Chapter 1: Dying for the Greater Good

Bang!

A rain of thunderstorms fell under the already reddened and spoiled land, filled with endless large pits and craters. The sky and clouds were blood-red, bringing to anyone who looked, a shiver down his back.

The chilling screams of countless souls could be heard in the same place, countless mutilated bodies on the ground oozing blood, forming almost an ocean of blood with an extreme foul odor.

Right on the ruined floor, a bloodied youth could be seen holding a black sword resembling a japanese katana. His entire black robe was ripped open, showing part of his chest and entire right arm, his breathing was labored. However, his penetrating and determined gaze, full of killing intent, could make anyone lose consciousness in a few minutes.

The young man had long white hair that reached almost to his back of jade and white as porcelain, his face was extremely handsome, which even with blood dripping from it didn't hide that fact.

At that moment the young man was looking at two figures sustained in the air, a woman and a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was holding the woman by the neck, seeming to have held her as hostage, while he looked at the young man on the ground with contempt and hatred.

He still remembered the first time they met, it was a sudden attack in his heart, he felt like he had met his better half, unfortunately she was already married. He could not imagine that such a person existed in that strange world, which he found himself in for certain reasons.

The woman wore white robes like a pure snowflake and had half a veil to match with her robes that couldn't hide her true beauty. Her skin was exceptionally white, but it wasn't the pale white that would make people uncomfortable. She was as white as pure snow with a flawless, brilliant whiteness.

Although the light that the thunders caused was not so strong, the shine of her snow skin was so perfect that it would leave people in awe. Her skin felt like snow on a winter day even in this bloody weather. Her half arm was revealed due to the cut sleeve, it was as perfect as clear jade.

Her sweet cheeks were whiter than snow. Her dimples were beautiful as described in poems and paintings. Her tender lips, which were a lovely pink rouge that looked as if God himself had drawn them with the greatest care, were incredibly beautiful. All these gatherings in one girl displayed a beauty that made the heavens and the earth, the stars and moon pale in comparison.

She was like an Fairy of Frozen Moon, an Moon God Empress!

At that moment her face was covered with traces of dry tears, she looked like she had just cried for a long period of time. She looked at the bloodied young man on the floor, with a lot of passion and tenderness, and a little internal blame. If... If it weren't for her, he would never take that much risk! If not for her, he wouldn't be on the brink of death! If not for her...

She couldn't dispel the guilt deep inside herself, it was like a curse cast by God.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with amusement. That young man had given him several problems, now that he had his biggest weakness in his hands, he could do whatever he wanted with the young man, so it made him laugh madly in his heart.

He looked at the young man and asked curiously, "Why do you go so far for her?"

The middle aged man was very curious when he asked that question. He knew of their relationship, they were just acquaintances and there was no way an acquaintance could risk so much to save her.

Hahahaha!

A laugh rumbled through the place, the bloodied youth was laughing as if he'd heard the joke of the century. He looked at the middle-aged man and said: "Hehe, good question, why I'm taking such risk for her... Isn't that obvious? Even if I had to go against the gods, destroy the heavens and the earth, kill billions of people, become a demon, I would do the same!

Want to know why? It's easy, just three words. I love her!"

The beautiful woman in the middle-aged man's arms shivered as a stream of crystalline tears ran down her beautiful, jade-white face. Even though she felt even more guilty, a current of warm couldn't not help but run through her maiden heart. It was the first time she felt that way, it was like butterflies were floating in her stomach, she felt loved, not even with her father and her worm-headed brother did she feel that way. It had been a while since she hadn't cried, since her mother disappeared, saying she was going to a place called the Divine Realm.

The middle-aged man looked stunned by this unexpected response, but it was only for a moment, before he started laughing like crazy.

"Hahahahaha! How naive! Risking yourself for a mere woman, you let me down boy, and me to think that you could become an expert in the ******* Realm with your monstrous comprehension skill and talent that goes against the gods and the world, and you're here spending it all for a woman.... Young people really have a hot head...."

The middle aged man's voice held great disdain and fierceness, he knew the talent of the young man in front of him, but he decided to spend it and die for a woman. How naive! How naive!

The young man ignored the middle-aged man and firmly gripped his japanese katana-like sword. And jumped fiercely at the middle-aged man without any fear In his red blooded eyes.

"Die old fart!"

Suddenly the scenes going on started to contract, as if they were being crumpled and then disappeared at once as if they had never been there.

Gasp!

Suddenly in a bedroom bed, a young man abruptly opened his eyes, his face was covered with sweat, his breathing was labored when thinking about what happened.

He soothed his nerves and cleared his jumbled mind. The young man wore a long-sleeved shirt that didn't adjust to the scorching heat outside or inside the apartment, dark blue jeans, a nike air force reinforcing his over-the-top appearance.

Curly black hair dyed blonde at the ends of its locks, thin black eyebrows divided into three strokes like the Adidas symbol.

His eyes were dark brown that reflected his experience in the mundane world, nose up, pink lips that looked sugary. He could be considered a handsome man.

But at that moment, his face was covered with sweat from the heat of the hell outside and his crazy dream. His name was Georges Richard, 18 years old, virgin, anime and novel lover.

