Chapter 1 Prologue - It Was Supposed To Be Just A Game

Gozon

Year 1062 of the 51st General Calendar.

**BOOM BOOOMMM!! BOOOOMMMM!!!!

Multiple explosions with ear-splitting sounds rang out consecutively as a giant mushroom cloud rose up into the sky.

Looking around, one could see the end result of these explosions.

Scorched earth, devoid of life all around. Dried up lakes and rivers, and broken mountains.

**SWISH!!! **CLANGGG!!!!

In the middle of this desolate wasteland below the moonlit sky, two blades tore through the air and clashed together as their wielders swung them with great ferocity.

Tendrils of lightning snaked across the black blade as the speed at with which it was swung by its wielder increased exponentially.

The opposing white blade released dark miasma as the wielder upped his game, not wanting to lose out to his opponent.

**BOOOMMMM!!

The two blades clashed again once more, resulting in an explosion that shook the earth, sending out shockwaves that spread for miles on end.

Taking distance from each other, the two sword wielders locked eyes with each other as they analysed their opponent's current state.

On one side was a tall and slender man. He had greyish skin, black and red hair with blood red eyes that fit perfectly on his well-proportioned face.

He wore a pinstriped suit with a matching long overcoat loosely hanging on his shoulders as it swayed in the wind.

In his hands, was a pure white double-edged blade emitting black miasma, that sucked out whatever semblance of life was left in the earth he stabbed the blade into.

His opponent was a fair skinned young man. He had attractive facial features with vindictive gray eyes and a well sculpted nose above his thin lips.

He possessed dark hair with silver highlights that matched with the dark coloured ceremonial uniform he had on. It had a silver sash that ran from his left shoulder to the right side of his waist, and a black coat with a red interior atop it.

In his hands was a jet-black one-handed sword that had red lines running through it like veins. Tendrils of golden lightning occasionally crackled around the sword, scorching the earth it was stabbed into.

The two men gazed at each other in silence until the grey skinned man finally spoke up.

"You...are one amusing child.

Do you really care not for the millions of lives that have been lost and would be lost when you fall here?"

"I don't give even a single fuck.

I never cared for their survival, as far as I completed my task and their numbers didn't drop too low, then there was no problem."

The reply of the gray eyed young man caused an expression of surprise to appear on the face of his opponent.

"Ha! I should have expected this, you really aren't like the other 'Heroes' I've met over the years."

As soon as the grey skinned man spoke back, he let out a hearty laugh before suddenly pulling his sword from the ground and kicking off the ground, instantly closing the distance between the two.

**SWISH!!!

His sword slash was quick and precise, his blade's target being the neck of the young man opposing him. It seemed like his attack would connect, however-

*CLANG!!

A jet-black blade suddenly appeared at the last moment and blocked his sword form going forward. The grey skinned man only grinned as if he didn't expect to take his foe out so easily, pulling back his sword and going in for another attack.

The two resumed their battle, swinging their swords with the intent to inflict fatal strikes on the other, yet they knew that it would not be so easy for them to do so.

***BOOOMMM!!!!

Gut-wrenching explosions rang out, kicking up clouds of dust and dirt as the two clashed repeatedly, their weapons moving at barely perceptible speeds.

"Paladin."

The young man called out as his black blade was enveloped in a thin white aura, an aura that went on to spread to the rest of his body as he dashed towards his opponent with his sword raised high.

"Warlock."

His opponent responded in kind as the white sword in his hands was coated in a dark red light. He blitzed towards the young man, leaving behind dark red trails of light as he swung his sword to block his foe's strike.

***SWIISHHHH!! BAMMM!!!

The two blades clashed, releasing shockwaves that ravaged the earth as they spread out in the blink of an eye.

"You Nuisance!"

The grey skinned man screamed with rage as he released a burst of magic power, sending the young man flying.

Without waiting for him to reach the ground, the man tightened his grip on his sword with both hands, a haze of dark red magic power rising up from his body.

**BOOOM!!!

There was a small explosion of magic as a pillar of dark red light surged from his sword, shooting into the sky and piercing through the clouds.

"Hmm...Your Ultimate?

Very well then, I shall respond in kind."

He looked up to see he young man who was sent flying, walking towards him with a glint in his gray eyes.

**BOOOMM!!!

Another explosion of magic power rang out, with a pillar of golden light shooting up from the black sword in the young man's hands.

"You shall perish like the pest that you are.

Come at me, Demon King!"

"Fall, Hero!"

In response to the young hero's spirited shout, the grey-skinned demon king cried out a response as the both of them blitzed towards each other at barely perceptible speeds, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Right before the hero swung his blade, he had one single thought.

'It was supposed to be just a game...'