In the midst of the heavy rain and the sky filled with thunder, this colossal creature stood tall, its long, pointed horns curving slightly backward. The sharp, powerful horns glinted under the lightning flashes, dark in color, adding to their terrifying presence. At a length of 500 meters, this bizarre being dominated the horizon with its red eyes glowing like embers.
Behind it, the rain poured heavily, embellishing its massive body with glistening drops, while the continuous thunder illuminated its majestic horns. Each flash of lightning revealed new details of the creature, enhancing its mysterious terror and lethal strength. It stood there, proud—a symbol of horror and power simultaneously, commanding both the sky and the earth.
I had no idea how I ended up here, having settled on my rickety bed not long ago, and now I faced this terrifying monster. Its coarse voice sent shivers down my spine, as if I were in the grip of an enigmatic force.
"Akomaru," the beast said, "you have been brought to this world for a single mission, and I know you have no other choice."
Dizziness washed over me, yet I stood firm, caught between fear and the unknown. "You must surpass one person," it declared, its voice echoing like thunder.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked, incredulous.
"Saytama," it replied. "Surpass Saytama, and then you may survive."
"What? Are you talking about that invincible bald guy?" I questioned, bewildered.
"Yes. That is the only hope that will return you to your original world," the beast added, as a strange light pierced the sky, illuminating the place in silence.
I felt as if the light was closing my eyes, and when I slowly opened them, I found myself in a foggy, dark place, as if I were atop a desolate mountain. Sharp black rocks surrounded me, sending me into a state of confusion.
"What's happening? Is this a dream?" I wondered, starting to glance around.
To my right lay a strange black sword. It was of medium length, thin, and sharp, with strange engravings barely visible.
"What do I do now?" I pondered, realizing I was without any system or help, just a mysterious sword.
"Damn! What does that beast want from me?" I whispered, picking up the sword from the ground, which felt light as if made of air.
"Damn… what should I do now?"
Suddenly, Akomaru heard a loud, terrifying sound behind him;
"Quickly, he turned around!"
Out of the shadows emerged a horrific creature, as if born from the nightmares of the night. It was a beast unlike any he had ever known, resembling a true demon. Its black eyes glimmered like two burning embers, holding within them an endless darkness. An ominous smile crept across its face, revealing teeth sharp as daggers, glinting in the moonlight as if forged from iron.
As drool dripped from its mouth, it sent chills through Akomaru's body, its heavy breath carrying the stench of decay.
As this creature approached, taking one step after another, the ground beneath its feet swallowed the sounds of the night, evoking a deep sense of danger.
The monster lunged at him directly, but Akomaru was not fully prepared. He tried to flee, but the beast was faster. Its claws struck his arm, and drops of blood spilled onto the ground, forming a small pool of pain. Akomaru screamed, but his voice vanished in the echoes of the night.
Pain surged through his body, yet he refused to surrender. Gathering his strength, trembling, he raised his sword toward the beast. It was a powerful strike, but it wasn't enough. The edge met the beast's body, yet nothing happened. The monster laughed as if enjoying Akomaru's suffering.
With each attack, Akomaru retreated further, stumbling in the darkness as he bled from his wounds. Every blow felt like punishment, and he began to sense the world around him closing in.
He did not understand what was happening, but in a moment of inspiration, he decided to resist. He gathered his strength once more and charged at the creature, this time with a more cautious movement. He dodged the beast's claws, but lost his balance and fell to the ground, worsening his injuries.
With each passing moment, the pain intensified, yet he was not ready to give up the fight. Leaning on his wounded arm, he raised his sword once again, but this time it was a desperate strike aimed at the heart of the beast.
The sword's edge struck the creature's body, but as he did so, Akomaru felt weakness creep into his body. The sword slipped from his hand, and he collapsed onto the ground.
In those critical moments, Akomaru felt as if death passed by him, fluttering like a gloomy specter, whispering mysterious voices in his ear. His heart raced, each beat like an arrow piercing the stillness of the night. The fog around him thickened, as if the very forest were dying, watching the battle he had no choice but to fight.
Blood flowed from his wounds, and the scent of iron filled his nostrils, while his eyes watched the beast, which was slowly approaching him, as if relishing the moment of victory. The creature's smile widened, as if all the pain Akomaru had endured was merely a game to it.
Damn!... to be continued.