Since his adolescence, he had this dream every day, the dream didn't change, it was always the same scene between the bloodied youth, the beautiful woman and the middle-aged man. He grew up always wondering why he had that weird dream, but he couldn't find any logical explanation even when going to talk to psychologists.

He got up, brushed his teeth, ate, and went off to work.

He worked in a 4 star restaurant, it was an annoying job but it paid well. So he didn't leave work even though he didn't like washing a mountain of dirty dishes and matching boxes of goods.

He was walking calmly when he saw a child crossing the road with no person accompanying him, normally he wouldn't mind such an event, but he heard and saw a truck coming at high speed towards the child.

He being a responsible adult even though he wasn't a hero, he quickly ran towards the road, bumping into several people in the process but he didn't care. A truck was about to run over a child because of irresponsible parents!

Vroom!

The truck's sounding was increasingly audible. Georges Richard ran faster and faster, but the truck was faster than he was. Seeing the truck getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth and launched himself towards the child.

Whoosh!

Like a ghost he passed the truck and embraced the child, rolling over and over on the road. Naturally, this scene attracted the eyes of several people. His work suit was torn off, but he couldn't do anything, at least he had saved a life.

After saving the child and having a good conversation with the child's mother, he retired towards his work, in which he heard an hour of reprehension from his boss for arriving late. He worked for a few hours after leaving work and returning home.

He took the shortest route to his house, which had as one of the stops passing through a dark alley in that suburb. Georges Richard continued to walk calmly, listening to music on his phone with His AirPods. Suddenly, his head vibrated as if warning him of something terrible about to happen, as a chilling pain surged behind his head, he fell heavily to the ground as blood poured off from his head.

He tried to look at the culprit in all of this, but his eyes didn't have the strength for such an act anymore, his body was simultaneously losing its strength quickly like a balloon losing air.

"Hehehe, after so many years in prison I can finally release my carnal needs"

A hoarse voice filled with resentment could be heard in the dark alley. The owner of the voice sounded like a man, probably in his 50s.

Hearing what the voice said, Georges body shuddered. Did I hear right? Does this person want to release his carnal needs in me? A man?

Having that thought in his mind, he struggled desperately to get up, but his body bereft of strength wouldn't allow it. His face became even paler, he seemed to have seen a ghost, his brown eyes began to lose their liveliness little by little, if he didn't get up he would likely be raped! And by a man!

Seeing Georges struggling desperately, the man's lower body started to get hot, while a certain member of his body started to get big, it was like a syringe rod coming out of the cylinder. As an amused smile appeared on the man's face as he laughed: "Hehe, baby, it's no use fighting futilely, today you will be the hole that will free me from my sexual fast."

Georges Richard's face paled, deep despair filled his face, he tried in every way to get up, but his body always failed him. Suddenly, he felt his pants being pulled slowly, his heart pounding a million beats as dread rose in his heart.

I'm a man, how can I allow myself to be tainted like this? Even if I have to die, I will die with my anal virginity and my dignity as a man!

As if he had come to a mental agreement, Georges Richard bit his tongue heavily as blood poured off from his wounds. His vision started to get darker and darker, he had already lost a lot of blood when he was hit in the head by that criminal, so with his 'worthy' suicide he would die without any doubt.

"Ah... Wha... What a rotten world...."

Without further ado, he closed his heavy eyes and ended up falling asleep on the floor slowly. The last thing he heard was the police sirens and the criminal's "Tsk" that tried to do, Hmmm... Freakish things to him.

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In a forest full of gigantic trees, probably bigger than normal. A gust of wind made the greenish leaves fly with no direction and no destination.

On the green lawn like paint, a young man could be seen sleeping with open eyes. The young man was thin and a little taller than most, dressed in royal black robes with gold fabrics.

His long white hair that held an arcane and enchanting sheen tied in a ponytail was silky, thin white eyebrows raised like a sharp sword, his red blooded eyes were glowing in the night like a shooting star. Small, upturned nose, red lips with a sugary rose, a perfect semi-oval face with sharp features fit for an god.

Abruptly, the young man's previously open eyes took on color. The young man looked confused and stunned by what was happening, he lifted his body with some difficulties, he looked like he hadn't moved in ages.

It was our protagonist, Georges Richard! However, it looked like he had undergone some genetic mutations.

"Where the hell am I?" Looking around him, he couldn't help cursing aloud as his red blooded eyes wandered through the gloomy like forest full of gigantic trees.

However, just as Georges Richard was thinking about what happened, a transparent and mysterious blue screen appeared in his vision with the following information.

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[Name]: none (Georges Richard)

[Race]: Primordial Being

[Age]: ??? (18)

[Profound Cultivation]: none

[Body Cultivation]: none

[Soul Cultivation]: none

[Others Bloodlines]: none

[Innate Abilities]: Primordial Soul (Lv. Max), Primordial Transformation (Lv. Max), Primordial Blood (Lv. Max), Primordial Pressure (Lv. Max),

[Profound Art]: none

[Profound Skill]: none

[Profound Veins]: Primordial Divine Source Veins

[Inventory]: Newbie Pack, God's letter

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