White Reaper :Eclipse Of The Otherworld

The Next Morning

The morning breeze blew gently, as if trying to erase the traces of last night's chaos. The sky, once shattered, now stretched calmly once more, as if the tragedy had been nothing more than a bad dream slowly fading.

But in reality...

The city and royal palace were utterly destroyed.

Towers had collapsed. Streets were filled with rubble. Buildings were nothing but skeletons. Amid the devastation, workers and soldiers worked shoulder to shoulder, rebuilding from the ruins. But not a single one of them knew—the cause of it all, and the savior—was standing among them.

Kazuki.

His steps were casual. His expression flat. His eyes seemed empty… yet held entire worlds in their shadows.

His white cloak was dirty, slightly torn, stained with dust from the wreckage. He walked slowly through the busy crowd.

"Man... my power really went overboard," he muttered inwardly, kicking a small stone on the path.

His face was serious, but his thoughts ran absurd.

"Death Bloom… my strongest ability. But why isn't my mana running out? Hmm… is this a cheat? Or… am I the system itself?"

Kazuki stared at his own palm. His eyes narrowed.

"…Maybe I was never part of this world. Maybe I'm an error of existence."

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes hidden beneath his hair. Then, as if answering his own thoughts... he smiled faintly.

"Fufufu… yes… all according to script."

Suddenly, a small bird flew past above his head. He looked up.

"Fly on, little creature… before you explode just by approaching me."

Kazuki resumed walking, passing through the ruins like a protagonist who just finished annihilating the final boss, waiting for the director's cue to enter the next act.

And as he stepped forward...

"What are you doing here?"

A soft, calm voice—yet filled with authority—spoke from behind.

Kazuki stopped.

He turned slowly. His eyes were blank. His expression empty.

"…Eh?"

Then suddenly, as if realizing he had "wandered" into the palace grounds… he immediately bowed deeply.

"Forgive me! I was merely admiring the beauty of your royal ruins!" he said dramatically, as if performing on a theater stage.

The sound of the woman's footsteps approached. Kazuki bowed even deeper. In his mind, he thought:

"This is... the main heroine's entrance. Beautiful face. Gentle voice. Heroine aura. But..."

The woman smiled softly.

"It's alright. And... you don't have to be so formal with me."

Kazuki slowly raised his head. His expression... like a side character suddenly handed the lead role.

"I may?"

His gaze was sharp, but his lips formed a faint smile.

"A humble princess... hmm... key character, or narrative trap?"

Then he looked at her directly.

"In that case, very well."

The woman nodded slightly.

"My name… is Althea Regalia. First Princess of the Regalia Kingdom."

Her gentle voice blended with the warm morning light. Kazuki was silent for a moment before replying:

"…My name… is merely a shadow."

Then he stared at her sharply, radiating mystery.

"But people call me… Kazuki."

Althea paused briefly, then smiled.

"Kazuki, huh?"

Kazuki nodded slightly.

But in his heart…

"Hmph. That name is just a mask. An alias for the 'White Reaper'. But for now... let the world know me as Kazuki."

The sky was perfectly clear.

But elsewhere...

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On the Other Side of the World

In a damp, dark underground chamber, dimly lit by faint crimson crystals pulsing like the heartbeat of a demon…

A man stood.

His eyes were crimson. Full of vengeance.

In his hand, he gripped a pitch-black sword—the Cursed Blade. A weapon usable only by those who had given half their soul to darkness.

"White… Reaper…"

His voice was soft, almost like a frozen whisper of hatred.

He looked down, his black hair covering part of his face. On the damp stone floor, his shadow looked like the silhouette of a devil.

"…You will die by my hand."

His grip on the sword tightened. His body began to emit a trembling aura of darkness, like magma before eruption.

"…I saw you that night."

Flashes of battle. A figure in a white cloak. Absurd magic. A shattered sky.

"You are not human. You are destruction disguised as a hero."

BRUAAAK!!

A burst of cursed energy exploded from his sword, shattering the wall. The crimson crystals cracked.

His smile twisted. Mad. Unhinged. But calm.

"I will end your false illusion… and show the world that the White Reaper is no savior… but hell's own executioner."

Within the deepening shadows, a demonic voice echoed from the sword:

"Kill him… bring the light into darkness…"

And the man, with burning eyes...

Opened them wide.

"I am justice born of hatred."

His first step echoed.

And from that moment on…

the shadows of vengeance began to move.

To Be Continued...