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...
The sun had long vanished beyond the horizon, leaving only the moon's silver glow to illuminate the chaos engulfing Kuoh City. A chilling wind swept through the streets, carrying the echoes of terrified screams as civilians fled in terror.
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Atop a crumbling building, Garou, the Hero Hunter, stood like a specter of destruction. His piercing gaze surveyed the devastation below, his expression unreadable. The ground trembled beneath him as a monstrous entity—a Cthulhu-like abomination—rose from the abyss.
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Its massive, grotesque form pulsed with an eerie glow, dozens of glowing, otherworldly eyes staring hungrily at the city. Its countless writhing tentacles slithered across the streets, crushing everything in their path. The scent of salt and decay filled the air, thick enough to choke the lungs of anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby.
A deep, guttural voice echoed across Kuoh, reverberating like the whispers of an ancient god.
"BEHOLD AND TREMBLE BEFORE ME, PUPPETS OF GOD! THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME! RYOUNOUSUKE, WATCH ME FROM HEAVEN WITH PRIDE, FOR THEY SHALL WITNESS OUR ULTIMATE COOL!"
As the monstrous being bellowed its declaration, Garou's body underwent a terrifying transformation. His muscles bulged, his skin darkened into a shadowy hue marked with jagged patterns that pulsed with power. His eyes—now burning with an almost inhuman glow—reflected nothing but raw, predatory instinct.
This was no longer just Garou, the Hero Hunter. This was a force of nature.
A slow smirk formed on his lips as he cracked his knuckles.
"You think you're some nightmare?" His voice was laced with amusement, almost mocking. "You're just another stepping stone toward my ultimate goal."
The eldritch beast howled, its colossal tentacles lashing toward him with devastating force. But Garou was faster. He leaped from the rooftop, landing effortlessly on the pavement just as the ground split apart beneath him.
A blur. A shadow. A predator.
With inhuman speed, he dodged the monstrous limbs that sought to ensnare him, weaving between them like a phantom. His movements were graceful, almost too precise to be real. A violent whirlwind of counterattacks followed—his fists striking with the power of a storm, breaking the monster's defenses one blow at a time.
Meanwhile, on a distant rooftop, a small group of onlookers watched the battle unfold.
Ravel Phoenix gasped, her golden locks swaying in the cold night air as she turned toward the injured girl beside her. "How are you feeling now, Emilia-san?"
