The concept of good or bad has always existed.
Most speak of the balance between the two.
But in this world—of heroes and demon kings—the lines are blurred.
Santiaga would know.
He's been on the receiving end of all the worst things life has to offer.
Now, he was going to fight back.
He wasn't going to sit quietly anymore.
Rain poured heavily over the city of Seville.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale light over broken concrete and collapsed roofs.
One man stood still beneath the wreckage of what used to be a safehouse.
No—he wasn't standing still.
He was pinned there.
Knives impaled his shoulders, nailing him to a crumbled wall like some discarded portrait.
His name was Santiaga Denero.
And tonight, he had tried something impossible—to kill one of the world's so-called heroes.
He had failed.
"Santiaga... I remember you now. Hehehe…"
A mocking chuckle echoed through the wreckage.
Santiaga dragged his head downward, eyes struggling to focus through the blood and haze.
A tall man in a white suit, with slicked-back blonde hair and a pair of shades perched on his nose, stepped into view.
"You're that guy who spilled my boss's drink that night. The one we pranked into fake-loving a girl. Hahaha… Man, that was hilarious."
Santiaga said nothing.
He didn't need to.
He recognized him.
"...Jeff."
The name left his lips like a curse.
He tried to move. Pain screamed through every joint.
The knives held him firm—blood running freely down his arms and ribs.
"You know, it's funny." Jeff folded his arms and tilted his head mockingly. "We were friends once. You, me, the others. We even believed in you back then."
Santiaga's breathing slowed. His eyes narrowed.
"But you just... didn't have it. No spark, no potential. Not even a hint of awakening. You were always dragging us down. So—" he shrugged, "we cut you off. We moved on. It was better for everyone."
He leaned in slightly, grinning.
"But man, I didn't expect you to hold such a long grudge over a few jokes. Some spilled drinks. A little heartbreak. A dead grandma."
He scoffed. "You weren't hero material, Santiaga. You were just... background noise."
Santiaga clenched his jaw.
Jeff's smile widened as he stepped closer.
"I'm a goddamn C-Class Hero, you dumb bastard. Did you really think an ordinary bomb would kill me?"
Jeff's smile widened as he stepped closer.
"Ah, I see it now. This is about that old woman we killed, isn't it? The one who begged like a dog."
Santiaga's eyes narrowed.
Jeff grinned in realization.
"So it was about her. You came for revenge! AHAHAHAHA... I've never heard something so foolish."
Jeff's laughter grated against Santiaga's soul.
'No. How can it end like this? That bastard's still standing... laughing... He won!'
He struggled against the blades pinning him, only driving them deeper into his body.
"No need to rush to your death."
Jeff extended his hand. A yellow glow shimmered across his palm.
"If you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish."
With his other hand, he casually dusted his white suit.
Santiaga suddenly felt an invisible force pressing against his throat.
He looked up, locking eyes with the man.
"The boss really made quick work of her. She begged all she wanted as he cut her body to pieces. The way she screamed... the way she bled... it was mesmerizing."
Jeff breathed in deeply, as if savoring the memory.
Tears ran down Santiaga's face.
He didn't want to die.
He wanted to live.
To survive.
To make them all pay.
The thought of begging Jeff disgusted him.
He would rather die.
"Enough playing now. Goodbye."
With a twist of his hand, Jeff snapped Santiaga's neck from across the room.
The world went black.
...
"Let me help you."
"...What?"
A whisper echoed in the void.
"Together, we'll make them all suffer. We'll make them bleed. Don't you want your revenge?"
The voice was louder now.
"Yes... Yes I do."
"Good."
The voice sounded satisfied.
In the darkness, a bright blue light shimmered above him.
He couldn't see his body—only endless blackness surrounding him.
He looked toward the light.
It wasn't just light—they were words.
Glowing in the air.
[Your Awakening has been completed.]
[Preparations complete. Return from death: Initiated.]