A few days later, I went out alone, playing outside the kingdom.
Earlier that day, some knights had come to take my friends to the Mana Crystal Cave.
(God, "In their world, only a few rare caves produced mana stones—used to craft weapons.
The caves themselves were alive, conscious, and only granted stones to those they deemed worthy.")
my friends were chosen by the cave to receive their mana stones and forge their own weapons.
The knights were there to protect them.
I tried to activate my sword, and the ring responded just a little.
Suddenly—BOOM!
A huge explosion shook the kingdom near my house.
Meanwhile, monsters attacked the kingdom.
I ran back to my house in panic.
When I arrived, I saw something I can never forget—my father was dead, killed by an A-rank monster.
My mother was lying on the ground, seriously injured.
In that moment, rage exploded inside me.
My ring exploded with light, transforming into a blade.
Without hesitation, I killed the monster in a single strike.
I slayed all the A-rank monsters nearby, each with just one blow.
I was ready to attack again when suddenly—my mother hugged me tightly from behind.
Her warmth pulled me back to my senses.
Slowly, I returned to normal.
At that moment, the knights and my friends arrived to protect the kingdom and assist the survivors.
But our battle was not over.
(Good god said to bad god,
"Arjun's body was too young to handle such incredible power.
His mother's injuries were too severe".)
Both of us fell into a deep, subconscious state—a mysterious place between life and death.