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The abyss was not silent. It began with a low, rhythmic sound—the steady drip of life
retreating into the cold pavement.
At the center of the deserted crossroads, two figures lay broken under the flickering
glow of the streetlights. One man was slumped against a vending machine, his body a
map of jagged, mortal wounds. This was Haru. Despite the steel that had pierced him,
his face bore no trace of agony. Instead, he looked like a man who had finally finished
a long, dificult race. He died with the quiet, heavy stillness of a hero who had
achieved his purpose—leaving the world without a single lingering regret.
A few inches away, the other man lay sprawled across the asphalt. His fingers were
still white-knuckled, frozen in a desperate grip around a necklace. A blade remained
buried deep in his chest, a cruel reminder of the suddenness of the end. Unlike Haru,
his face was a mask of pure, startled horror. He had been stolen from life before he
was ready, his eyes wide with the realization that his time had run out.
Two lives ended that night. One left in peace; the other left in pieces. But as their
blood mingled on the dark street, the soul of the hero was already drifting toward a
new beginning.
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CHAPTER ONE : THE MUD FOUNDATION
The trek out of the jungle was long, but the man walked with a "predatory grace" that
made the local monsters give them a wide berth. As the trees thinned, the smell of
damp earth and woodsmoke filled the air.
Ahead lay a humble settlement of huts made of reinforced clay and thatch—the village
of Mud.
"Stop," the man commanded softly. He looked at Sora. "From this point on, I am not a
'Monster.' To these people, I am simply a high-ranking Monster. Don't go shouting
about my 'true form' unless you want to find your own breakfast for a month."
Sora nodded frantically, his hand resting on the hilt of his rusted blade.
As they entered the village gates, the chatter of the Goblin inhabitants died down.
They stared at the 7-foot-tall stranger in his magnificent black robes and the ethereal
woman following him.
Two female Goblins stepped forward to intercept them. They didn't look like the
scavengers in the woods; they carried themselves with the authority of leaders. One
was a woman of mature, dangerous beauty named Sofia, and beside her was her
daughter, Mizuki, whose eyes were sharp with suspicion and curiosity.
"Halt, travelers," Sofia said, her voice steady despite the overwhelming pressure she
felt from the man. "This is the village of Mud. State your name and your business."
The man looked at the two women, then at the horizon. He felt the last tether to his
past life—the life of Haru Ryūzaki—finally snap. He was ready for his 'one more try'.
"My business is a bed and a meal," he rumbled, his azure eyes locking onto Sofia's.
"And as for my name... call me Jee-shahn.
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Jee-shahn stood in the center of the muddy path, his 7-foot frame draped in his new
black-and-azure robes. He looked at Sofia and Mizuki, then let out a sigh so long it
sounded like he was deflating.
"So," he drawled, his azure eyes wandering toward a nearby pile of hay that looked
surprisingly soft. "Is there a reason we're standing in the rain, or is 'dramatic staring'
the national sport of this village?"
Sofia blinked, her authoritative stance faltering. She had expected a "High-Rank
Monster" to demand a tribute or a throne, not complain about the weather. "My Lord
Jee-shahn, we are merely cautious. Travelers of your... stature... usually bring
trouble."
"The only trouble I'm bringing is a severe case of back pain," Jee-shahn replied,
scratching his head. He looked at the tiny blue lizard on his shoulder. "Hey, you said
this place had luxury suites. All I see is mud. I want a refund on this adventure."The lizard chirped indignantly, while Sora, standing behind them, tried to look
intimidating despite being covered in jungle burrs.
Mizuki stepped forward, poking a finger toward Jee-shahn's chest—though she had to
reach quite high to do it. "If you want a bed, you have to earn it. Our village is under a
'Work-to-Live' law. No one sleeps for free."
Jee-shahn's face went completely blank. The idea of "work" seemed to physically hurt
him. He looked at Emiko, who was standing perfectly still, her white robes untouched
by a single drop of mud.
"Emiko, did you hear that? They want me to work," Jee-shahn said, his voice thick
with comedic despair. "Me. A Dragon. Working. This universe is clearly broken."
"Perhaps, my Lord," Emiko said with a small, graceful smile, "they simply haven't
realized that your 'work' usually involves finding the shortest path to a nap."
Jee-shahn turned back to the two Goblin leaders. "Look, Sofia, Mizuki... how about
this? I'll sit in your village and look 'High-Ranking.' That'll scare off the local bandits,
right? That's basically security work. Now, show me where the pillows are before I fall
asleep right here in the muck."
Sofia and Mizuki exchanged a look. They had never met a monster so
powerful-looking, yet so utterly useless in spirit.
