Arold ended up falling to the ground due to the exhaustion caused by the attack, throwing the remnants of his sword far away. He couldn't even move a finger to get up or regroup with the people behind him, breathing heavily as he spoke:
— D-did he fall dead? Has he finally gone?
He thought it was finally over, that all those days of terror would end without much more damage, when the immortal got up, revealing that the boy had missed his attack and only tore off his forearm along with part of his torso—something that had no effect on the villain, who stood fully regenerated. The dust settled and revealed this to Arold, who panicked thinking he was about to die there. Something noticeable to everyone present was that the original arm of that being suffered burns from the sun's rays—though not many, as it was almost six in the evening, specifically 5:50 PM.
Kura charged at the man without even noticing the burns, grabbing the little leftover piece of Arold's sword and using his electromagnetic ability along with the heat generated by his lightning to shape a "sword" on his right arm. This blade had an extremely sharp cutting edge, which the electric youth used with all the speed of lightning to pierce the immortal's chest. Then, with all his speed and strength, he brutally slid the blade upward, completely destroying the immortal's head and making his blood splash onto the group behind, allowing not only the director to accidentally drink it, but also Ali to take in the same blood. The girl gave a strange smile as she did this.
— Arold, get out of there now, I'm going to kill that bastard!
Kura said, very irritated and worried about his brother. The immortal quickly regenerated and, angry at the attack he had suffered, shouted with all the hatred accumulated over these two hundred years:
— You mortal trash are always like this, always doing these futile acts of protecting someone's life, even when their death is inevitable! You only do futile, futile, futile, futile things!
He said this while trying to use his "lightning" attack again, but the short boy responded by creating his electric "shield" once more, evaporating that deadly liquid again. The boy then punched him in the chest again at full speed, once more throwing the immortal against the wall. The man, while regenerating, reflected a bit on his past two hundred years ago.
"How does this damn boy… represent such a threat to me, like that man from many years ago?"
He started remembering how his life was before the racist attack on his small nation: He was just an ordinary soldier of his ethnicity, with his rank decided by the location of his birthmark. Although his powers were not useful in battles during a war, his muscles alone helped him in dangerous situations. Then, on a normal day of his life, that small country started a secret project, Unsterbleach, initially to make their soldiers immortal, and soon after, the entire population. The goal of their leaders was to fulfill the promise of their progenitor, the great savior of humanity in the great war 4,000 years ago. In a big conference, one of the leaders began the announcement:
— Good morning, people of Mirai no Kuni! Today I come to speak about our new project for our nation, for our people! Project Unsterbleach. A project that will help us fulfill our patriarch's promise, a project that will lead us to immortality! Our best scientists are working on this project, and we selected four soldiers to test it before the general population!!
This announcement was made to the entire small country and excited the population, who eagerly awaited it—everyone wanted to achieve immortality and fulfill their progenitor's promise.
— Hey, Dtùschar, did you see this announcement? Isn't it incredible!!! We're going to fulfill that ancient promise!
Dtùschar heard this. He wasn't very excited to be one of the test subjects for this experiment, nor was he thrilled about the supposed promise; he didn't even like how his people decided children's futures, so why should he care about some old promise that he didn't even make?
— Yeah… fun… what was that promise again?
The blond, muscular man spoke morbidly, even depressively. The person speaking to him was his younger sister, who was quite annoyed and irritated, giving a weak tap on her older brother's head:
— Dummy brother, how can you forget that amazing promise our patriarch made, to help someone who, in the future, inherits the will of the savior of our world, to read the diary he left!
The girl, about eighteen years old, said this excitedly and hopefully, which brightened the blond man—not because of the promise made by his ancestor, but because of the happiness of the only important person to him. He wanted what was best for her, feeling glad to see her enthusiasm, regardless of the tap he received.
— Oh… so that's the promise?
Really, I'm excited about the success of this project, Gelie.
Though his voice sounded excited to her, he felt sad and discouraged inside, as if wishing this project had never been thought of or started by his country.
On the day the experiments started, the man was with three other people, including his best friend, Kisar. Dtùschar walked over and greeted him, starting a simple conversation, something the two friends did daily. Naturally, they ended up talking about the experiments they would undergo:
— Hey, what do you think about this experiment, Kisar?
Dtùschar said this cautiously to his friend, waiting attentively to hear his answer and opinion on it all:
— What do I think?… Well, even though I'm worried about it, deep down I think it will be good for everyone in our little country.
