Prologue
I was weak. My body frail, my breath shallow. Every step I took in my past life was burdened by sickness, every moment a battle against my own failing flesh. Life was a cruel torment, but I endured. Not because I was strong, but because I refused to give in.
Then the gods called us.
Warriors from countless worlds, chosen to fight against the Abyss—the creeping corruption that sought to consume all of creation. They stood tall, mighty, blessed by divine favor. And me? A mistake. A worthless summon. The gods turned their backs on me, the warriors mocked me, and the Abyss... it swallowed me whole.
And that was when I truly began.
Chapter 1: The Betrayal and the Embodiment of Weakness
The moment my ability awakened, I understood the truth of my existence. The warriors gained power from the gods, becoming heroes of legend, but I—
I became weakness itself.
At first, I thought I had found allies. The chosen warriors, mighty and proud, accepted me into their ranks, but only as a tool. They saw my frailty and my unblessed status as something to exploit. They fed me lies of camaraderie, only to use me as bait, a disposable shield for their battles. And when I was no longer of use, they left me behind. Abandoned, broken, and surrounded by the Abyss' horrors.
That was when my true power awakened.
My body twisted, my mind shattered and reformed, my soul stripped bare as I was forced to experience the full might of my enemies. Their strength became my torment, their power my suffering. But in exchange... I became the perfect countermeasure.
To destroy something, you do not need to be stronger.
You only need to know where to strike.
Every weakness, every flaw—I saw them all. My power compelled me to exploit them, without hesitation, without mercy. And though I fought on the brink of death every time, my body changed. It adapted. It survived.
The gods thought me a mistake.
They would soon regret it.
Chapter 2: The Hunter Rises
I was nameless. Faceless. The abandoned one.
But in the battlefield, where the gods' chosen warriors struggled, I moved unseen. My enemies fell before me, not in glorious combat, but as prey before a predator crafted solely to consume them. My ability did not kill instantly—it hunted. It waited. It ensured that no matter how strong they were, I would be the only one left standing.
Whispers spread among the warriors. A shadow, a reaper, a being who could not be stopped. They called me The Hunter.
But it was not enough.
I needed to become more.
Chapter 3: Devouring the Abyss
As I fought, my body changed. The longer I endured, the stronger I became. My mind grew sharper, my instincts keener. I did not merely embody weakness—I devoured it, reshaping myself into something beyond mortal comprehension.
The gods still did not see me.
The Abyss did not recognize me.
Until I turned my gaze upon it.
The Abyss corrupted all. Its monsters, its darkness, its insatiable hunger—it was an unstoppable force. Until it met me. A being who existed only to counter.
I consumed it. I tore through its essence, erasing its hold on reality piece by piece. The corruption that had devoured countless worlds fell to me, powerless against my existence.
And when it was done... I was all that remained.
Chapter 3.5: The Abyssal Lords
The Abyss did not fall without a fight. It had its champions—beasts and warlords forged in darkness, nightmares incarnate.
The Tyrant of Chains: A monstrous being bound by thousands of ethereal chains, each link a soul it had consumed. It wielded overwhelming strength, breaking its foes with sheer force. But chains have weak points, and I shattered them one by one. The Drowned King: A creature of blackened water and endless despair, dragging everything it touched into the abyssal depths. I fought in its world, suffocating, drowning—until I turned its own currents against it, making it sink into oblivion. The Hunger: A vast, devouring maw of infinite teeth and hunger, seeking to consume reality itself. It could not be fought, only evaded. So I let it chase me, feasting endlessly, until it consumed its own existence. The Hollow Saint: A false god of the Abyss, draped in the remnants of fallen warriors, using their stolen prayers as power. It whispered divine lies, but I tore through its illusions, forcing it to face the nothingness it was built upon.
Each battle left me more broken, yet more complete. I was no longer merely a hunter. I was the abyss' executioner.
Chapter 4: The Edge
I had become something beyond the gods, beyond the Abyss itself. If I remained, the cycle of war would never end.
So, I made my choice.
With the last of my power, I created a barrier—a final seal. The Edge.
A prison not for the Abyss, but for me.
Within it, I left my true body, my monstrous self, the culmination of all my battles and evolution. And from it, I forged something new. A human body, untouched by divinity or corruption. A vessel that carried only my consciousness, my memories, and nothing more.
The war was over.
And I... I was free.
Epilogue: A Life Reclaimed
I walked among the people once more, no longer a god, no longer a hunter. A mere man, lost in a world I had saved.
But peace is fragile. And somewhere, beyond The Edge, my true self still waits.
Should the gods ever make the mistake of disturbing it... they will remember why they once feared The Hunter.