It was my first S level dungeon raid, and when we reached to the destination which as in the edge of the ocean. That means, we are the end of our island. It took us a whole day to reach there.
And this is where the problem gotten bigger because there were more people who were about to enter in the dungeon. They were Guild S.
"Oh so you are going too." Guild S leader, 'Hax Tios' was about to make a step to enter the dungeon before us but I stopped them because it was not their dungeon raid.
"You guys are late, we arrived here first, we will go. And you go back to your home." Hax replied to them in a calm manner.
"I told you. It's ours, not yours. Don't go..." Shiro warned them.
They didn't stopped and entered the dungeon.
One of them threw the same letter to them telling that they were the ones who were told to defeat this dungeon too.
Guild S had entered the dungeon, and as they entered it. They disappeared. As if there was an invisible wall which shows them a different vision to distract them.
Shiro and his guild entered the dungeon too but as they entered it, they saw that Guild S had already defeated the guard soldiers who were the snake demons with two or three heads.
"Don't tell me they know about that." Shiro (Karl) thought to himself. "If they know about that thing. That means, they have rest of the emeralds."
What Karl was talking about is the God's Emeralds, which were stolen during the First war among the gods and demons. They are not normal, because those emeralds have insane amount of Magi energy. (Magi energy is the source of the power/magic flowing in humans body.)
But it's not the only thing which i need it.
After getting the access of Shiro's memories i find out that those emeralds are connected with the gods. And if Veil found those, he will complete his goal. And i and shiro don't want this.
Last night when Karl touched the memory of Shiro he found out about everything.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open.
"Thank God you're alive." it was Slade Akami. He's a tall swordsman with sharp-eye with a scar upon his cheek. Also known as the Right hand of Shiro.
Same age as Karl.
He hurriedly went to Karl's bedside.
"Captain Shiro, we thought we lost you! You were attacked from behind during the S-Level raid."
More people burst in before he could get the words out—mages, healers, supporters—all donning the crest of Guild A.
"Captain! Praise the heavens!"
"You're awake!
"You're really alive!!"
Their eyes shone with relief.
With confidence. With loyalty. Something inside Karl stirred, deep in his chest. Something unfamiliar.
A heaviness.
A warmth.
A painful pressure, like two feelings were colliding.
"I am feeling something…"
He clutched the edge of the blanket.
His heart thumped hard.
"But… what is this?"
He couldn't describe it.
Was it the echo of the real Shiro Kami? The soul that once lived in this body? Karl had no idea.
The body he now lived in Shiro Kami's body was not human's.
And this was why he was the Leader of Guild A.
He reached to his chest and winced.
His heart was bound in a heavy bandages.
"Something… is here."
His voice cracked and he pressed his palm against the thick wrappings.
He pushed himself out of the bed and stood in front of the mirror.
The reflection staring back at him was unreal. He was Tall and Muscular. His Hair like moonlight.
"I feel… something…" he muttered to himself in confusion.
Slade cleared his throat and gestured to the others.
"Everyone. Out. Let me talk to the Captain alone." The room cleared and then, Silence. Once again...
Only Slade and Karl remained.
Slade folded his arms.
"It was during the S-Level Dungeon Raid that you were attacked. Suddenly and vicious, not even you had expected it."
Then Slade spoke again casually: "It's great they didn't find out you are a demon."
Slade stepped closer.
"The heart you were living off… your demon heart… was destroyed in the fight." Slade continued lowering his voice: "But don't you worry. I had a spare. The one that I stole from the underground vault."
So that was it.
This emotion wasn't his.
It was the emotion of the heart beating inside him.
A demon heart full of despair.
Slade clenched his fist.
"I think Veil Da Vorch did it." Slade stared at him in confusion.
"Cap'n? You're behaving oddly. Karl took a deep breath, his new life wasn't just different.
It was dangerous. And. Deadly.
And every answer he needed was hidden inside this demon's heart.
Karl's only thought, after being transferred into Shiro's body, was:
What's going on with the world?
The memories within this new body were fragmented, dark, and steeped in secrets enough for Karl to grasp one thing with clarity:
Something is terribly wrong is happening in this world...
The day when we were preparing to leave for the dungeon raid. I visited Shiro's room and saw, papers torn from ancient books.
Photographs pinned with red markers.
Maps with circles around places Karl had never heard of.
The faces of people Shiro had already killed.
A madman's puzzle… or a genius' warning.
Karl stepped nearer, reading everything again.
"When I asked Slade about the genocide… he knew nothing," muttered Karl. "Even the common people don't know anything."
So there were only two possibilities:
1. The genocide never happened.
2. Someone deleted it from history. Completely.
Karl stared at the wall. "If someone erased a genocide, then. why? Shiori said, Genocide happened for the greater power… but in the last few centuries, the world never faced a threat big enough to justify this level of cover-up." So the outcome karl came up was perfect and accurate but then suddenly His breath froze—
Could it be him? Veil Da Vorch… Shiro's memories quaked within his body. A face, a voice, a darkness.
Shiro knew this man. It's his Personal matter
But to look at Veil's goals.. they were man made horror beyond my comprehension .
Karl's mind was racing. "If no one remembers the genocide… then, how did Shiori know about it?"
He remembered the sisters. The IO race. Kiyomi Mitaka, Aoimi Mitaka, Riomi Mitaka, Shiori Mitaka, they were All sisters. All from the same extinct race. When Shiori told the story of genocide, she was crying, trembling. And all four punished me the same way the genocider had tortured their people. But the race of IO was already eliminated. So how…?
How come these four are still alive? Why are they the only exceptions? Karl stepped back from the wall, his heart pounded.
Something just wasn't right. Something was concealed. And he had just touched the edge of a truth that could break the world apart. Shiro scanned the whole information wall once again, all the maps, torn pages, scribbled notes, down to where something caught his eye. A thin, old book page. Its title: "The IO Race." He squatted and picked it up. As he read, his expression changed. His pupils constricted. His breathing had stopped By the time he reached the last line— His eyes widened by the fact that shook his core, "Miss Shiori… she was from the race, God himself abandoned." His hand trembled. The IO, according to the page, were not a natural race. They were not born. They did not follow the cycle of birth that God created. They were made. Made by someone.
Shiro stepped back, because the realization slammed into him like a hammer. "That means… Shiori, Kiyomi, Riomi, Aoimi-none of them were ever born. Someone created them." And if they were created… Then they were taught. Then, they were conditioned. Then they were told what to believe. A chill crawled down Shiro's spine. "That guy… he's the one who told them about the genocide. He's the one who fed them about the genocide. He's the one who manipulated them.
The thought echoed louder and louder in his mind. Whoever made the IO sisters… Whoever survived the erased genocide… That person is still out there. And already he had shaped four living weapons.