That answer was unexpected for the future immortal, who just nodded while looking at the ground, then raised his head to look at the sun. As time passed, they were already in the experiment room, starting that painful process, lasting several hours—one hour, two hours, six hours, ten hours.
After exactly thirty-four hours of the experiment, Dtùschar opened his eyes again and looked at the room's lamp. He noticed he was still alive and got excited. He quickly turned his face toward where his best friend and the other test subjects should be to share the situation with them. He was shocked by the scene: All the other test subjects were dead in a completely bizarre and scary scene. While he was totally frightened, the representative of his country walked up to him, placing a hand on the immortal's right shoulder and saying:
— Well… the experiment was almost a total failure, the other test subjects couldn't withstand the procedure and died during it, while you, although alive, didn't achieve complete immortality; even with all your superhuman capabilities… ultraviolet rays will still kill you.
The blond man was confused, thinking, "What do you mean it wasn't total immortality? Is there half immortality?" Days passed, and the nation's representative only said the experiment succeeded. This completely changed the man's life—people began to worship him, wealth and fame came like air, all of which went to his head and made him very different from before.
— Hey, you can't come through here—
The immortal's guards tried to stop someone from passing, but they failed and she got through. This person was his sister, Gelie. The girl looked angry with him:
— Brother, what happened to you? You're not the same anymore, you've become totally arrogant and unhumble!
Dtùschar silenced his sister by scratching his throat and making a loud noise. He was sitting on a throne surrounded by women pampering him. The man threw some coins to his sister as he spoke:
— If you came asking for some change, you didn't need all this fuss; you could have asked calmly.
This made veins pop in her forehead from anger as she looked at him and shouted, filled with hate:
— Asking for change? I don't want your dirty money! Mom is sick, and you haven't even visited her since she was hospitalized. What kind of person are you?!
This speech deeply hurt a side of him hearing it from his own sister, making him respond more harshly than she did:
— What kind of person did I become? I became perfect. I became an immortal god!
This statement only made his sister sadder and angrier, causing her to shed a few small tears. She was about to leave the place, turning her back on him as she said, walking away:
— You're no longer the brother I used to talk to.
This made the man angry on the outside, but inside he felt sad; it only sank him deeper into the depression he was suffering from. He had lost everything he cared about at that moment. The only thought passing through his mind was: "So this was the price of immortality?..."
About a year passed after that. His mother had died from that illness, he had become even more famous and arrogant, and he hadn't seen his sister since that fight—only knowing she had a child with a coworker. His life was "peaceful" until out of nowhere an explosion happened. It was the declaration of war from the protagonists' country, two hundred years ago, starting a gigantic battle.
This war lasted for three years until the last attack on Mirai no Kuni happened. It was an attack using all the strength the country could muster. Mirai no Kuni began to fall into ruins quickly. Dtùschar was fighting alongside other soldiers when his sentimental side started to speak louder: "Save your family and run." His emotional side was screaming at him to do so.
After much physical and mental struggle, he decided to advance to save his sister. When he arrived, he saw his sister and nephew and tried to save them using his speed. He almost saved them from death and escaped the country, willing to throw everything away to live a normal life with them—without all these wars and battles—but he was stopped by a fire attack that hit his sister, and before his eyes, she burned to death.
He then saw his nephew still alive and went to save at least that child from death, but failed again: a soldier from the nation of Burajin no Kuni shot the child in the head with an AK-47 bullet. The shock was too great for the Miraijin, who was soon surprised by the "death purple" attack, who looked at him and said:
— I'm sorry for all this, we're just following orders... Allow me to end your pain.
The immortal's rage boiled over, starting a fight to the death against that soldier. Both were badly injured, but Dtùschar was worse due to his opponent's power—the creation and manipulation of ultraviolet rays. The end was near, and all he could think was: "Where... has this brought me?"
He launched his final attack against the man; it was a clash of two punches with all their strength. On his left fist, the ultraviolet energy began to completely destroy his body. Seeing no way out, the man quickly used a "laser" from his eyes to cut off his right arm and then used his power to transfer his mind through his blood, moving it to his right arm, and went into a coma for two hundred years.
"Thinking about it, they don't look so much alike."
He thought this to himself as he got up after finishing regenerating, passing a hand over his head. Then he turned his gaze toward his enemies, only to be surprised by a combined attack from the director and Kura, with a series of vigorous strikes against him while the director shouted:
— I won't let you leave alive, you damn zombie!