After ten thousand years of war…
Blood splashed across cracked stone. The ground trembled under the dying roars of demonic beasts as torn banners flapped in a storm of ash and divine fire.
Towering corpses of corrupted dragons lay in ruin, their scales blackened by celestial lightning. In the distance, the shattered body of the Heavenly Demon fell like a meteor, splitting the battlefield.
And at the heart of the chaos—stood four brothers.
Silent.
Burned, bloodied, and… smiling.
"…We finally did it," Valthor said, breathing slow and deep. "Our last mission. The end of the war."
Kaelen rested his massive blade over his shoulder, exhaling steam. "After ten thousand years…"
Draegen adjusted his broken glasses, one lens cracked clean through. "No more sect wars. No more beast tides. No more divine purges."
Then—
[SYSTEM: Congratulations. You have defeated the Heavenly Demon's Army.]
[SYSTEM: Final Test Complete.]
[SYSTEM: Gate to Origin World – Active]
[SYSTEM: Welcome back to Terra.]
"FINALLY!" Vexen shouted, tossing his blade into the sky like a toy. "Gods, I need a girlfriend."
A shimmering portal cracked open before them, golden threads of light weaving through the sky.
"Look at that," Valthor grinned, arms wide. "Home sweet home. Terra, baby—I've missed you so much I could KISS you!"
Draegen deadpanned, "Please don't."
Kaelen cracked his neck, chuckling under his breath.
Vexen smirked. "So… world domination?"
All four turned to look at each other.
"World domination." they said in unison.
They stepped into the light.
A Few Months Later…
The soft clink of ceramic cups echoed through a dimly lit tea shop tucked between a hunter supply store and a closed-down laundromat.
A gentle breeze passed through the open door. The air smelled of roasted oolong, crushed mint, and the faintest touch of summer lightning.
Four men sat behind the wooden counter.
The same four.
God-killers. Beast-slayers. Martial legends from another world.
Now?
Tea brewers.
"I'm bored," Vexen groaned, draped across the counter like a dead cat
"Then go clean the windows," Draegen replied without looking up, calmly folding tea wrappers into origami stars.
"I said I'm bored, not suicidal."
Kaelen methodically cut citrus with a blade so sharp it sliced through air itself. "We could go clear another tower."
"We cleared three last week," Valthor muttered from his hammock, sipping tea upside down. "They're not even trying anymore. No bosses, no traps, just sad little S-rank bugs pretending to be scary."
"Can't believe we thought world domination would be fun," Vexen said.
"Yeah. Turns out paperwork and world politics are more annoying than demon kings," Draegen muttered.
They all paused. Silence.
Then laughter.
The shop creaked gently in the wind, cozy and warm—untouched by the chaos outside.
No one knew who they were.
No one remembered the names Valthor, Draegen, Kaelen, or Vexen.
But the tea shop on the edge of District 9 was becoming… a legend.
And the four most powerful beings on Earth?
Were just waiting for someone interesting to walk through the door.