This is volume two and Hiroshi's involvement in this volume will be little. Say goodbye to Hiroshi and you'll meet him again in Volume 3.
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Lucifero's smirk faltered slightly at Hiroshi's words, his gaze narrowing as he processed the unexpected permission granted to him. Despite his intimidating demeanor, there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he considered the implications of visiting his older siblings.
"Thank you, Creator," Lucifero replied, his voice tinged with a hint of reverence. "I shall heed your words and approach them with the utmost respect."
Hiroshi nodded in acknowledgment, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Despite Lucifero's imposing presence, there was a sense of understanding and mutual respect between creator and creation.
As Lucifero prepared to depart, a sense of anticipation welled within him. He knew that the meeting with his older siblings would be a momentous occasion, a chance to connect with his fellow guardians and learn more about his own existence.
With a final nod of farewell, Lucifero turned and disappeared into the swirling mist, his form blending seamlessly with the shadows of the Ashura Realm.
As Lucifero emerged from the swirling black mist at the edge of the Ashura Realm, a sense of determination radiated from his dark form. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as he regarded the barrier that stood between him and his older siblings, Raiden and Aurora.
"Creator, huh? Interesting," Lucifero mused, his voice tinged with a hint of intrigue. He had always harbored a sense of curiosity about his own existence and the nature of his relationship with Hiroshi, the one who had brought him into being.
With a focused gaze, Lucifero turned his attention to the barrier that loomed before him, a formidable obstacle that separated him from his siblings. He knew that breaking through the Creator's barrier would not be an easy task, but he was determined to succeed.
Placing his shadowy palm against the barrier, Lucifero uttered a dark incantation, channeling the depths of his power into the barrier with all his might. "Demonic Scattering," he commanded, his voice resonating with cosmic authority.
The barrier trembled and wavered under the force of Lucifero's onslaught, cracks forming along its surface as the dark energy surged against it. With a final burst of effort, the barrier shattered, leaving behind a small hole through which Lucifero could pass.
A weary smile crossed Lucifero's lips as he surveyed his handiwork, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. Breaking through the Creator's barrier had taken almost all of his reserves, leaving him drained and exhausted.
As Hiroshi gazed upon the complete Ashura Realm and the towering form of the Crimson Abyss, a sense of farewell washed over him. He knew that their paths might not cross again, but he entrusted the guardian with a solemn task.
"We might not see each other again, Crimson Abyss," Hiroshi murmured, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy. "So watch over Lucifero, will ya?"
In response, the Crimson Abyss emitted a massive crimson glow that enveloped Hiroshi's body, a silent pledge to fulfill the creator's request. Hiroshi chuckled softly, a sense of reassurance washing over him as he felt the guardian's protective aura surrounding him.
With a final glance at the Ashura Realm and the Crimson Abyss, Hiroshi bid them farewell and disappeared from their midst. In an instant, he traveled to the Void away from the universe and all in it.
As Hiroshi gazed out into the boundless expanse of the universe, a sense of fulfillment washed over him. He had set everything in motion, ensuring that the cosmic tapestry would unfold according to its own design. Life would flourish and evolve on its own, guided by the guardians who watched over the realms and the universe.
"I think I have set everything in the right direction," Hiroshi mused, his voice carrying a quiet confidence. "Everything will now depend on itself. The guardians will fulfill their duties, ensuring that balance is maintained throughout the cosmos."
With a weary sigh, Hiroshi acknowledged the weight of his responsibilities. "It's time to sleep," he declared, his words tinged with a sense of finality. "And I will wake up after everything is finally ready. The Creator of the universe will now enter slumber, entrusting the fate of existence to the forces that govern it."
And with that, Hiroshi closed his eyes and let himself drift into a deep slumber, his consciousness merging with the infinite expanse of the void.
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In the vast expanse of the Eternal galaxy one of the many galaxies in the Middle Realm, nestled within its cosmic embrace, lies the planet known as Astrion. Bathed in the warm glow of its binary star system, Astrion is a world teeming with life and boundless potential, its surface adorned with sprawling continents and diverse landscapes.
