The Seventh Lower Dimension was not a still place.
It was alive.
The floating stone islands were not fixed,
but moved slowly like chess pieces across an infinite board.
The air itself was heavy…
filled with pure demonic energy.
Not chaos—
but bloodline.
Kim had not walked far.
Because the world did not allow him to.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled.
From the cracks emerged creatures unlike anything he had seen before.
Long, twisted bodies.
Skin dark as polished coal.
Branching horns like shattered crowns.
Eyes glowing with a deep violet light.
But they were not ordinary demons.
Behind them appeared other entities…
Strange beings without clear features.
Their bodies half-liquid,
like dense shadows temporarily given shape.
The System announced:
"Classification: Bloodline Guardians.
Hybrid entities between demons and primordial void.
Threat level: High."
There was no dialogue.
One of them released a scream that shook the space itself.
Then they attacked all at once.
Kim did not unleash chaos immediately.
His body was still fragile.
He moved with calm precision.
He avoided the first strike.
Then his fist pierced straight through the chest of one demon.
Not with explosive force—
but with lethal accuracy.
But the blood here was not red.
It was black fire.
The creature exploded into fragments of energy.
The rest charged with greater fury.
One of the liquid entities suddenly stretched
and wrapped around his body from behind.
Crushing pressure.
His bones screamed.
The gate in his chest trembled.
A dangerous moment.
If he lost control…
the fracture would open.
He clenched his teeth.
He did not release the energy.
He forced it inward.
A violent elbow strike freed him.
Then he leapt into the air.
From above—
he released a concentrated wave of chaos.
Not wide.
But sharp like a blade.
It split three bodies at once.
Space trembled.
The stone islands collided.
The battle escalated.
A massive creature landed before him.
Larger than the rest.
Four arms.
Two torn wings.
A single eye in the center of its forehead.
It raised all four arms and struck the ground.
A demonic shockwave rushed toward Kim.
This time he did not evade.
He extended his hand.
Chaos emerged as a compressed point.
It collided with the wave.
The impact blew half the island apart.
A brief silence.
Then—
Kim rushed straight toward the giant.
Punch.
Kick.
Knee strike.
Direct physical combat.
Every blow shook the void.
Every collision echoed through the dimensional layers.
Finally—
He grabbed one of the creature's horns.
Pulled it down.
Then plunged his hand into its single eye.
Chaos exploded from within.
The body collapsed.
But…
Silence did not return.
Something else arrived.
Pressure.
Heavier.
Older.
A different energy began spreading across the horizon.
Not the energy of guardians.
But the energy of a king.
Far away…
Yet unmistakable.
At the highest point of this dimension,
above all the floating islands,
within a palace suspended in deep darkness—
A being sat upon a throne of dark bones.
His features were not entirely visible,
but his eyes burned with a calm, cold crimson.
He felt the disturbance.
The battle.
The energy that did not fully belong to this world.
He whispered quietly—
yet the entire dimension heard him:
"There is an intruder."
He rose slowly.
The very air bent.
"And he dares spill the blood of my lineage."
His voice echoed again:
"Whoever it is…
I will tear him apart."
Below, Kim stood among the remains of bodies.
His breathing was heavy.
His body exhausted.
But his eyes were steady.
He felt that pressure.
Slowly, he lifted his head.
He didn't know why…
but his heart beat once, hard.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Something strange…
As if the blood in his veins
recognized something distant.
The System announced:
"Dominant energy source detected.
Probability of being the supreme ruler of this dimension: extremely high."
Kim murmured quietly:
"So… you're there."
And in the upper palace…
The father—without yet knowing the truth—
stared toward the burning horizon,
preparing to crush the one he believed to be an invader.
The collision was coming.
But the true danger…
was that this was not the clash of enemies.
It was the clash of blood
that had never met since birth.