(The new world building )
2 months arc
Part -3
The scene shifts.
Beside Saino's father, the atmosphere inside the hospital suddenly turns heavy.
From the shadows emerge multiple assassins—high-level magic users, their presence alone suffocating the air. Every one of them is trained to kill. Their target is clear.
Saino's father.
A brief flashback cuts in.
We see the assassins standing before a man cloaked in darkness. His face remains hidden.
"I've got his location," the man says calmly.
"He's in a hospital.
Don't disappoint me.
Finish your mission."
The memory snaps back to the present.
The assassins quietly surround Saino's father's room. There is no panic in their movements—only certainty. Saino's father was once among the richest and most powerful men in the world, deeply connected to the old government system.
And that alone is reason enough for his execution.
Inside the hospital room, the world's top doctors, elite surgeons, and even legendary magical healers stand frozen.
One of the doctors speaks, his voice trembling.
"This… this is impossible.
His body shows no signs of life. Every function has stopped.
By all logic, he is completely dead."
A healer tries to respond—
"But then how is he—"
Before the sentence can be finished—
Suddenly, Saino's body begins to rise.
Slowly. Silently.
A dark purple-red aura erupts around him, thick and violent, distorting the air itself. The room shakes as if reality is rejecting his presence.
The doctors stumble back in horror.
Then—
In a single instant—
Saino's body vanishes.
Gone.
No sound.
No trace.
Nothing.
The room falls into dead silence.
The doctors stare at the empty space, their minds unable to comprehend what they just witnessed.
"What… was that?"
The scene shifts.
We see Rue walking away from the Boundary Arena. Behind him, countless figures—fighters, survivors, witnesses—stand frozen, afraid to even breathe.
Rue stops and speaks calmly, without turning back.
"I don't care whether you live… or die.
Killing all of you would be meaningless."
Before anyone can react—
He rises into the sky. (By adapting the air)
The light falling on him he adaptes it and then
A sonic explosion tears the clouds apart as Rue accelerates, his body turning into a streak of light. His speed reaches the speed of light itself, ripping through the atmosphere as if it doesn't exist.
While flying, Rue speaks to himself.
"So this is all I have right now…
Speed.
Flight.
Healing."
He pauses for a fraction of a second—still moving faster than the world can perceive.
"What a strange set of powers."
Then a thought crosses his mind.
"If my speed truly equals light…
I should be able to reach the sun in eight minutes."
He pushes forward.
Eight minutes pass.
Rue stops.
He is standing beside the sun.
The massive star burns violently, its surface erupting with solar flares capable of erasing planets—but nothing happens to him. The heat doesn't scorch him. The radiation doesn't affect him.
His body adapts instantly.
Rue's eyes narrow.
"Heat… fire… radiation…
I've adapted to all of it."
He looks toward the blinding solar core.
"But this speed isn't enough."
His voice hardens.
"To reach him…
I need to be millions—no, billions—of times faster than light."
The sunlight pours over him.
"Then I'll adapt to light itself."
The process begins.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Each adaptation multiplies his speed a hundredfold.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Reality starts to bend around him.
Rue is no longer just faster than light—
He is millions of times beyond it.
He exhales slowly.
"I'm ready."
He turns his body toward deep space.
"I can reach there now."
He launches.
The scene shifts.
A hospital corridor lies in ruins.
Saino's father is on the ground, motionless, his blood spreading across the white floor. The assassins stand over him, their mission complete.
One of them speaks coldly.
"Find his son.
Kill Saino."
The surviving doctors tremble.
One stammers,
"H-He vanished. His body… it disappeared."
Silence.
Then—
A blade flashes.
One doctor falls dead.
The assassin grabs another by the throat.
"You shouldn't lie to me.
Now tell me—where is he?"
Fear fills the room.
The scene shifts again.
Back in space.
Rue is flying faster than causality itself, stars stretching into meaningless lines.
Yet his expression twists in irritation.
"This speed…
It's still not enough."
He accelerates again.
More adaptation.
More growth.
Now billions of times faster than light.
Still—
He clenches his fist.
"If I keep this speed, I could reach there in one or two years—
according to Earth's time."
His eyes burn with frustration.
"But I want to go now."
"I want more."
The scene shifts one final time.
The assassins regroup.
One of them clicks his tongue.
"They didn't say anything.
Maybe they were telling the truth."
Another replies coldly,
"I don't care."
The camera pulls back.
Blood covers the hospital.
Doctors.
Nurses.
Patients.
No survivors.
The hospital falls silent.
We see Yagami, sitting alone in the corner of a dark, broken room.
His knees are pulled to his chest. His hands are shaking.
He whispers—
"Saino…
You told me you'd never leave me alone."
Silence answers him.
His voice cracks.
"So where are you now?"
He grips his head.
"Why…
why did you break your promise?"
His eyes burn with anger and pain.
"You're a liar."
Suddenly—
Bang!
Yagami slams his fist into the wall.
The wall shatters, cracks spreading like spiderwebs as rubble falls to the floor.
He breathes heavily.
"The world changed that day…
the moment you disappeared."
He stares at his trembling hand.
"Was all of this because of you, Saino?"
"Is this chaos… your fault?"
His voice lowers, filled with confusion and hurt.
"Why did you do it?"
"What was the reason?"
He laughs bitterly.
"I don't even deserve to call myself your friend."
His shoulders slump.
"A useless friend…
who couldn't understand his own best friend."
He clenches his fists again.
"No…
I'm not worthy to call myself Saino's friend."
He says it with anger, with hatred—
mostly toward himself.
Then—
His breathing stops.
His expression changes.
The anger fades.
Something cold and focused replaces it.
His eyes lift slowly.
And for the first time—
There is no grief in them.
Only resolve.