Hange falcon was a young man from a middle class family. He lived with his sister, mother and father. He was a college student pursuing a degree in mechanical engineering from a government college.
The morning of sunday, Hange left his house and took some money with him for a place to stay in jonuk city. After hours of searching, he finally found a small, adjustable house for rent.
As the middle
night, Hange cleaned the dusty rooms, arranged everything neatly, and cooked a simple meal. Since he was exhausted, he ate quikly and went to bed early.
That night, something strange happened.
In his dream, Hange found himself standing in a rotting wooden house, buried deep within a forest where no light dared to enter. The walls groanted under the weight of time, and every corner dripped with the stench of decay and something far older—something evil. The house, forgotten for over two hundred year, seemed alive, whispering through the cracks, in its walls.
Outside, a storm raged. The sky bled with dark thunderclouds, lighting clawing across the heavens like burning vein. Each flash of its illuminated the forest twisted trees bent like tortured souls and the shadow of the house stretched long and thin, like it was reaching for him.
The air pulsed with a thick, invisible energy.
It wasn't just the wind — it was cursed energy. Old and heavy, crawling beneath his skin like cold insects. The floorboards trembled as if something below the house was moving.
Then—
From the farthest corners of the hall, where the darkness looked too black to be natural, a figure began to emerge. It was tall and thin, its body dark with a sickly red light, and its eyes blazed like twin fires burning in the night.
When it spoke, its voice wasn't one voice — it was a thousand whispers, overlapping in agony.
"You shouldn't have come here... Hange..."
The storm outside screamed louder. The cursed energy surged through the walls, and the entire house seemed to breathe as if it had awakened after two centuries of hunger.
"My name is Yardcost," the being said in a deep, echoing voice. "You've entered my domain — the world of cursed energy."
(Energy level of Yardcost: 23 T — raw)
Suddenly, Yardcost raised his hand, and a surge of power surrounded Hange. His heartbeat raced, and he felt his body filling with strange energy.
Yardcostst said — "My goal is to build an evil army to fight Heaven in the future. You have two choices, Hange."
Yadcroast raised his hand and said:
"1. Join my army, and I will give you great power."
"2. Or fight me now — and if you lose, you will be destroyed."
The storm grew louder. The cursed energy surged through the walls. The house seemed alive again.
But Hange, who had a positive and strong heart, did not lose courage. He looked straight at Yadcroast and said calmly,
"I will not join your evil army. My power comes from hope, courage, and protecting others."
Yadcroast laughed coldly. "Then you choose to fight," he said.
"Let's see how long your hope lasts."
The storm screamed. The house trembled, yet Hange's eyes were bright with determination. He knew the fight ahead would be hard — but his heart was filled with light and faith, and that was his true strength.
(Power level of Hange is: 5-Z raw.)
Hange hesitated. "I don't want to fight you. I don't even know who you are."
—The fight starts—
[Power increases from Z raw to A raw]
The storm howled as Yardcost raised his hand and the world bent to his will. The walls twisted, the ground cracked, and the cursed air wrapped around Hange like chains. Hange tried to move, his eyes burning with determination, but Yardcost's power was too strong — he could control everything.
With each step, the air grew heavier, crushing his body and spirit. Hange fought back with all his strength, shouting through the darkness,
"I won't give up!"
But his voice faded beneath the roars of thunder. Yardcost's red eyes glowed brighter, and with one motion, the cursed energy consumed Hange completely. The light in his eyes dimmed, and his body fell to the floor — lifeless.
The air trembled as the last echo of Yardcost's voice faded. Hange's body lay still for a moment — then suddenly, his eyes snapped open, gasping for breath. The red glow, the cursed house, the storm — all of it shattered like broken glass. He was no longer there.
Hange sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding violently. His hands trembled as he looked around — he was back in his own room. The world was quiet again, but his mind wasn't.
The image of Yardcpst's glowing eyes, the rotting house, and the words "Even hope can die" echoed inside his head.
He touched his chest, still feeling that faint warmth — the same spark that refused to fade in his dream. Breathing heavily, he whispered to himself.
"That wasn't just a dream... it was a warning."
And though the night was calm outside, Hange knew something dark had truly awakened.
He couldn't sleep again, but the dream never left him. Finally, Hange decided to investigate the old house that appeared in his dreams. He followed his instincts to the countryside town, where there stood a mysterious mountain known as Dramastic Mountain, a place rumored to hold cursed energy.