In the horrific battlefield that sheds the blood of many soldiers a man stand alone in this horizon of dead bodies that pilled up together.

The man looked up and shout "You fuckers!!! I trusted you! I bring you glory! I bring you victory! I even bring you the heads of your enemy! Now you betrayed me! You really dare to stab me in the back?! You dare-"

Before the man even finish his words, blood has flown out from his mouth. The man kneel in the ground "Yo- You fuckers even make me drink a poison! You fucking snakes! I will ma-"

The man sense something behind his back, a magic circle, it seems like a portal. And a man step out on it his crimson hair and golden eyes just like the personification of blood that stained this battlefield he is no other than the man that betrayed his most useful tool.

The man with red hair look down in the man that filled with blood and said "You really are persistent aren't you? Well as expected from the world's strongest, others even called you a God on contrast that you possessed a power beyond logic of mankind. You grown as the finest tool but you had grown as the biggest threat too"

The man grab the leg of the man that had red hair, he grab it tightly as he can and the man replied "Your strength now is even comparable to a mere child! HAHAHA! Pathetic! This is the world strongest?! Don't make me laugh!"

The red haired man laugh as the man gripped as hard as he can and said "You snake.. you make me drink that poison.. it drained my force and mana slowly before I even notice it.. I- I had trusted you!! You who I served and I was loyal to dispose me because he think I was aiming for the throne?! I did not have any of that ambition! *Cough* .. You see me as a threat because no one could stop you now.. unless it's me"

The man lost it's grip and let go of the man the rain poured down as the thunder rumble around. The day is dark the scenery is red the people are quite.

The sword pierced through his chest, the man who is comparable to the gods. The people's hope had died.

The world strongest spellswordgrandmaster had now go to his own slumber through the eternal loneliness.

That what he thought, once he entered the darkness he had see the string of light that he followed and it engulf him. He could feel anything, suddenly a burst of pain flow through his entire body.

He suddenly hear a baby's cry. A woman voices too and it's sound familiar to him, it feels so nostalgic to him somehow hearing this woman's voice.

"Wah.. his so cute! What should I name him?"

'Hm? Wait.. don't tell me"

"Well he got the face of his mother and got the eyes of his father I may name him.."

'Dont tell me that I am reborn again?'

"Dyvon Wonaleir"