The Reborn
Yun Che woke up startled and confused.
He looked around, astonished by the unfamiliar place.
Then joy struck him.
He realized he had been reborn.
Even greater joy filled his chest when he discovered that his sister, his mother, and his fiancée were alive.
It must have been during the war of the Siege of the Twelve Races.
Thousands had gathered for war.
Not against one race.
Not against two.
But against a guild.
To be precise… against a single person.
Nameless Sword.
A name that sent shivers down countless spines.
Over time, many epithets clung to him.
Asura.
Devil.
Punisher.
Heartless.
Legends say that, in the beginning of the Divine Domain, he was nothing more than an ordinary man, living a happy life with his family.
But soon after the Domain descended, his sisters died.
Some claimed they were murdered by the Angolan government, who coveted his talents and sought to control him.
Others said a foreign race saw his potential, and the sisters sacrificed themselves to protect him.
And there were whispers still darker—that he lost his mind to his own power, and killed them with his own hands, severing all human bonds.
Their mother, after losing her daughters, refused to enter the Divine Domain again.
Not long after, during a planetary invasion by the Fire Lions, she perished.
From then on, he went mad.
And the name Nameless Sword echoed across the world.
A born killer.
A master of countless blades.
The number of Fire Lions slain by his swords reached into the millions.
He spared no one.
The Angolan government tried to control him.
Three of the most powerful families were erased.
Later, he formed his own guild—Heaven-Slaying Guild.
It was no ordinary group. They were zealots, fanatics, warriors who did not see him as a leader, but as a god.
At its height, the guild numbered nearly one million members.
Soon after, a Federation rose on Earth, forged from the greatest powers, families, and warriors. The Federation's leader, blinded by ambition, sought to recruit Nameless Sword. He refused. And failing to accept that refusal in silence was the greatest mistake that man could have made.
Offended, the leader decided that if he could not control him, he would destroy him.
He unleashed the Federation's might against him.
But that only unleashed something far worse.
Alone, Nameless Sword exterminated every clan that led the Federation. He annihilated their strongest warriors.
In that single act, Earth lost 70% of its fighting power.
But in return… Earth gained a bond. It gained the living legend of Nameless Sword.
The number of deaths at his hands… no one could count. But without exaggeration, it reached into the billions. In only five years since the dawn of the Divine Domain, he had turned the world into blood and steel.
They say nuclear bombs were unleashed against him. But he did not die. No matter what was thrown at him, he always rose again.
And when people witnessed the deeds of a single man who stood alone against clans, federations, families, even entire races… billions came to worship him as a god.
To stop him, twelve races united. The excuse was to purge the world of evil. But everyone knew the truth: fear.
Fear of a single warrior who wielded thousands of swords.
Only… I did not live to see the end.
I died in that war. I died before learning what became of him.