Named by the Creator of all, Hiroshi, Astrion is a world shaped by both destiny and design. Its three continents stretch across the surface, each one home to more than twenty kingdoms, each vying for power and dominance in a world fraught with conflict and ambition.
From the icy peaks of the Frostspire Mountains to the lush forests of the Verdant Vale, Astrion's landscapes are as varied as the kingdoms that inhabit them. But beneath the beauty of its natural wonders lies a simmering tension, fueled by the constant struggle for supremacy among its inhabitants.
With each continent harboring its own ambitions and desires, alliances are forged and broken, wars waged and treaties shattered in the relentless pursuit of power. The world of Astrion is anything but peaceful, its skies filled with the echoes of battle and the cries of the oppressed.
Yet amidst the chaos and turmoil, there is also beauty and resilience. The people of Astrion are as diverse as the landscapes they inhabit, their cultures rich and vibrant, their spirits unyielding in the face of adversity.
The three continents had names, each carrying its own significance and role in the cosmic order. The largest of the three, known as the Holy Continent, stood as a bastion of purity and righteousness, its lands blessed with divine grace and celestial radiance.
The second largest, known as the Stellar Continent, shimmered with the brilliance of a thousand stars, its skies adorned with celestial wonders and cosmic marvels that captivated the imagination.
And finally, the smallest continent, known as the Sin Continent, stood as a stark contrast to its counterparts. Its lands were shrouded in darkness and shadow, its cities teeming with vice and corruption. It was a place where sin and depravity reigned supreme, where the darkest desires of humanity found their refuge and their fulfillment.
Crime ran rampant in the streets of the Sin Continent, with brothels operating openly and drugs being sold on every corner. But these were merely the surface manifestations of the deeper sins that plagued the land. Beneath the facade of lawlessness and chaos lay a darkness that threatened to consume all who dared to venture into its depths.
In the bustling streets of Vixen, the capital city of the Lustmore Kingdom, the air was thick with the scent of debauchery and desire. The kingdom was renowned throughout the Sin Continent for its opulent brothels and its bevy of beautiful men and women, drawing pleasure-seekers from far and wide.
Amidst the throngs of revelers and hedonists, a young boy dashed through the crowded streets, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he clutched something tightly to his chest. His eyes darted frantically from side to side, searching for a means of escape as he fled from the pursuit of a furious man.
"Catch that thief!" the man's voice echoed through the chaotic scene, but his cries fell on deaf ears as the onlookers merely watched with detached amusement. In the lawless streets of Lustmore, such petty thefts were a common occurrence, and few bothered to intervene in the affairs of others.
The boy's breath grew ragged as he continued to run, his small frame straining with the effort as he weaved through the labyrinthine alleys and narrow passages of the city. Behind him, the sounds of pursuit grew louder, but the boy pressed on, driven by desperation and the fear of capture.
As he rounded a corner, the boy's heart leaped with hope as he spotted a narrow alleyway leading off the main street.
The boy's chest heaved with exertion as he finally came to a stop in the secluded alleyway, his heart still racing with the thrill of his narrow escape. Clutching the precious cargo tightly to his chest, he let out a sigh of relief as he confirmed that the breads and sweets he had pilfered were still safely intact.
Gazing down at the bounty in his arms, the boy felt a swell of pride mixed with a pang of guilt. He knew that stealing was wrong, but in a place like Lustmore where survival was a constant struggle, sometimes desperate measures were necessary to put food on the table.
But as his thoughts turned to Sheila, his younger sister waiting at home, the boy's resolve hardened. He couldn't afford to dwell on his misdeeds now, not when his sister's hunger weighed heavily on his mind.
"I should hurry up to Sheila. She must be starving," the boy muttered to himself, determination shining in his eyes despite the weariness in his voice. With trembling legs, he pressed on, navigating the maze-like streets of Lustmore with a sense of purpose.
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That's it for chapter 14.