Villain Fusion
In this world, one’s worth is determined by strength, a gift flowing through the blood of their ancestors.
Those who can command Aether are called Hunters — guardians of cities, symbols of honor.
But Shade is a nobody.
No talent. No lineage. No name.
The only thing that sets him apart is his Aether: pitch black and tainted, a cursed energy believed to be the remnant of sins from a past life.
Each day, he toils in the nobles’ fields, struggling for a single loaf of bread to feed his mother and siblings.
In the eyes of the world, he is nothing more than dirt beneath their boots.
Until that night, when even the sky refused to sleep.
A battle erupted between a hooded fugitive and a young Hunter desperate for glory.
Shade was caught in the middle, praying for salvation.
He was gravely mistaken.
He didn’t even see it coming — only a blinding arc that split the night in two.
One slash of light, and Shade’s world was torn apart, his consciousness fading beneath the radiant sword of the so-called protector of the people.
In his final moments, Shade laughed at his own foolishness.
This world had never been fair; only power decided who deserved to live.
For the first time, he wished the world would just forget his name.
Yet fate wasn’t done mocking him. That night became the beginning of everything.
The fugitive, dying and desperate, whispered a forbidden spell.
In a flash of dark light, his soul crossed over, merging with Shade’s lifeless body.
When Shade opened his eyes again, the world was no longer the same.
Inside him, another voice stirred — aware, alive, and dangerous.
From those two bound souls, a new power was born: Skill Fusion, the ability to combine techniques and spells into forces beyond human limits.
But every power comes with a price.
That night, the Shade who once believed in miracles died.
The one who lives now no longer waits for them;
he forges them, even if it costs his soul.
