The pain from his battered body vanished as if it had never existed. With a mere thought—Repair Body—his life force, once at the brink of collapse, instantly restored to full. The bruises, the blood, the torn skin—all of it faded away, revealing a flawless, striking face, untouched by the violence of moments ago.
—Whoosh!
Even his shredded, bloodstained uniform reformed, crisp and spotless as though brand-new.
"Convenient. Almost too convenient," Asher murmured with a satisfied smile. "But if I keep abusing this, the fun will disappear."
For the first time in eternity, he resolved to restrain himself. He wanted to experience life as a human—struggling, clawing his way forward, savoring every obstacle. With that in mind, he began to walk home, following the memories of Park Daeyeon that now guided his steps.
"Hey… Park Daeyeon."
The call from behind made him turn. Two of the very boys who had beaten him earlier stood there, disbelief etched across their faces.
"Y-You! How the hell are you still alive!?" one of them shouted, voice cracking with fear.
Asher's calm smile cut deeper than any blade.
"Simple. I just stood up and started walking home."
That nonchalant reply struck them like a slap. The Daeyeon they knew would never dare talk back. But this Daeyeon… was different.
"You bastard! You dare—!"
The boy lunged, fist raised, aiming straight for Asher's face.
Snap!
With a single hand, Asher caught his wrist. His grip was feather-light—yet to the boy, it felt as though his bones were being crushed to dust.
"Aghhh! Let go, you freak!"
"Apologies," Asher said coldly, his lips curling into a smirk. "But I don't enjoy being bothered."
He squeezed ever so slightly.
Crack!
The boy's scream ripped through the air as his arm bent unnaturally, breaking with sickening force. Asher flicked his wrist, and the boy's body flew like a ragdoll, slamming into a wall before collapsing into unconsciousness.
The second boy froze, trembling. Before he could even run, Asher blurred forward with speed no human could follow.
"W-What are you going to do!?" the boy stammered, terror in his eyes.
Asher's grin turned cruel.
"Just trying something… fun."
Thud!
His palm struck the boy's chest with brutal force. The body went limp instantly, collapsing lifeless at his feet. Asher stared down at the corpse, expression unreadable—then a spark of amusement lit his gaze.
Ding!
"Revive."
Golden light enveloped the fallen body. The boy convulsed, gasping for air as though dragged back from drowning. His eyes widened in sheer panic as he met Asher's gaze—the gaze of the god who had just killed him.
"This is my gift," Asher said, smiling coldly. "A new life… along with the memory that you once died by my hand. Remember that. And know you might die again if you ever dare cross me."
The resurrected boy could only stare in horror, his world shattered. He had never imagined such a being could exist in reality.
Asher walked away, unbothered, the faint thrill in his chest growing stronger. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in eons—not since the birth of the universe itself.
As he made his way home, another thought flickered across his mind, sparking mischief.
"Perhaps it's time I create a new skill."
Yes… the true fun was only just beginning.