The sensation was fleeting yet sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where my past should have been. A beautiful face I once loved... now just grains of sand slipping through my fingers.

All I had left was my name: Clark.
This oblivion was nothing like sleep; it was drowning. I had just broken the surface, gasping for air. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I wore rusty armor, heavy and cold. I forced my eyes open to a small campsite—and the first thing I saw was him. A man. Something deep in my gut twisted with unease.

He sat beside a faint fire, staring at the stars. A cold breeze rustled through the trees, but it couldn't mask the pungent smell hanging in the air: blood. Beside me lay a corpse—mutilated, unrecognizable. Friend or foe? I didn't know.

The man glanced toward me. His voice was disturbingly calm:
"Don't bother reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him. Found him like this with an empty bottle."

Ignoring the dizziness, I pushed myself up, my hand still gripping the sword's hilt. My voice came out as a harsh rasp:
"Who are you? What is this place?"

He didn't even flinch:
"Name's Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only other thing still breathing. So I dragged you here."
He paused, his cool demeanor cracking for a moment:
"I was hoping you'd have answers. About me. About any of this."

His words froze me:
"What do you mean, 'about you'?"

He looked down, weighed down by the words:
"I don't know. I've lost... everything. All I have left is instinct. The need to survive. That's it."

I hesitated, then slowly sat near the fire, keeping my distance:
"I don't trust you. But... I'm in the same damned situation. I don't know who I am either."

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A full year had passed. Clark trained diligently and reached the third level of the Enlightenment Stage, learning the Heavenly Fist technique.


He improved himself greatly. He actually knew where his next destination was. The World Constellation had told him when they met, saying:


•"There is an emissary like you who possesses a small part of my power."


And that truly piqued Clark's curiosity. The next destination was the Gothic Kingdom!!!


The master came to Clark's room and asked:


•"Why did you want to meet me, Clark?"


•"I'm ready to depart. I've completely prepared, and the first place I'll go to is the Gothic Kingdom."


The master nodded with displeasure and said:


•"Well, I suppose I can't deter you since you're stubborn. But let me tell you this: that kingdom is a den of corruption and worships demons. They're all corrupt. That kingdom is ruled by the Apostolic Church."


Chapter 46 - Vessel of Darkness!!!