The air tasted of iron.
"This is your final moment, Immortal."
He knelt at the Hero's feet, head bowed. Half his face was daubed in blood; his body a ruin—rags torn, flesh lacerated. Around them lay a sea of corpses: blood, bone, and broken armor spread in every direction.
Through a voice raw with pain, the Immortal rasped, "I will come back, Hero—Adish von Goldhart. I will tear you to pieces and avenge my comrades." His laugh was a broken thing.
The Hero smiled — small, poisonous. "That will never happen." His words were cold, arrogant. "Even if you somehow return, you'll be nothing before my power. I'll crush you again."
"Enough of this," he snapped, voice flat. "Now I'll grind you into dust." He tightened his grip on the sword until his knuckles went white.
[@@*#&%!@ swordmaster activate]
A single flash of blue light cut the air. The Immortal vanished — dissolved into thin air as if he had never existed.
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"What! This is the end? Fuck, what a crap ending…"
The glow of my phone screen burned into my eyes as I stared in disbelief. My teeth gnashed together. The room was pitch black, the only sound the faint buzz of the ceiling fan.
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I fell back onto the bed and tossed my phone toward the corner.
"Man… the author just ruined it," I muttered.
Forgotten Ancients. Or as fans called it, Shav.
I'd been reading this monster of a novel for five years straight. Day or night, whenever I had time, Shav was there. Even during the author's infamous hiatuses, I'd go back and reread old chapters, clinging to the story.
At its peak, Shav was Japan's most popular novel. Though… it wasn't for everyone. The writing was dense, almost too descriptive. Some readers said it was like reading an encyclopedia instead of a novel. Still, in the early days, Shav smashed every record—
novel has 3422 chapters, worldbuilding on a scale no other author dared attempt, power system, the abilities was so damm good.
But over time, complaints piled up, and fans dropped it one after another.
Not me.
I wasn't there for the hero, or the endless power-ups, or even the grand prophecies. I was there for the Immortal.
The villain.
Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable. The kind of existence that forced the world to kneel in fear. Everyone knew he was destined to lose, but I loved every moment he was on the page.
And then tonight, in the final chapter…
hero just active his OR Skill
One line. A flash.
And the Immortal vanished into thin air.
That was it. No explanation, no aftermath, nothing.
I pulled the blanket over my face and groaned.
"Five damn years… and this is how it ends?"
Tring!
The shrill notification tone cut through my sulking.
I reached for the phone again.
[Vinson]: Hey! Motherfucker, when are you going to return my money?
[Vinson]: Don't act like you didn't see this.
"Tch… Vinson, you bastard." I dropped the phone back onto the bed. "Can't even complain about a shitty ending in peace."
I closed my eyes, trying to shut it all out. But my mind refused to rest. The Immortal's last scene kept replaying over and over—his figure fading, his voice unfinished, like something was missing.
"Immortal… you deserved better than this," I muttered under my breath.
if immortal could have hero's system or even Sword Master Skill be will be enough for no one can defeat him..
but, "i guess there is nothing i can do other than just sleep" !
i take a deep breath and close my eyes. and stop all the thoughts..
"..."
"..."
[you can do]
Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar voice.
I shot open my eyes and sat up on the bed.
I looked around—but there was no one.
"Hello?"
No reply came.
I waited, heart pounding, and a thought crept into my mind.
'ahh! I must be dreaming.'
I felt sleep tugging at me, heavy and relentless.
Without thinking, I just threw myself onto the bed.
The unfamiliar voice still echoed faintly in my mind.