After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
Satria had decided to leave his town to avoid the constant interference of supernatural beings. His goal was simple: train in peace..
Satria stood in a clearing deep within the forest, Unbeknownst to him something circled and hidden in the shadow watching him. His muscles ached from hours of training, but his resolve was steady. Tonight, he would master blending his Silat roots with the Taijutsu techniques he'd been practicing.
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"This brat is so weak! It's like I'm starting from scratch!"
[Fatalis: Partner! You need to strengthen your body first. It’s too fragile to channel my power. Start with more physical training, then move on to mastering the taijutsu techniques your friend gives to you]
Satria groaned, wiping sweat off his brow. "You sure love to talk, don’t you?"
[Fatalis: It’s rare to have someone to talk to. In my world, people attacked me without reason, even when I was sleeping. After centuries of enduring their hostility, I lost patience and turned their kingdoms to dust. Having a partner I can actually talk to is... refreshing]
Satria snorted but softened. "Sorry about that, partner. Anyway, do you know how I can use your power more effectively?"
[Fatalis: Hmm... How about using the method that boy Issei from High School DxD uses to activate his Sacred Gear? Tap into your emotions and willpower]
Nodding, Satria closed his eyes and concentrated. "Let’s see... I’ll think of something powerful." He strained to focus on an image of strength and destruction, but nothing happened.
"Damn it, nothing’s working."
[Fatalis: My element is flame. Focus on destruction—true, overwhelming destruction]
Satria hesitated. "That sounds like something a villain would do, A good kid like me would never do that duh!" But he tried anyway, imagining annihilating all who stood in his way and ruling as the sole survivor in a ruined world.
Suddenly, a black dragon belt materialized on his waist, along with a black dragon deck in his hand.
[Fatalis: It worked! Nice imagination, partner!]
As Satria examined the belt, a faint voice whispered in his mind, urging him to stop entertaining such destructive thoughts.
"What was that?!"
[Fatalis: That’s the price of my power. I’m called the Calamity Dragon for a reason. My aura is inherently corruptive, and unless you master yourself, it can consume your life]
Satria frowned but quickly composed himself and bought something in Dimensional store. "I just need a clear mind." He crossed his legs and began meditating, focusing on calming his thoughts. "And..."
