The Birth of Abaddon, King of Destruction

“Ahhh—”

Darkness surged, and the metallic-scaled draconic figure once again stood tall upon the earth.

Unlike before, streams of crimson light now coursed over Fafnir’s body, converging and merging ceaselessly, adding an eerie, sinister quality to the already grotesque ‘Evil Dragon’.

Tracing the origin of the crimson glow led one to a gaping, ever-expanding maw in its chest.

No, that wasn’t right. The maw wasn’t expanding; Fafnir itself was continually swelling, growing larger.

In mere seconds, the demonic dragon swelled to over ten meters in height.

Sensing the grave turn of events, Titan hastily fled. His previous resolve to live or die with the Divine Blood had stemmed from still possessing it; now that it was gone, self-preservation naturally took precedence.

“Roar! Roar—”

The colossal creature, now towering as high as the surrounding buildings, suddenly clasped its own head. Then, with a sickening crunch of rending steel, Fafnir’s dragon head was torn clean off by its own claws.

“What the hell is that thing?”

This horrifying spectacle made Titan, already in flight, accelerate even further.

Yet the grotesque transformation continued. The absence of a head seemed to not impede Fafnir’s movements in the slightest. It casually tossed its severed head into the gaping maw in its chest, where it vanished without a trace, before the creature resumed digging at its own neck with both hands, emitting a spine-chilling shriek.

“Eee-eee-eee—”

Only when the cry of an infant echoed out did it cease its actions, collapsing heavily onto the ground.

Instantly, the earth fractured and the sky seemed to fall, massive shockwaves rippling outwards. The violent tremors were clearly felt even by the defensive personnel stationed beyond the spatial isolation barrier.

From the bottomless chasm where its head once was, a small, tender white hand appeared, grasping the edge. With great effort, half of an infant’s body emerged. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into the likeness of a young boy, and finally, upon closer inspection, it was a captivating youth crowned with a golden diadem, long hair cascading to his waist, with a face as delicate as a woman’s, and a body that was human from the waist up, but draconic below.

[Demonic Machine authorization initiat—… Error… Error… Error… Warning: Anomalous energy detected… Please eliminate… Zzz… Zzz… Zzz…]

[—Disarming defenses. Deploying Fabricated Mythos.]

[Understood…]

[Searching for suitable vessel…]

[Fabricated Mythos — “Doomsday”]

[Concept extraction initiated…]

[—Destruction, demise, ruin, tomb, underworld, death… Concept extraction complete…]

[History fabrication initiated…]

[History injection initiated…]

[Activating Black Blood Transformation…]

The intermittent broadcast abruptly ceased, replaced by a voice of immense grandeur. It was as if a “Great One” who ordained the world had spoken, declaring:

[Oh, “human” who abandons the past and embraces a new future, listen closely now, remember your name, and engrave your identity.]

[—You are the messenger of the abyss, the lord of plagues, the final arbiter, the devourer of all things.]

[You are—]

New memories flooded his mind—a history that was neither present nor past, a history that had never truly existed.

Within it, there existed a monster capable of annihilating everything.

It dwelled eternally in an endless abyss.

Upon its emergence, it would utterly shatter forests, land, sun, stars, space, and time, bringing an equal and eternal end to all existence.

Its name was…

“Ah… So that’s it… This is what they call the [Fabricated Mythos]… Very well, then I shall experience it firsthand…”

The “deity” understood what was transpiring and, with eager consent, plunged its consciousness into the [Demonic Machine].

And so…

[Fabricated Mythos deployed—]

“I descend, embodying a brand new ‘mythos’.”

“My name is Abaddon, the King of Destruction!”

Terrifying energy erupted from the “monster,” its potent presence twisting all reality around it.

When the dust settled, the half-dragon, half-human entity stood resolute upon the earth.

Anyone who gazed upon its form would be seized by an intrinsic, bone-deep terror.

It was pure annihilation incarnate.

A monster inimical to all existence.

And the harbinger of doomsday.

“Heh… heh… Hahahahaha—”

Chongyun—no, he should now be called Abaddon—a new entity born from the [Demonic Machine]’s function, integrating both divine and demonic beings.

He laughed with unbridled delight.

“The feeling of returning to the mortal realm is truly exquisite.”

But then his expression turned cold, his gaze sharp and serpentine.

“Now, it is time to unleash the ‘hatred’ festering within my heart…”

The draconic body, previously prostrate, stirred and began to advance towards the ruined building. Its immense form cast a shadow over the sky, and each colossal step triggered an earthquake, shaking the very foundations of the surrounding area.

“I can sense a connection between you and her… Whether it’s mother and daughter, sisters, or some other bond, it matters not!”

Abaddon brandished a crimson spear, pointing it directly at the unconscious girl.

“In any case, you shall be the first. The initial target of my destruction.”

The dazzling crimson light eclipsed even the sun’s brilliance, as power capable of destroying all things converged at the spear’s tip.

“Receive my judgment!”

The youth’s voice boomed like thunder as he swung his spear, thrusting it towards Shadow, which had activated its defensive mode.

“Boom—”

A massive mushroom cloud billowed upwards from the spot.

The artificial space, several times the size of Dongchuan City, vanished into nothingness amidst the overflowing energy repercussions.

This revealed the security personnel, who had been waiting in full readiness outside, as well as… a red-haired youth, missing an arm and a leg, hopping on one foot. He waved his remaining arm, shouting, “Don’t just stand there, run!”

No sooner had he spoken than he was immediately bound by the security personnel, who, failing to recognize his good intentions, were not blind; who else could this conspicuous red-haired figure be but Titan, the leader of the Bloodkin?

****

“That location… is it the Shenghai Building?”

The very battlefield sealed off by The Supervisory Bureau.

On the deserted streets, the greatsword-wielding youth halted his pursuit, his gaze thoughtfully fixed on the mushroom cloud blossoming on the horizon. Even in the city center, far from the battlefield, he could distinctly perceive the terrifying magnitude of that astonishing energy.

‘Could that girl be in trouble…?’

Despite his complete confidence in Liu Yu’s combat prowess, the events of that night still gnawed at him, filling him with an incessant worry that the young girl, whose intellect seemed so mismatched with her abilities, might once again be outmaneuvered and cause a fresh wave of chaos.

“Stop daydreaming. If we don’t catch up, she’ll escape.”

Irina, the blonde Bloodkin, urged him on. To apprehend the Thief who had infiltrated The Supervisory Bureau to steal The Gem, she, who should have been imprisoned, had been granted a rare period of freedom.

Yet, she herself remained utterly oblivious to her status as a prisoner, maintaining the haughty demeanor of a pampered young lady. Though, it seemed she truly was born into a prestigious family.

“Wait a moment.”

Another voice interjected into their conversation. The Masked Man spoke with a solemn tone: “Let’s stop here for now. That burst of energy just now has given me a bad premonition.”

“A bad premonition… Are you suggesting we let the Thief go?”