The release of such a large number of grotesque curses caused countless explosions around the huge battlefield. The explosions rumbled continuously as all the Curses crashed into a single figure standing in the middle of the battlefield, but all their heads flew everywhere as blood stained the place.
Even though all those Curses were dying continuously, they seemed to be programmed to fight without fear of death. It was as if the words 'fear' and 'surrender' did not exist in their minds, and perhaps that was the case.
Suddenly, a cold, indifferent, and thick voice came from the mouth of the single figure in the middle of this chaos. "Come... More..." The coldness of his words seemed to freeze everything, but more than that, they wrote the word 'fear' on the bodies and minds of all those cursed.
They were not afraid of death; they were not even afraid of the sword hanging from the hand of the man standing there, but every time he spoke, it made them tremble, and fear was written on their bodies.
This man stood proudly as he swung his sword from side to side. Each movement brought the death of countless curses, for they could not keep up with him, but that meant nothing to him.
His long black hair, with red streaks, fell untidily down his face and back every time he swung his sword. The bags under his eyes showed that he hadn't slept in weeks, and when he blinked it was to try to rest. His black onyx armor was stained red with the blood of his enemies.
"I don't remember my name, I don't even remember what I look like, I don't even remember where I am," he repeated the same words over and over, the tears of blood falling like a river.
I didn't know if he was crying blood because of his wounds or because he had lost his tears after such a long time. Even though he didn't know why he was crying, he didn't feel sadness or despair because he didn't know who he was.
But inside, a small part of him felt an infinite sadness that gradually faded away and fell into the oblivion of his existence.
"Arrkk," regardless of his enemy's words, the curses attacked like plagues from all directions and angles.
But in just a millisecond, they couldn't even touch their enemy, they were all cut down... so cleanly and precisely that it gave the impression that it was a cut prepared in advance.
Minutes and seconds passed, and suddenly the seemingly endless wave began to diminish. With each passing moment, its ferocity increased, the very concept of fear fading from their minds and senses.
Still, they were no match for the speed and elegant cuts of this figure, it even seemed that his ferocity was an advantage for him, so that he could wipe them all out even faster... and so it happened.
The millions of bodies fell, and the curses stopped, or so it seemed... Suddenly, all those corpses, all the blood of countless dead curses... were absorbed by the volcanic earth itself.
Immediately, the volcanic earth reacted violently.
"What is this?" he wondered, still in tears, but feeling the shaking of the volcanic earth beneath him.
The sky darkened, far more than normal for the Underworld, and all was plunged into total darkness.
Red Moon was strangely deformed with horrible screams, indescribable screams that could not even be understood, but one thing is certain...
Red Moon's screams didn't stop until he transformed into the shape of a reptilian eye, a gigantic eye, a dragon's eye.
"Theos..."
"Theos...
"Theos..."
"Your punishment has come after hundreds of years."
The voice resounded throughout the underworld, and all the beings still hiding from the catastrophe knelt in respect to the Supreme Being.
Theos did not move from his place. Instead, he shone brightly with his two eyes, as beautiful as two scarlet orbs. Such a beautiful glow and his eyes, such a divine grace, forcing every being, living or not, to kneel. The eyes of the same Supreme Being.
The two beings watched each other intently: the Dragon's eye was golden as gold, and Theos' eyes were red as blood.
The beginning of the Great War...
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In the territory of the great Fallen family, in a large mansion not far from the Fallen Palace.
Inside the mansion, a young man slowly opened his eyes, black and deep as the darkest night, and awoke from his sleep.
The young man showed no signs of getting up from his large queen-sized bed. He stared at the ceiling of his room as if it were the only thing he could see, or he was simply lost in thought...
"This is not my room," the man muttered with complete calm and serenity.
His behavior could be strange and even creepy to anyone. Did you just wake up in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how you got there? Anyone would panic.
But this young man is different. His complete calm is even contagious.
He got out of bed and walked a few steps until he found a large mirror with gilded frames of pure gold, but he didn't have time to see that, only his reflection.
Surprise?
Yes, his indifferent expression showed a slight surprise, almost imperceptible, but not exactly because of his body in front of him.
"Transmigrates as the ultimate villain?" he muttered to himself again, finding this turn of events surprising.
It took him a millisecond to regain his composure and remember the whole character.
Theos Von Fallen, a young master and undisputed successor of the Fallen family, is also known in his former world as the final villain of the novel Curse and Shame.
This is a very popular novel that even had an animated adaptation. It is one of the most popular novels of its time, winning numerous awards.
Its story, protagonists, heroines, villains, pacing, everything was top-notch.
For this and more, Ark considers Curse and Shame his favorite novel.
'Trapped in my favorite novel and as the final villain...how interesting,' Ark, now Theos, thought with curiosity and amusement.
'Wouldn't it be fun to play a villain? Wouldn't it be fun to have complete freedom in this world? Wouldn't it be fun to steal everything from the protagonist of the story?' he shivered with glee as he imagined the possibilities.
Ark was an ordinary man who, as an orphan, had no last name. Now he had the body of the ultimate villain and his favorite character from his favorite novel.
That's right.
Theos Von Fallen is Ark's favorite character!
No wonder, his character design is the best, along with his story and his attitude. For Ark, Theos is his favorite character not only from the novel but from all of his works.
When he was 12 years old, Ark copied the exact attitude of Theos in the novel: he was indifferent and cold, calm and serene, like a block of ice impossible to melt or break.
When he looked at himself again in the mirror, he was quite satisfied.
Theos is not only the most handsome character in the entire novel, but the gap is too wide; not even the protagonist can match his looks.
They did a poll on the most attractive character in a story with so many villains, protagonists, and heroines.
Theos came in first, hands down!
Nothing less, seeing his face and physique. Pale white skin, jet black hair that reached his shoulders, black eyes like two spheres that held the secrets of the universe, eyebrows like swords, a sculpted jaw, a small nose, and a body of about 6'4" that looked quite toned and sculpted.
Simply put, Theos was the clear definition of absolute perfection in appearance.
Ark turned away from the mirror, feeling that if he stayed any longer, a narcissistic attitude would soon be born in him.
He looked at his clothes: he was wearing only long black jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt. He didn't even have shoes on since he had just gotten up.
Sighing, Ark grabbed some shoes and put them on after finding a large closet.
With everything ready, he was ready to leave his room, but he froze when he sensed that it would not be a good idea to do so at this moment.
And his intuition never fails.
*DING*
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