Weeks passed since the wyvern’s blood had transformed him. Kaito’s abilities grew at an alarming rate. He mastered magic he had never even studied, and his physical strength surpassed that of any warrior in the kingdom. The people around him began to notice—the quiet boy from the village was becoming something more.

But with each new power, the hunger inside him only grew stronger.

Kaito sought out more challenges, defeating powerful mages, knights, and monsters alike. But the more he consumed, the more he began to change. His eyes glowed faintly in the dark, and his once compassionate heart had grown cold. Where he once sought strength to survive, now he sought strength for strength’s sake. The people he defeated became mere stepping stones to his ultimate goal: becoming the strongest in the world.

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Rumors began to spread of Kaito, the man who would take on the gods themselves if given the chance. Kingdoms started to fear him. The most powerful archmages sought to stop him, but they, too, fell before his relentless power.

One night, after a particularly brutal battle, Kaito sat alone on a mountaintop, gazing into the sky. The stars above him flickered, and for a brief moment, a memory of his old life flashed in his mind—his village, his mother, the people he once protected. He had long abandoned them, his desire for power overriding any ties to his past.

Was it worth it? a voice asked within him. You’ve lost so much.

But Kaito had no regrets. He would not stop until he stood above everyone else. He had given up everything for power, and now he was on the verge of becoming the strongest being in existence. No one, not even the gods, could stop him now.