8 Unleashing Power, New Prophecy

In the dimly-lit training hall, a young boy no more than six years old stood, his black hair and black eyes giving him an ominous aura. He emanated a dangerous energy, one that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who was nearby. With a deliberate motion, the boy lifted his hand and pointed his finger at a statue made of a tough material. As his finger extended, the dark energy he was emitting surged towards the statue, and in an instant, it was obliterated, as though it had never existed.

The dark energy then flowed back into the boy's body, and he spoke a single word: "Dark doom." Suddenly, he was surrounded by an aura of doom, a sinister energy that crackled around him. After a few moments, the energy dissipated back into his body, leaving him looking as though nothing had happened.

The boy spoke another word: "Dark bullet." In front of him, a small ball of dark energy appeared, hovering in the air. As he spoke, more balls appeared, until there were five or so hovering in front of him. With a flick of his hand, the balls began to move in an atomic manner around the boy, like a swarm of protective creatures.

"Dark shield," the boy said, and the balls coalesced in front of him, forming a shield. He stood behind it for a moment, and then the energy flowed back into his body.

"Dark strength," he said next, and his entire body was enveloped in dark energy. With a sudden movement, he rushed towards one of the remaining statues and punched it, creating a hole where his fist had struck. It was a display of strength that only a user of strength abilities could manage, but the boy's abilities were still unknown.

After a moment, the boy looked around the decimated hall and nodded to himself, as though confirming something. Then, the dark energy flowed back into his body, leaving him standing there in his black clothes, with black hair and black eyes, in a decimated hall.

"Alright, revision time," the boy muttered

***

I surveyed the wreckage of the once-mighty statue with a satisfied expression on my face. Its construction had been designed to withstand the power of five level strength ability users, yet I had managed to create a hole in it with ease, despite being a defense ability user.

As I made my way to my quarters to begin my daily revision of my skills, I couldn't help but rue the time I had wasted in developing them. Creating skills was undoubtedly a challenging and time-consuming task, and I wished there was a system in place that could streamline the process and make it more efficient.

Once inside my room, I settled down at my study table, picked up my book, and began to read through my skills. I knew that I could only rely on myself, as I had no system or external support to aid me in my journey.

With a deep breath, I began reciting my skills out loud, committing them to memory as I spoke. "Skill 1: Dark Doom," I said, my voice steady and confident. "This skill will create a doom of dark energy that absorbs anything it touches, including light. It is virtually invincible and can withstand attacks up to level 5."

I continued in the same vein, detailing the intricacies of my skills and their capabilities. "Skill 2: Dark Bullet," I intoned, "is an attack skill that creates small balls of dark energy capable of penetrating vital organs. It can damage up to level 5 defense ability user's bodies."

As I moved on to "Skill 3: Dark Shield," I felt a sense of pride welling up inside me. "This skill creates a shield within a 30-meter range, similar to a doom, but with longer range capabilities. It will prove invaluable in protecting others."

Finally, I came to "Skill 4: Dark Strength," the culmination of my hard work and dedication. "This skill allows me to release the strength of a strength ability user. It covers my body parts with dark energy, enabling me to utilize the strength of a level 5 strength ability user."

As I closed my book and set it down on the table, I felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment wash over me. Despite the time and effort it had taken, I knew that these skills would be invaluable to me in achieving my goals. And as I prepared to leave this place in just two days, I knew that I would continue to develop new skills and hone my abilities in pursuit of my objective.

As the days passed, I not only honed my skills, but also crafted a meticulous plan to build an army. It was a daunting task, for in a world where strength was paramount, I could not trust anyone. Nonetheless, after much thought and strategizing, I discovered a way not only to create an army, but also to control them like slaves.

To achieve my goal, I knew I needed two crucial elements. The first was a girl named Olivia Minden. She held the key to controlling the army of powerful people, as I had discovered when the protagonist and his party infiltrated the Black Legion of the royal family. The Black Legion's task was to maintain a balance of power in the human domain, so that no one would become more powerful than the royal family. Olivia possessed a power that allowed her to turn any being into her slave, the effectiveness of which depended on the power of the slave. However, her power was incredibly dangerous, and the royal family had tried and failed to control her using mind control abilities. Alas, Olivia was ultimately killed But I was determined to find her and use her power to control my army.

The second crucial element was an artifact that could alter the way a person thought, rather than simply controlling their mind. This artifact was even more cruel than any mind control ability, and it had been hidden by a researcher who understood its power and had attempted to destroy it. But failing that, the researcher had hidden it away. Later in the novel, when the protagonist learned of its existence, they embarked on a mission to destroy it and succeeded. Yet, for me, the artifact was essential. I needed to obtain it and use it on Olivia, making her loyal to me and me alone. It was a cruel act, but I knew that in some way, it would also save her life.

As I packed my belongings, I knew that my time in that place was coming to an end. With Olivia and the artifact, my army would be unstoppable. And though it may seem cruel, I was willing to do whatever it takes to go home.

***

Deep within the highest mountains of the human domain, a palace-like building stood tall and mighty, a symbol of power and authority. Inside, a man in his mid-thirties could be seen sprinting frantically towards the largest room at the top of the palace. His body was drenched in sweat, as if he had just emerged from a nightmare.

Upon entering the room, he shouted, "Prophecy! Another prophecy!" His words echoed through the chamber, alerting the three individuals present. They exchanged looks of surprise, and one of them spoke up, "How is that possible? He can only see once every five years. He already foretold the birth of the fearsome demon and the hero who would defeat him, two years ago."

Despite emanating a powerful aura that could easily vanquish any ten-level ability user with a mere flick of their fingers, the expressions on their faces betrayed their power. Without saying another word, they hastily departed the room.

Later that day, an old man with long grey hair and a beard approached the man who had been lying on the bed "What did you see?" he inquired.

The bald man, who appeared sick and frail, spoke in a weak voice, "I saw that all humans, demons, and even gods had to work together to defeat a man and his army, consisted of powerful people from all three races. Sixty percent of the world would fall into chaos because of him, and his power would envelop the world in darkness. Even Trius would need to take action to save this world, but I'm not certain if he succeeded."

With those words, the man passed out.

The old man with grey hair shook his head gravely. "This will be a problem," he muttered.

His companion, an old man with brown hair, interjected, "But it could just be a possibility. Prophecies aren't always 100% accurate."

The grey-haired man's expression grew stern. "We can't neglect this. The very existence of our world is at stake," he declared, before hastily exiting the room. "I'll think of a solution before this becomes a threat to us."

The identity of the person who would bring the destruction of the world was unknown, but that man will be so powerful that even make trius descend.