# **OUTCAST**
## **Chapter 1:
One thousand years ago, the world was ruled by swords.
Not kings. Not gods.
Swordsmen.
Each of them carried a beast within their blade. Villages flourished under their protection, and peace lasted long enough for people to believe it would never end.
That belief was shattered when the earth itself split open.
From the depths rose beings later known as **The Eight Eyes**—men blessed with abnormal physical strength called **Potendrid**, power said to be granted directly by the gods.
Among them was one who stood above the rest.
He did not rely on strength alone.
He possessed a strange, formless power. Invisible, overwhelming, and terrifying. No one could explain it, yet everyone felt it.
Later generations would name it **Spirit**.
Cities burned. Swords broke. Beasts fell silent.
By the year **100 A.C.**, every swordsman vanished from history.
Their techniques were lost. Their names erased.
And slowly, the world forgot they ever existed.
### **1100 A.C. — Present Day**
The world now lived under order.
The **Warmet**, the central governing force, maintained peace with strict laws and regulated power. Beneath them existed criminals and syndicates, thriving in the shadows they created.
Swords were relics. History was rewritten. And strength was controlled.
On a bright morning in a quiet coastal village, a man came running down the street.
"Everyone! Hurry up!" he shouted, breathless. "Decorate the village!"
People stepped out of their houses, confused.
"Why?" "What's going on?"
The man hesitated before answering.
"He's coming back."
A pause.
Then someone asked quietly, "Who?"
The man swallowed.
"Norc… Norc has an official bounty now."
The air turned heavy.
Children, unaware of the tension, ran through the streets laughing.
"Big brother Norc is coming!" "He promised he'd return!"
To them, Norc was not a criminal. He was family.
But according to the Warmet's records:
**Name:** Norc **Status:** Official Criminal **Bounty:** 50,000,000
A bounty that high meant only one thing.
Orders had already been issued.
*Arrest on sight.*
Norc stood calmly among the villagers.
He laughed with them. Shared food. Listened to their stories.
As if the world wasn't hunting him.
A boy stepped forward, no older than fifteen. His hands trembled as he held a folded piece of paper.
It was a bounty poster.
"Is this… really you?" the boy asked.
Norc glanced at it and nodded.
Instead of fear, the boy's eyes lit up.
"How can I become strong like you?"
Norc opened his mouth to answer—
A deafening boom echoed through the sky.
A cannonball, massive enough to crush houses, tore through the air.
People screamed.
Norc moved instantly. He placed a hand on the boy's head and spoke softly.
"You can be better than me."
Then he turned toward the approaching soldiers.
"Mammoth," he said. "Activate."
His body transformed. Muscles expanded, bones thickened, and ancient power surged through him. His form took on the traits of a mammoth—half human, half beast.
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Warmet soldiers shouted orders as chaos erupted.
The boy stood watching.
The ocean breeze brushed past him as he smiled.
Below, Threbounty poster slipped from the hand's edge and fell into the Ground.