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"Even in oblivion, you all shall tremble at the demon that lies beyond..."

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Beaten, betrayed, discriminated against, and then sent into hell. Those were the words that defined Khan's life, if he ever bothered to think about it.

In a cold world where the hearts of people surged in preparation for the next cataclysm that had the potential to wipe out the entire world, who had the time to care for a feeble, golden-haired anomaly with no memories of his first ten years?

Sent away from the orphanage with the mission to end his life, fate was still not satisfied with punishing him enough. 

He found himself in front of a demon god who raised children into killing machines, known to complete every mission irrespective of the danger.

Among a group of madmen, he was the maddest, given the name "The Hollow" due to his unfeeling attitude.

But in essence, all he ever needed was a place he could call home and when his life flashed before his eyes and he awakened his memories, he embarked on that path.

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"My origin might be ten thousand light-years away from Earth, but even if I have to walk on the corpses of a million to reach it, then so be it..."
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But now he won't be walking this dark path alone:

[Congratulations, the Host has successfully fused with the system.]

[Congratulations, Host has awakened The Bio-Nanotech System!]
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My Bio-Nanotech System

Two beastly roars rang throughout the entire battle stage as the two drakes moved forward with speed, the air blown apart due to the horrifying momentum.

Hiroshi looked at the two huge red drakes whose height covered his entire vision, and slowly he calmed down his beating heart as he slowly shifted into a battle stance.

Moving his left foot backwards while his right leg bent slightly, his two hands held tightly the hilt of his sword as he stretched them to the side behind him, before closing his eyes…

Puffs of white hair escaped his lips as Hiroshi's gently whispered…

"Drifting Snow Art: Third form; Crisscrossing Of Snow Flakes…"

The two drakes gave a loud roar as their maws opened wide, trying to swallow the young man in a single gulp, but they met with nothing as the young man simply dispersed into a thousand snows.

Battle Of Flame And Lightning!