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  Conqueror of the Verse

  By ColdLink Writer

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  PROLOGUE

  Mountain of Corpses

  Snow fell quietly over a field of bodies.

  The battlefield had long gone silent. What remained was a vast mound of fallen warriors, their armor cracked, their weapons scattered, their eyes frozen in their final moments.

  At the highest point of that mountain stood a single man.

  Kashihero Draven.

  The cold wind moved slowly across the battlefield, brushing against his torn clothes. Blood had dried along the edge of his blade, and fresh drops fell from his fingertips onto the snow beneath him.

  Around him were the remains of the battle.

  Hundreds had come.

  Warriors. Assassins. Mercenaries.

  None of them had survived.

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  Kashihero simply stood there, watching the quiet night.

  There was no pride in his expression.

  No relief either.

  Only exhaustion.

  After a moment, he heard footsteps behind him.

  Soft and careful.

  He did not turn immediately.

  “I never imagined it would end like this.”

  The voice was gentle, almost familiar.

  Kashihero closed his eyes for a brief moment before slowly turning around.

  A woman stood several steps away.

  Her silver cloak rested lightly on her shoulders, dusted with snow. The moonlight reflected faintly from the blade in her hand.

  For a moment, neither of them spoke.

  “I cleared the path,” Kashihero said calmly. “There is no one left.”

  She took a step closer.

  “I know.”

  Her voice carried a quiet tension.

  Kashihero studied her face. They had known each other for many years. Long before the wars, long before the bloodshed.

  “You said we would leave after this,” he said. “No more fighting.”

  Her grip tightened slightly around the handle of her blade.

  “You were never meant to survive this far, Kashihero.”

  The words were soft.

  Yet they carried a weight he had not expected.

  Before he could respond, she moved forward.

  The blade entered his chest.

  It was quick. Precise.

  Kashihero looked down slowly at the steel buried beneath his ribs.

  The cold began spreading through his body.

  “…Why?” he asked quietly.

  There was no anger in his voice.

  Only confusion.

  Her expression remained unreadable.

  “You became too dangerous.”

  She withdrew the blade.

  Kashihero felt his strength leaving him. His legs weakened, and he fell backward onto the frozen bodies beneath him.

  The cold ground pressed against his back.

  Above him, the night sky stretched endlessly.

  So this is how it ends.

  Not in a war.

  Not against an army.

  But here.

  Her figure slowly blurred as his vision dimmed.

  “Goodbye,” she said softly.

  Darkness closed in.

  For a moment, there was nothing.

  Then something stirred deep within his fading consciousness.

  A presence.

  Ancient.

  Silent.

  A faint message appeared in the darkness of his mind.

  Compatibility Confirmed

  Another followed.

  Foreign System Initializing

  His awareness flickered weakly.

  Foreign?

  The voice continued.

  Carnivorous Authority Linked

  The blood beneath his body began to warm.

  Snow touching his skin melted instantly.

  A faint black-red aura formed around him.

  Another message appeared.

  Host Vital Signs: Terminated

  There was a pause.

  Then—

  Rebirth Protocol Activated

  Kashihero’s final thought came slowly.

  If this world only respects monsters…

  Then I will become something far worse.

  Darkness swallowed everything.

  And somewhere beyond that frozen battlefield…

  Something awakened.

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  End of Prologue

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