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The Pandemonium War - Chapter 1: God of the New World
The Pandemonium War - Chapter 1: God of the New World is one of five chapters released in the Pandemonium War update. However, due to reasons unknown, the following story was not released to the Global audience and was only released in KDnF and CDnF.
Unofficial Translation
Deep in East Harlem.
The Kashipa move in tandem to prepare for the upcoming war.
Members on the training grounds line up, as they attempt to learn how to use Abyss weapons while being assigned to those already proficient enough to teach them. On the other side, members wielding crudely carved wooden clubs, engage in mock fights with one another. At first, they were somewhat awkward and clumsy in their movements, but over time, they became proficient and increasingly coordinated.
Such scene was only possible due to the discovery of the weaponized Abyss.
Prior to all this, the Kashipa's fighting force mainly concentrated around executives who had received Abyss transplants. Other members had no systematic structure, and could not use powerful magic. But now, everything changed in a flash since the implementation of the Abyss weapon. Although its power was unstable, at the very least, members without the Abyss transplant could also use magic much more powerful than their own.
And as a result, the Kashipa changed tremendously.
In the past, if members wanted to use more powerful magic, they would reluctantly need to undergo an Abyss transplant, which resulted in a large number of applicants to die. But now, though there are still those with strong enough mana to withstand the Abyss transplant, those with little mana no longer needed to risk undergoing the procedure, and only required an Abyss weapon to greatly increase their power.
Thus, casualties brought about by the Abyss transplants were greatly reduced, and people's fear toward it significantly diminished.
Consequently, those who were ousted from the organization due to lack of talent, those with pent up rage having been extorted their entire lives, and those with a lust for power flocked to the Kashipa without hesitation.
These people arrived one after another, forming together on a massive scale; eventually creating the illusion as if the entirety of Pandemonium had gathered in one place. The unprecedented gathering of such numbers would inevitably make anyone confused, but the executives of the organization were unfazed. As if they had already anticipated such an event to occur, they armed these people, organized them, and trained them.
After some stability, they began to attack nearby organizations, and, if necessary, even crossed the border and attacked settlements in other regions to increase their combat experience. And as such, by numbers alone, the largest army in the history of Pandemonium had been born in East Harlem.
The morale of the Kashipa skyrocketed. Every member believed that the Kashipa would conquer all of Pandemonium. And with all the enormous benefits that followed, they became lost in the excitement and crazed with anticipation.
Mansion de Sarpoza, a place said to have been inhabited by the upper class in the past.
There, a man stood atop the uppermost floor of the manor on the 'Spire Throne', overlooking it all with an endless darkness behind him.
'Clack Clack....'
With a deafening sound of footsteps, Doghead appeared.
She walked over calmly, and put a coat on the man's shoulders. Then, moved her hands leisurely to tidy up the man's clothes.
"They're ready."
Doghead embraced the man's back as if caressing a lover, and whispered in his ear.
But, the man didn't move.
"For the longest time, Pandemonium's fate has been controlled by the Apostles."
The man, who had remained emotionless and silent until now, finally opened his mouth. The light emanating from Pandemonium's nearby world, Tayberrs, shone upon him, illuminating his red shirt and coat over his shoulders, creating a strange ambiance.
Doghead loosened her arms that had enveloped the man, and stroked his face with her hand.
As the light of Tayberrs slowly moved, it gradually revealed the man's face. His white combed back hair, a bloodless pale complexion, and... black eyes darker and deeper than the abyss.
"No matter how powerful you were, you would always fall short of the Apostles; once encountered, your only options were to run or hide."
The man recollected that day, that moment, when he was forced to run from death upon encountering "Him". He felt absolutely helpless, and a despair beyond compare. In spite of everything, his instinct for survival took over, and desperately shouted at him to run away and never look back. However, death followed at a speed much faster than he anticipated. No matter how hard he ran, the screams of his subordinates continued to ring out behind him, from near and far, as they were dispatched with ease. But as the man in front of him was blown to pieces, and the last subordinate chasing behind him, was crushed with a single scream, death finally stopped following.
Only he was left.
His bones were broken beyond repair, and his internal organs ruptured out from his abdomen. He tried in vain to push them back in with one hand, but the wound seemed too big. His right eye had disappeared, and the only feeling that remained was a terrible pain as if he had been skinned alive. With the vision of his remaining left eye also gone, his mind gradually began to fade...
But at this rate, he would never wake up again...
Upon realizing this, he desperately tried to maintain his final will, but to no avail, and lost consciousness.
It was a long dream.
Although it was obvious that he had lost his eyes, everything could be clearly seen. Black-and-red liquid flowed from all sides, and some of them called out his name. He turned his head and came across a certain entity that could not be identified. It approached him, saying that he would be given a new life, and told him that a prophecy would find him, and let him act as the revelation with a Red Ember that would fall from the heavens.
Soon after, he slowly regained consciousness.
He felt great power from his eyes... No, rather it should be "where his eyes used to be."
This power reassembled his broken bones, and brought back his torn flesh. His intestines, which had poured out, had also returned to their rightful place. Above all, the world which he could not previously see, became visible to him little-by-little, as the powerful energy coursed throughout his body. There was no mistaking it -- He had returned from death!
Then a prophecy appeared before him, and the words inscribed on a long epitaph were instantly imprinted in his mind.
As the man withdrew from his memory, he raised his hand. Doghead moved to the right of his body, kneeling as if a clergyman praying to God for the gospel.
"They were omnipotent, but no one worshiped them, wandering in the darkness, with no place to call home."
"For the glory and admiration they so desired, they needed to re-create a world to settle upon. But creation means destruction, and only through destruction can life begin anew. To this end, twelve gods were selected among them."
"Let it be known that your sacrifice is sacred. Only a blade forged through hardship can penetrate our hearts and return us to the Great Will."
"At the end of the sacrifice, a new world will be opened, and only two shall remain: the one whom death fears and the one who hides resplendent dew."
"They will not perish and shall remain eternal. They will be the beginning of a new world."
Nobody knew, but at the very moment he returned from the edge of death, his heart throbbed.
It turned out that everything was prepared for him! Whether it was the sudden trip to Brooklyn or that disastrous encounter with "Him", it was all in preparation for him to return from death and face this prophecy!
"For this, I was chosen. My eyes are sacred scars, and my heart is the light of salvation."
Everything is as prophesized, and everything was ready.
"With this, even Death shall fear me."
The prophesied Red Ember has fallen from the heavens. The time of revelation has arrived.
If the ember is consumed, the long journey up until now will end, and reach its final conclusion.
"I will devour all the Apostles and become a god."
The great trial ahead shall forge him into the blade that will penetrate the hearts of the proud Apostles and turn them into his strength.
"And then..."
Doghead, having listened to the every of the man's words, bowed her head in reverence. The King of Harlem... No, he was beyond that... He was the one who will overthrow the Apostles that defile Pandemonium, and be the Savior who will liberate everyone. In awe, she devoted herself to this man, the man who will become the God of the New World.
"At the end of the prophecy, I will announce the beginning of a new world."
The man brushed over his eyes with his hand. The flames spread on to his fingers, burning a blackish red.
"Everything is for me."
