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Conqueror of the Verse
By ColdLink Writer
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CHAPTER V
The Throne That Waited
Snow slowly covered his body.
White swallowing red.
Cold spreading through his limbs as the mountain wind moved across the battlefield.
Kashihero lay motionless.
His breathing had grown shallow. Each breath weaker than the last.
For a long moment he simply stared upward at the grey sky.
A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.
“I’m weak.”
The wind moved across the cliffs as if answering him.
“I couldn’t protect them.”
His voice was barely more than a whisper.
“I couldn’t protect Mother.”
A pause.
“I couldn’t protect Father.”
His vision blurred as snowflakes drifted across his face.
“And I can’t even protect myself.”
He exhaled slowly.
Strangely, the anger he expected never came.
Only calm.
“That’s fine.”
His smile deepened slightly.
“I’ll meet them again.”
Snow continued to fall.
“I’m coming.”
His eyes closed.
Darkness followed.
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Silence.
Complete and endless.
Then a voice appeared.
Not loud.
Not distant.
Simply present.
“Third condition completed.”
The darkness shifted.
“Awakening is now possible.”
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Kashihero opened his eyes.
But he was no longer lying in the snow.
He stood inside a vast black chamber.
There were no visible walls. No ceiling. No horizon.
Yet the space felt enclosed, like a sealed world.
Before him stood a throne.
Massive.
Ancient.
Its surface seemed carved from darkness itself.
A slow pulse echoed through the chamber.
Like a heartbeat.
Kashihero studied the throne carefully.
Then he spoke.
“Where am I?”
His voice echoed endlessly through the empty space.
“Who are you?”
“What is this place?”
“And why is that throne here?”
The chamber remained silent for several seconds.
Then the voice answered.
“You are within your own mind.”
The words came from everywhere at once.
“And I am the essence of the First Creator — Evathus.”
The air around the throne trembled faintly.
Kashihero’s expression hardened.
“Creator?”
The voice continued calmly.
“That throne is the power sealed within you.”
Another pulse echoed through the chamber.
“And you now stand before it.”
Kashihero clenched his fists.
“You want to give me power?”
“I am asking whether you desire it.”
His jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
His eyes grew cold.
“I want power.”
“I will destroy the gods.”
“I will conquer this Verse.”
“Even if it costs my life.”
The chamber trembled faintly after his words.
A moment of silence followed.
Then the voice spoke again.
“You speak like him.”
Kashihero frowned slightly.
“Like who?”
“Evathus.”
Shapes slowly appeared within the darkness around them.
Faint lights like distant stars.
“In this world, gods create creators.”
“Creators forge solar systems. Stars. Planets. Life.”
“Evathus was one such creator.”
The throne pulsed again.
“But unlike the others, he possessed true consciousness.”
“The rest simply followed commands.”
“They were puppets.”
The surrounding darkness shifted again.
“The gods consume what is created.”
Kashihero narrowed his eyes.
“Consume?”
“Galaxies are nourishment to them.”
The words lingered heavily in the chamber.
Kashihero remained silent.
“They betrayed him?” he finally asked.
“They betrayed the God of Love first.”
The throne dimmed slightly.
“She placed compassion within creation.”
“That act became unacceptable.”
“She was sealed.”
A quiet tension formed inside Kashihero’s chest.
The voice continued.
“Evathus discovered the truth.”
“He resisted.”
The darkness deepened.
“He was assassinated.”
Kashihero did not ask who was responsible.
He already knew.
“The gods,” he said quietly.
“Yes.”
Silence followed.
“He could only wield twenty percent of the power I contain.”
“That limitation led to his defeat.”
Kashihero’s gaze remained fixed on the throne.
“You’re saying I can use one hundred percent?”
A brief pause.
Then the voice answered.
“You already have.”
His breath stopped.
Fragments of memory surfaced instantly.
Age three.
Golden light filling the sky.
Reality bending as he tried to revive his mother.
Then another memory.
A monstrous presence descending from the sky.
“Xarge…”
The voice confirmed his thought.
“Demon King Xarge sensed the distortion.”
“He believed the vessel had awakened.”
“He attacked.”
Kashihero’s hands trembled slightly.
“My father knew.”
“Yes.”
“He understood fragments of the truth.”
“That is why he abandoned the capital.”
“That is why he trained you in isolation.”
The silence that followed felt heavier than before.
Finally Kashihero asked the question that mattered most.
“Why help me?”
“What do you want from me?”
The throne pulsed again.
“My objective aligns with yours.”
“I seek the destruction of those who betrayed creation.”
The chamber trembled faintly.
“Evathus’ final command was simple.”
“Find a vessel capable of wielding the full authority.”
“Wait.”
“Endure.”
“And when the vessel appears… build the path.”
The weight of millions of years seemed hidden inside those words.
Kashihero slowly lifted his head.
“You chose me.”
“No.”
A brief pause followed.
“You qualified.”
Behind him, a circular doorway slowly began forming in the darkness.
Golden threads of spirit energy gathered together, shaping a radiant gate.
“If the gods discover your existence, they will attempt to erase you.”
“That is why I sealed myself within you.”
The throne glowed brighter.
“But now the third condition is fulfilled.”
Kashihero looked at the forming gate.
“What is that?”
“A Soul Door.”
The golden structure stabilized.
“A bridge between you and Evathus.”
The chamber slowly began dissolving around him.
“From this moment forward, death will not claim you easily.”
“But suffering will follow you.”
Kashihero did not hesitate.
“I don’t care.”
The throne pulsed again.
Approval.
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Light flooded his vision.
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Kashihero inhaled sharply.
He was lying on a bed.
A wooden ceiling stood above him.
The cabin.
Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the walls.
He sat up quickly.
His body felt completely restored.
The wounds from the battle were gone.
Only one mark remained.
A dark scar across his right hand.
Circular.
Almost like a seal.
The air in front of him flickered.
A translucent screen appeared.
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System Notice
Vessel: Kashihero Draven
Authority: King of the Gods
First Seal: Unlocked
Integrated Ability: Carnivorous
Soul Door: Established
Weapon Synchronization: Katana — Absolute Ownership
Synchronization Rate: 100%
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Golden text pulsed once more.
A new line appeared.
Authority Access: 20% Available
The katana appeared in his hand instantly.
No summoning motion.
No delay.
It felt no different than moving his own arm.
Alive.
Connected.
Kashihero slowly flexed his fingers.
The blade responded to his will.
Behind him, a faint golden reflection shimmered briefly.
The Soul Door.
A silent bridge to something ancient.
The system displayed one final notice.
Warning:
Divine Observation Probability Increased
Kashihero smiled slightly.
Calm.
Focused.
“So it begins.”
Outside, the mountain wind rose again.
Far beneath the earth, inside the hidden chamber of the Hollow Sigil, a masked elder suddenly stopped walking.
“He survived.”
Silence spread among the others.
Then the elder whispered again.
“The signal has changed.”
Back in the cabin, Kashihero stood beside the window.
His aura was perfectly controlled now.
No wild power.
No chaos.
Only calm precision.
He looked once more at the scar on his hand.
Then at the blade in his grasp.
“I won’t lose again.”
Behind him, the Soul Door pulsed quietly.
The Throne was no longer sleeping.
It was waiting.
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End of Chapter V
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