"Fine," Sofia sighed. "We have a guest hut. But don't think this makes you our King."
"Trust me," Jee-shahn muttered, already walking toward the nearest roof. "Being a
King sounds like it has way too many early morning meetings. I'm retired from
everything that requires a 'Serious' face.
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nside the Grand Imperial Carriage, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and
silent calculation. Emiko remained a statue of serene elegance, her gaze locked onto
Shin, whose azure eyes were glowing with an ancient intensity. It was as if the infant
were reading the very lineage of the temple through its white marble walls. Lupa heldhim with the fierce protectiveness of a wolf, while Tara, Kaori, and Yui watched the
unfolding blasphemy outside through the silk curtains.
Aiko, blissfully unaware of the cosmic tension, giggled as she tried to catch the sun
reflecting off the High Priest's polished forehead. "He's so shiny!" she chirped. "Is he
a god too, or just a very bright bald man?"
Outside, Sora and Ryuki moved like shadows. Ryuki began unloading the massive
trunks, filled with fine silks and the "Monster's" private reserves, while Sora adjusted
his collar and stood beside Jee-shahn.
"Listen, Shiny-Head," Sora whispered, his voice carrying through the terrified ranks of
monks. "The Master said he wants a sofa. When he says sofa, he usually means 'now.'
Unless you want the Lizard to decide your jeweled staff is a chew toy?"
The High Priest turned a shade of purple that clashed with his yellow silks. "You do
not understand!" he shrieked. "This temple honors Virellia, one of the Nine Pure
Dragons! Her beauty is our law! You cannot bring... whatever this is into her
presence!"
Jee-shahn let out a yawn so wide his fangs caught the morning light. He took one
heavy step forward, and the High Priest stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own
robes. Jee-shahn's gaze was bored, but it felt like the weight of a collapsing star.
"If your Gilded Rose wants to complain, tell her to come down here and do it herself,"
Jee-shahn rumbled. "Until then, Sora... move the altar. It's blocking the sunset, and I
intend to be horizontal before the first star shows up."
The Desecrated Sanctuary
Jee-shahn didn't stop until he reached the center of the Great Hall. Directly beneath
the massive dome sat the golden statue of the Dragon Goddess Virellia, surrounded
by piles of fresh, sacred roses. Without a word, Jee-shahn gently laid himself down
upon the floral bed.
"Sora," he muttered, closing his eyes. "Put the luggage here. Tell the other priests this
room is mine now."
"Yes, Master," Sora replied with a grin.
The High Priest was trembling, his polished forehead slick with sweat. "This is a holy
room! We pray to Virellia, the pure divine dragon! You cannot use our sacred hall as a
restroom, you monster!"
Jee-shahn didn't reply; he was already drifting into the deep, heavy sleep of a being
who had forgotten he once created the very goddess above him. Sora stepped
between the Priest and the altar, bodily hauling the man toward the exit. "The Master
is busy with his 'cultivation.' Let's discuss your complaints outside, shall we?"
As the hall grew quiet, a strange phenomenon occurred. A beam of holy light
descended from the dome, touching Jee-shahn's sleeping face. In that moment, a
gentle, rare smile appeared on the "Monster's" lips—a faint echo of a husband
recognizing the touch of a wife.
The Rurouni's Choice
While Emiko, Lupa, and the other ladies finally exited the carriage and entered the
temple, ignoring the hateful glares of the monks, Sora returned to the carriage one
last time. He found the Silver Rurouni siblings still standing in the dust.
"Hey, ghosts and Silver Sword," Sora called out. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Nope," Nogi replied, leaning against a marble pillar with a mocking smirk. "Shortage
of supplies, no coin, and the Priests don't exactly welcome Rōnin travelers. We're
stuck."Sora paused, a heavy crate in his arms. He looked at Shizuka, then at her brothers.
"The Priests didn't want us either. They called the Master a 'monster' to his face. But
as you can see, we're in, and they're out."
He began walking back toward the temple, but stopped at the threshold. "If three more
people join us, I don't think the Master will care. The Priests are only silent because
they can feel his true presence—even if they're too stupid to name it. But listen..."
Sora's voice turned deadly serious. "If you come in, don't make noise. The Master is
terrifying when his peace is disturbed. He just made the Empress of Terragorn his
third wife, and a few days ago, he ended a thousand warriors just to get some quiet."
Sora's eyes flickered to Shizuka. "And you, Silver Sword? Keep your distance from
him. The Master has an... interest in women like you. And I can only tolerate one Lupa
at a time."
With that final warning, Sora disappeared into the sanctuary, leaving Shizuka standing
in the silence, her hand gripping her katana as she looked toward the man who had
just claimed a goddess's home as his own.
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