Chapter 92: Monstrous Human

Chapter 92: Monstrous HumanChapter 92

A relentless series of booms echoed across the horizon—each one followed by another, as if a war drum was being struck without rest. The source of the sound was clear. Two figures, draped in white robes emblazoned with a crimson sun insignia, stood atop a house, silently watching the scene unfold in the distance.

"He’s still at it," one of them muttered.

Below, a lone figure with wild, flame-colored hair continued hammering away at a massive boulder. Flames coiled around his body like a serpent, gathering around his fists to form blazing gauntlets. Each strike sent shards of rock flying, reducing the once-massive stone to rubble. But he didn’t stop—not even to rest. When the boulder was no more, he simply moved on to the next.

Around him lay the remains of dozens of shattered boulders.

"Does he ever stop?" the first man asked nervously. "If the Guild Master returns and sees this mess, aren’t we going to be the first ones punished?"

The second man shook his head slowly, eyes locked on the furious figure below. "I have no idea why he’s doing this. He’s been at it for hours—no, longer. Days, even."

Just then, a third presence appeared behind them. A calm yet overwhelming pressure filled the air. Both men dropped to one knee in unison.

"We welcome the Guild Master," they said respectfully.

Standing before them was The Undying Flame—one of the revered Class S heroes, and more importantly, the older brother of the man currently pounding boulders into dust.

"Leave," the Undying Flame said quietly. "I’ll speak with Blaze."



The two nodded and quickly vanished, leaving the Guild Master alone. He floated gently down toward his brother, who remained locked in a rhythm of destruction—strike after strike, like he was at war with the world itself.

"Stop that," the Undying Flame said softly.

The red-haired warrior froze mid-strike. He turned, bowed slightly, but the fire in his eyes burned with frustration.

"You don’t need to go to the tournament," the elder brother said. "There’s nothing there worth your time."

Blaze didn’t respond at first. His fists trembled slightly, the fire around them flickering.

"I am going," he said finally. "And I’ll be the one to win."

The Undying Flame’s gaze narrowed. "It’s about him, isn’t it?"

Blaze turned away, eyes darkened.

The elder sighed. His brother had been like this ever since rumors surfaced of a powerful new contender—someone people had begun calling The Fire God. Worse, they referred to him as the Ruler of Flame.

To Blaze, that title was an insult. In his eyes, only one person had ever surpassed him in fire abilities—and that was his brother, the Undying Flame himself. So who dared to claim dominion over flame now?

"I’ve trained enough," Blaze said, fists unclenching. "I need to prepare for the journey."

Without another word, he walked off, leaving a trail of scorched earth behind him.

The Undying Flame watched him go, then turned his eyes to the setting sun.

"Four more days," he murmured. "Four more days until the tournament..."

Something about it didn’t sit right with him.

"I hope nothing goes wrong," he whispered.

Somewhere Else...

A man in a tattered guild uniform sprinted through the ruins, his face twisted in terror, his body drenched in blood—his own. He stumbled, gasped, but kept running, desperately


He hadn’t seen the attacker’s face before.

But now he had.

And he wanted to scream, curse, cry.

Of all the beings who could have brought this nightmare... why did it have to be a Hero?

Not just any Hero.

A Class S Hero.

One of humanity’s supposed protectors.

To be continued.....