[Translator's Note: #4 not #3]
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Name: Shura
Samsara Number: (Zone C) 90086
Physique: 350
Spirit: 735
Strength: 448
Agility: 350
Allocable Potential: 0
Skills: English (proficient), Driving (beginner), Shooting (proficient), Camouflage (Master), Swordsmanship (proficient)
Special Skills: Conqueror's Haki (mastery), Armament Haki (advanced – transformation)
Combat Techniques: Savage Charge, Buddha Palm Technique
Abilities: Telekinesis, Flames, Poison Immunity (passive), Death Sense (passive)
Samsara Points: 105,281
Comprehensive Evaluation: A
Fenric now possessed over one hundred thousand Samsara points. Adding the recycling value of the Eternal Flame, his actual total will exceed 250,000.
After checking the time—it was already past four in the morning—Fenric logged out of Samsara Space and returned to the real world.
—---
Not long after, in Samsara Square, a young man stood frozen, his expression conflicted.
He had just cleared his personal dungeon, Hellboy: The Rise of the Blood Queen, and obtained something astonishing.
Something that could grant his greatest wish.
But once unleashed, it would be far worse than the Blacklight Virus incident. The catastrophe could engulf humanity itself.
"Humans are not for themselves, and heaven itself perishes. Innocent people, don't blame me—your sacrifice will pave my path to godhood."
Gritting his teeth, the young man seemed to harden his resolve.
—---
The next morning.
After breakfast, Fenric headed straight to a 4S dealership.
He was buying a car.
Spending §200,000, he purchased a modest low-profile model, registered it through a broker, then infused it with the Allspark, transforming it into a sentient machine. He drove it into the next city and delivered it to his father Eric.
The two no longer lived together, and leaving a Transformer behind gave Fenric peace of mind.
"You brat, what are you wasting money for? Buying me a car!" Father Eric scolded, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed his delight.
Few men were immune to the allure of cars. To many, they were more precious than wives.
Besides, Eric had a license. He had once driven trucks for work and had long dreamed of owning a car of his own.
"Dad, this one's a little different." Fenric grinned. "Even when I'm not around, it can still protect you."
"A car… protect me?" Eric frowned in confusion.
"Just get in. You'll see."
Once Eric climbed inside, Fenric spoke calmly: "Unit Zero, take us somewhere secluded."
"Yes, Master."
A deep mechanical voice echoed from the dashboard.
Eric flinched, startled, then gawked as the car drove itself without him touching the wheel.
"Self-driving? Already? I thought that wasn't fully developed yet."
"It isn't," Fenric said. "This is something else entirely. You'll understand soon."
Moments later, the car pulled into an empty clearing.
"Dad, step out."
Eric obeyed, and Fenric gave the next order.
"Unit Zero, combat mode."
With a series of metallic clatters, ka-cha! ka-cha! the car unfolded and reassembled.
Before Eric's stunned eyes, the sedan transformed into a towering six-meter-tall robot.
"This… this…"
He was struck speechless.
"Don't worry," Fenric reassured him. "I obtained it in Samsara Space. It'll guard you."
Eric's astonishment quickly turned into concern. "How can I accept something this valuable? You need protection more than I do, in that dangerous space!"
"I have stronger things to rely on."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely."
After much back-and-forth, Fenric finally persuaded his father to accept the gift. He also instructed Unit Zero to protect Eric around the clock.
By the time everything was settled, dusk had already fallen.
Fenric was preparing to return to his new home when his phone rang.
The caller ID displayed Jitto.
Fenric answered.
"Ric, where are you?" The familiar, cheerful voice of his plump friend came through.
"At home. What's up?"
"Did you check the class group chat?"
"…No."
"I knew it! Everyone else is active, and you're silent as usual."
Fenric rubbed his temple. "What's going on?"
"Tomorrow's the college entrance exam, remember? So tonight, the class is having a farewell party. After the exam, everyone goes their own way. We wanted one last get-together. Not just our class—other classes are doing the same. Everyone already agreed, and you're the only one missing."
Fenric frowned. "I'd rather not go."
"What do you mean, 'not go'?" Jitto snapped, irritated. "Ric, if you keep acting like this, you'll have no friends left! We've been classmates for three years, and soon we'll be parting ways. This could be the last time we're all together. A memory worth keeping. Don't you care? Don't you worry about people talking behind your back?"
Fenric truly didn't care. He didn't even feel like sitting the exam tomorrow.
But after a moment's thought, he relented. Perhaps one final gathering wouldn't hurt. Call it a farewell to his youth.
"Fine. Where?"
"Bay Hotel, box 602 on the sixth floor. Be there before seven. Oh, it's AA—§1000 each. If you're short on cash, I'll cover you."
"It's fine. I'll be there tonight."
"Good. See you then."
The call ended.
Standing nearby, Father Eric raised a brow. "A class reunion?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Then I won't cook for you tonight."
Fenric chuckled and nodded.
—--
Meanwhile, in a remote forest.
A young man was hard at work, constructing an altar. With his own blood, he inscribed strange runes across its surface, each stroke pulsing with an ominous glow.
He was preparing a ritual—something dark and dangerous.
Something that would soon send a storm sweeping across the world.