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THE UNLEASHED ONE

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Chapter 1 - THE UNLEASHED ONE PART 1

Endless Ascension

Episode 1 – The One Who Will Never Stop

I wasn't born screaming in a cradle.

I was forged — in the roaring heart of the Multiverse Forge, where the Fighting Gods and Goddesses hammered existence into shape.

They tore apart demon lords for their rage.

They carved the bones of celestial beasts for their unshakable divinity.

They wired the lost cyberpunk technology of dead worlds into my flesh until my body hummed like a starship reactor.

I am their only experiment. The one being in existence born with no limit. No level cap. No skill ceiling. If I survive, I can rise forever. If I kill, I grow stronger. If I stop… I die.

My hair burns white, my skin is deep bronze, glowing faintly with cybernetic lines that pulse like veins of molten light. My eyes are pure white fire. And in my hands… my only weapons — my permanent dual throwing stars.

They are bound to me. They start plain — dull black, simple edges, the faintest trace of sleeping runes etched into their surface. But like me, they evolve. Every kill feeds them. Every level changes them. Eventually, they will become something the multiverse has never seen.

World-Zero

The gateway arena to all other worlds.

The floating coliseum hangs in black space, steel walls humming with the energy of billions of dimensional gates. Beyond them lie billions of fighters, from low-level scavengers to gods who break planets as a warm-up.

I stand alone in the sand-floored circle, eyes locked on the sealed gate across from me. The announcer's voice booms like thunder.

"World-Zero, Opening Match! New blood enters the Path! Can he survive the first kill?"

The gate slams open.

First Opponent

He's a giant — part man, part machine. Rusted chainsaw arms revving loud enough to shake the stands. Vents in his chest spew smoke. His eyes are red scanners that focus on me with predator hunger.

[Opponent: LVL 43 — Chainsaw Behemoth]

The crowd roars, betting credits, laughing at the idea of a Level 1 rookie surviving against this slaughter machine.

I spin one star lazily in my right hand. The weight is perfect. Balanced. Deadly.

The horn sounds.

Opening Kill

He charges.

Every step is a quake, the ground splitting under his boots. He swings a chainsaw arm in a wide arc, sparks raining as it carves through the floor where I was standing a second ago.

I'm already moving. Demon reflexes. Celestial precision. Cyberpunk speed.

My right-hand star flies — a black blur — before embedding deep in his left eye. The rune glows faintly.

He roars and swings again. I duck low, slide across the sand, yank the star free with a spray of gore, and leap back to my feet.

Both stars hum in my grip now. I dash forward, my body a streak of white flame and bronze light. I slam one into his throat, the other into the seam of his chest plate. The runes ignite.

BOOM!

The explosion rips his torso in half. Blood and machine oil spray across the arena as his head rolls to my feet. The crowd's laughter dies instantly.

The System Speaks

[Level Up] → LVL 6 → LVL 11] (+5 levels)

*[Skill Unlocked] → Rune Ignition: Stars can detonate after embedding in a target]

*[Weapon Upgrade] → Tier 2 Visual Mod — Edge Glow Activated]

I look down. The stars are different now — sharper edges, glowing lines of molten white tracing the runes. They hum with an eager hunger.

The Awakening

Then it hits me.

The silence.

The weight.

It's not just the crowd watching me anymore. I can feel the eyes from beyond the gates — monsters, hunters, titans, vampires, werewolves, metahumans, gods themselves — all sensing the ripple in the multiverse.

They know what I am.

They know what I can do.

And they know that if I live… I will outgrow them all.

Somewhere, I hear a voice whisper — maybe in my head, maybe in the void itself:

"Kill him before he climbs."

Good.

Let them try.

I spin my stars in my hands, catching the glow of the arena lights. The edges sing in the air like hungry blades. My eyes burn brighter. This is only the first fight, and I already feel the hunger pulling me forward.

One kill.

Five levels gained.

Billions of enemies left to slaughter.

I will never stop.