Introduction

Hey, let me tell you a story.

Long ago, there lived a king, but he is not a normal king, for he raised havoc in his time and turned the world upside-down, slaughtering many of those who opposed him and bathe on their blood.

Burning villages after villages, onslaught here and there until he wiped out every single one of those foolish enough that fought against him.

There are rumors that he made a contract with the devil for a desire he’s been longing for and for his greed for power to be quenched. Until one day, due to his thirst for carnage, he even turned his sword to the very devil that he made a contract with.

That time, he was feared by both man and demons, crowning him as the lord of tyranny and eventually became an immortal. Unable to even taste death, he lived for eternity, having both power and a curse, he continues on his strife to the realm.

His wrath spread to the entire continent until it reaches the other side of the world. His name was known among all races.

Then one day, humanity and the rest of the surviving races stood up against the oppression of the tyrant, and a hero blessed by the heaven and guided by divinities fought against the king.

After days of battle, the hero managed to land a fatal blow to the evil king, but the power of the king would never let him taste death that easy. Even losing one of his arms from battle, the evil king managed to land a lethal blow back to the hero and so is the hero to the king.

And with a flash of lightning and a loud raging roar of thunder, both the king and the hero fell down on their knees. The king spelled out his final words to the hero as that last blow concluded their long fought battle.

With a grin on his face, the tyrant declared his victory; but only has enough strength to maintain his eyes open, on the other hand the brave warrior dropped down on his back, lying dead on the ground.

Weaken so much, the king could not even stand on his own, as raindrops fell on him while the blood that is flowing out from his wounds is mixed with the rainwater on the ground.

Although it is too late, the companions of the hero arrived on their battleground and found the weaken king along with the dead body of the hero laying down on the ground in front of him.

By the use of heavenly powers, the king took a crushing blow from one of the divinities that accompanied the hero.

Knowing that he cannot die by any means and will just recover eventually after some time, they then decided to seal his soul instead. By dismembering the body of the king into five parts containing the fragments of his soul, they sealed it away for all eternity and declared that no human, demons, spirits or divine entities from this world can break the seal and release him back to this world…

So the story says…

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‘Just a few more minutes and I will be done typing this.’ he thought, facing his computer while pounding the keys faster than he usually do yet slow enough not to sprain his fingers. The only sounds that can be heard are those which are produced by the keyboard.

Working overtime is not the norm for this guy, yet this time he stretches his luck due to a deadline he has with his work.

‘Being lazy is totally not good for the health.’ He though while still typing the last few paragraphs of his work.

“A few more clicks and… voila! Made it in time.” He then took a glimpse on the wall clock on his left side with an awe on his face; he just managed to finish his work five minutes before six o’clock in the morning! It is just less than an hour before the deadline.

He’s been doing this for three days in a consecutively this week and he even made the office his bedroom while his desk is all messy due to the trash of food containers, plastic water and juice bottles he bought from the convenience store.

He felt depressed just by looking at it, but on his face you could see the content of finishing it on time.

“Alright, time to mail this to my boss’s computer…” He said.

But before he could send the files, his heart skips a beat while his vision becomes blurry.

He thought that this might be the effect of the all-nighter he pulled out for three consecutive days and is now taking a toll to his body.

Slowly the light from the monitor of his computer is dimming, not because he pushed the power button to turn it off and the computer is shutting down, no, it isn’t. It is due to his eyes that he can no longer retained open and is now slowly closing down.

“A heart attack?” he said to himself as he is blindly touching his desk trying to reach out for his phone to call for help but his action is too late, the wide-spread light from the monitor of his computer is now compressing to the middle of his field of vision until it shrinks into a tiny spec of light, the only light that illuminates the room now gone and what is left is total darkness.

“Did I just… Die?”