While the world was drowning in the cold, damp swamp of darkness, a young man with coal-black hair and eyes that rivaled the surrounding night sat in a small, rectangular wooden hut on the peak of the vast and tall Gok Kartali Mountain in the Mavi Bulut country.
The hut was simple and clean, with a plain blood-red bed and a wardrobe the same color as the hut's wooden walls.
Outside, a fleet of cars approached the hut, speeding as if in competition with the cold wind. When they reached the hut, numerous soldiers stepped out of the vehicles, their heavy weapons making them struggle as they slowly but cautiously surrounded the small hut in a circle.
Once they were all in position, an older man with blonde hair, appearing as the leader, stepped forward. "Han Yejun, we know you're hiding here. Even though you've served our country, after your last mission, you've become a threat to our safety…" The man spoke sternly as he aimed his heavy weapon at the hut.
After a long silence with no response from inside the hut, the leader became angry and spoke in a tone filled with frustration, "If you're not coming out... then farewell." Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the hut's old door creaked open.
A man named Han Yejun emerged. He was one of the country's finest agents, involved in espionage, assassination, and every other task imaginable. But in the end, his country sought to kill him because he knew too much.
The soldiers, upon encountering him, couldn't help but tremble. The bloody and deadly aura surrounding him suggested that he had survived countless battles...
Even the leader was slightly afraid of Han Yejun's cold presence, knowing that despite his own extensive combat experience, he stood no chance against him.
As the leader aimed his weapon at Han Yejun's heart, the surrounding soldiers also aimed their weapons at him in perfect synchronization.
The middle-aged leader spoke again, "Han Yejun, due to your contributions to the country, you may speak your final words." His voice had a slight mocking tone, but also determination. Once this man was dead, the leader would become the country's number one soldier. Out of respect, he wanted to hear the last words of Han Yejun.
Han Yejun's eyes, once expressionless, now gleamed with a maddening spark. "So, the country wants to silence me, huh? Then let's strike them a heavy blow." His voice was as cold as the poles, and before anyone could react, he triggered the bomb he had hidden behind him.
The leader's eyes widened in horror. As he screamed for the others to shoot, the surroundings began to burn and seethe as if tormented by hell's wrath.
Gok Kartali Mountain in Mavi Bulut country came to be known as the Bloody Sky after the horrific screams and ear-piercing laughter that echoed from the area...
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Suddenly, Han Yejun felt his body sinking, as if he were drowning in a swamp, and struggled to open his eyes.
Everything around him was pitch black, an abyss that seemed to pull anyone who gazed into it, dragging them toward endless torment.
Han Yejun tried to understand what was happening, but he couldn't make sense of anything. Everything seemed fake, as if the reality itself was slipping away.
From the depths of the darkness, a terrifying voice, full of suffering, spoke. "Hmm... Now that you've come this far, you must be the one most suited for me…"
Han Yejun, unable to hide his fear, asked, "Who are you?" Despite his firm tone, a hint of fear escaped.
After a long silence, purple flames began to burn around Han Yejun. The flames seemed to want to burn everything and bring torment to every place.
The voice spoke again, "I am the God of Torment among the gods." The voice was deep and mighty.
Han Yejun was still confused. If this was a god, why had he brought him here? After the explosion, he was sure his body had been torn apart beyond repair.
The God of Torment spoke once more, "In this infinite galaxy, the gods were searching for someone from a different world. The difference is, while the other gods make those from their worlds their successors, I was searching for someone who best suits me from another world." The voice spoke with absolute confidence in its power.
Han Yejun, still baffled, replied with a hint of mockery, "Even if I understand everything, do you really think I want to be your spy?"
The voice, emanating from the darkness and purple fire, spoke again, "I'm not asking you to be my spy. I will send you to a world unlike your own. Once I send you, I will transfer everything into your mind. I'm not asking you to be my servant. I'm giving you a task: go to a place. There's no rush to get there, though. You may travel freely, grow stronger, and once you've completed the task, you will be free." The voice spoke indifferently.
This was quite reasonable, and Han Yejun could accept it. Ultimately, he would be free.
"What is my task?" Han Yejun asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
"I will implant the location of a place in your mind, and you will always feel it. You must go there. However, you don't need to hurry. Stop by other places to grow stronger, because even we don't know what that place is, and it seems it will take a long time to open. All gods will tell their successors about this, but my other request is for you to spread my name. You will understand why once you receive the information in your mind." The voice spoke with a sense of urgency.
He really had nothing to lose. This life seemed full of freedom and adventure, so he responded firmly, "Alright... I accept."
The purple flames in the darkness flickered endlessly and began to enter Han Yejun's body. As the agony overwhelmed him, the last words he heard before losing consciousness were, "I trust you…"