In a city within a wasteland, surrounded by blackened land and filled with a gloomy aura and constant sandstorms, stood a small bar.

"Haha, I'm really lucky today! I fooled those people and earned some cash. Bro, quick—give me a Worm Cocktail!" A middle-aged but handsome man ordered with a grin.

He was feeling happy and lewdly looking at strippers in the bar, but suddenly two guys wearing black suits came to him.

"Hmm, what can I do for you?" He asked with a smile, unsure of who they were. But there was something unique and mysterious about their aura, and he knew right away that they were not to be messed with.

"Come, our boss wants to meet you." One of the bulky guys said and didn't wait for him to speak but directly pulled him and started to lead him to the VIP room in the bar.

He could only silently follow them into the VIP room, where three young masters seemed to be waiting for him.

"Are you Asterion?" One of them asked.

"Yes," he nodded, feeling anxious. Not many people knew his name, and yet these men had come specifically for him. Could I have scammed some big shot? Shit, does this mean I'm f**ked?

"Check him," one of the young masters ordered. Immediately, one of the suited men took out a syringe and inserted it into Asterion's arm, drawing blood.

"What! What are you guys doing...?"

Blink! Blink! A moment later, the syringe emitted a green light. Seeing this, a ferocious expression appeared on the three young masters faces.

"Haha, he really is the one. We finally found it." The three of them started laughing, but Asterion wasn't feeling well. The look they gave him was terrifying.

Seeing his reaction, one of the young masters with golden hair and eyes spoke with a proud, arrogant look. "You trash should consider yourself lucky. Your life will serve the great founding families, so be content with that."

"What? Founding families?" Asterion's heart raced. 'Damn, I should've noticed it before—their hair, their eye colour'.

"Sir, there must be some mistake," he stammered. "How could someone like me be of any use to the great founding families? This has to be a misunderstanding."

He tried to slip away, but the two men in suits quickly stepped in, blocking his path. He knew he was in deep trouble.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Szzz... Szzz... Szzz...

Immediately, the blond young master's eyes began to glow with a bright light, and dozens of small, thin golden blades materialised in the air. They shot toward Asterion, cutting into his skin and flesh. 

"Aaahh!!!"

He wailed in pain and knew he had to leave this place; otherwise, it might be bad. And without waiting, he crushed a bracelet he was wearing.

"Zoom!"

Instantly, he seemed to disappear and teleported right in front of them, surprising them.

"F**k quick find him; he cannot be far. How the hell does this trash have such a rare item?" After cursing instantly, all of them quickly left the bar.

At the same time, Asterion suddenly appeared a few hundred meters away from the bar. Despite his heavily injured body, he started running, desperately trying to escape the city. But after only a few minutes, they caught up to him.

"Don't think of running away, you fu**er. Its the end!"

With that roar, three young men, followed by hundreds of subordinates, appeared in the sky above the wasteland. Below them stood a bruised and severely injured middle-aged man, his once-handsome and rugged face now pale from blood and energy loss. He was barely standing, clinging to the last of his strength.

"You shitfu**ers, why? Why are you doing this?" The injured Asterion roared, his voice trembling with anger and hatred.

"Hmm why? You didn't deserve to know, a low-life scammer. All you should know is that your bloodline shouldn't exist in this world. So quietly come with us." One of the three leading men laughed and said with disgust as he looked at the injured guy. 

The leading young blond man with golden shining eyes had an evil grin on his face as he looked down on the heavily wounded young man.

"What bullshit are you spouting? What bloodline? Why are the three founding clans hunting me like mad dogs? Did I f**k your clan leader's wife and is the actual father of you three young masters, and now you're trying to cover it up?"

He knew he couldn't run away, so he cursed the three clans, and even in his death he was going to cut a chunk of flesh from these guys.

"You piece of shit trash, how dare you utter such words?" But before the blond, golden-eyed young master could say anything else, he noticed the guy pulling out something that changed his face.

"Run!" He roared, but it was late.

"Let's all die, my bastard children!" The wounded Asterion laughed manically. Despite often acting like an aimless idiot, he was a determined man who could quickly assess situations. And in this current dead end, he wasn't afraid. The small grenade-like device in his hand blinked red and then exploded.

BOOOOM!

An explosion that seemed to rival a miniature atomic bomb erupted, engulfing hundreds of people. Horrifying flames, as hot as the sun, disintegrated miles of the wasteland, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

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Time passed and in a mountain village covered in plants and trees, within a small hut among a hundred or so old, broken-down huts, a child lying on a bed suddenly opened his eyes with a roar.

"Die!!!"

"Hmm, where... where is he? Aahh!" He stopped mid-sentence as a wave of immense pain surged through his soul and body, as if ten thousand needles were piercing him.

He was in unimaginable pain, sweating so heavily that his thin, old, worn-out clothes and the sheet on the bed were completely soaked.

This pain remained for a few minutes, which was like eternity for him, as he never felt like that. He almost lost his consciousness, but he gritted his teeth, and relying on his extremely strong will, he somehow managed to remain awake.

"Shh..."

He didn't say or move for a few seconds and finally calmed down. As he looked around in confusion, 'Where was he? And didn't he die using the Nano atomic grenade?'

He was sure he was annihilated with the bastards of the three founder clans from the explosion, but why does he seem to be alive? With such confusion, he tried to stand up and find where he was, but he felt the weakness he never felt. 

His legs seem to be shaking, and even moving his leg felt like an enormous task.