The Rise of the First True Hero: Rudra’s Ascension

A Summoning Beyond Space and Time

In an instant, Arion found himself standing in a realm beyond comprehension.

It wasn't a kingdom, a battlefield, or any dimension he had ever known. It was a void of pure existence, yet at the same time, it was overflowing with life.

The sky was neither day nor night, but an endless, shifting spectrum of celestial energy. Stars were born and extinguished in the span of a heartbeat. Space itself was alive, pulsating with a divine force that defied all reason.

And before him—stood the Supreme Creator himself.

Veldanava.

His presence alone was enough to warp reality, yet he stood there casually, smiling, as if this moment was nothing more than a friendly chat.

Arion, ever the assassin, remained calm despite the sheer immensity of the power before him. He had encountered gods, demons, and beings who stood above creation itself. But this… this was different.

For the first time in centuries, he felt something close to unease.

A normal being wouldn't even be able to stand in this space.

Yet here he was.

Arion narrowed his eyes. His black cloak fluttered against the strange cosmic winds.

"…Why have you summoned me here, Veldanava?" His voice was calm, unwavering. "For what reason would the Creator himself bring me to such a place?"

Veldanava's lips curled into a smirk as his golden eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Straight to the point as always, Arion." He chuckled. "Good. That's why I chose you."

Arion tensed slightly. Chose?

Veldanava took a step forward. The very fabric of space trembled under his mere movement. Entire realities shifted at his whim.

"I have a request for you."

Arion's eyes narrowed further.

The Creator… making a request?

This was beyond anything he had anticipated.

"…And what would that request be?"

Veldanava closed his eyes for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. Then, when he opened them, a playful but determined spark danced in them.

"Before I tell you… I want us to fight."

The words hung in the cosmic air.

For the first time in eons, Arion was truly… surprised.

A fight? Against the Creator himself?

He remained silent for a moment, assessing every possible reason why Veldanava—the absolute being—would want to engage in combat with him.

But ultimately, there was only one logical conclusion.

"…You already know how this ends."

His voice was not one of fear or hesitation. It was simply the truth.

"If you truly are the Creator, then there is no point in us fighting. You will win in the end. You transcend everything. There is no way to oppose you."

Veldanava simply laughed.

"Oh, Arion, how refreshing you are." He stepped forward, arms behind his back. "But allow me to correct you on one thing."

His golden aura flared for just a fraction of a second.

And in that moment—Arion felt it.

A force that was beyond gods. Beyond logic. Beyond the very concept of power itself.

It was not something that could be measured.

It simply… was.

Yet—Veldanava's next words shook him to his core.

"Even I am bound by certain rules."

Arion's breath hitched.

"…Rules?"

Veldanava nodded. "I may have created this reality, but even I have limits. There are things even I cannot interfere with. And…" his smile widened, "…it has been ages since I had a good fight."

Arion remained silent.

It was an absurd statement. And yet—there was a truth behind it.

Veldanava was… excited.

Truly excited.

"And I believe," he continued, "that you, Arion, are one of the few beings left in existence who can make this fight… interesting."

Arion remained still for a long moment.

He could decline.

But something in Veldanava's eyes told him—this was not a test.

This was not a trick.

This was genuine.

And deep down…

Something within Arion stirred.

A battle against the supreme entity itself?

A true challenge?

He exhaled slowly.

Then—he spoke.

"…Very well."

His hand twitched, and the cosmic winds shifted.

But deep inside his mind, he reached out to her.

Inside his soul, a voice—feminine, elegant, but endlessly powerful—whispered.

"Master. You finally call upon me."

Arion's gaze remained locked onto Veldanava.

"…Pandoria."

His ultimate skill.

One he barely used anymore.

Not because he couldn't. But because he refused to rely on it.

After all, he was an assassin.

His skills. His instincts. His mind. That is what made him strong.

Not Pandoria.

But this time…

This time was different.

"Pandoria," he commanded, "Analyze everything. This battle. Veldanava himself. His techniques. His skills. If it is possible—extract whatever can be obtained."

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—she responded.

"As you command, Master."

A ripple of forbidden power pulsed through his veins.

His eyes glowed with an eerie, unnatural light.

And for the first time in centuries…

Arion prepared to fight at his absolute limit.

Veldanava saw this—and smiled.

"…That's more like it."

He raised his hand.

The cosmos shook.

The very concept of reality distorted.

And with a flick of his wrist—

The battle between the Assassin of the Shadows and the Creator of All… BEGAN.

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The air was thick with tension, the world itself seemingly holding its breath. The skies churned with golden light, an omen of an event that had never occurred before. Time itself seemed to stand still, watching, waiting, as the fabric of fate prepared to weave a new legend.

At the center of it all stood Rudra—a man who had fought, suffered, and endured.

A man who had once sought absolute order, only to realize that true justice was not control, but the will to protect.

Before him, bathed in an ethereal glow, was Ramiris, the Fairy Queen, the eternal guardian of heroes. Her wings shimmered like liquid gold, and in her hands, she held something that radiated pure, boundless power.

A divine artifact that had never before been bestowed upon any mortal.

A sphere of blazing, celestial energy, pulsating with the collective will of humanity's unfulfilled hopes, their cries for salvation, their longing for a protector.

It was a miracle of the world itself—a gift reserved only for one who could truly transcend mortal limits and become something greater.

A True Hero.

Ramiris gazed upon Rudra with solemn reverence.

"You have walked the path of kings and conquerors. You have fallen, risen, and walked forward despite your failures. And now, Rudra, you stand before me at the precipice of history."

She extended the Hero Egg toward him, the glow intensifying.

"This power has never been granted before. You will be the first. The world will remember you not as a ruler, but as its shield."

Her voice softened, almost wistful. "Do you accept this fate? Will you rise, Rudra, as the first True Hero?"

Rudra breathed deeply.

He had sought power before—not for greed, but for the sake of protecting his people.

And yet, time and time again, his strength had not been enough.

Now, the world itself was offering him the chance to surpass all limits.

Not for conquest. Not for dominion.

But to be humanity's first and greatest defender.

His gaze hardened, his resolve solidified into something unbreakable.

Without hesitation—he reached out and placed his hand upon the Hero Egg.

The world exploded in light.

A colossal golden pillar of energy surged into the sky, tearing through the heavens. The very fabric of reality shuddered, as though the laws of existence were rewriting themselves.

Rudra's body ignited with power, his mortal flesh unable to contain the sheer divinity flowing through him.

His mind expanded, connecting to the very will of the world. He could feel the cries of the weak, the prayers of the hopeless, the silent pleas for justice.

And then—he heard it.

A voice that resonated through his very soul.

"O Worthy One… You Who Stand Unshaken Against Evil…"

"You Shall Be the First."

"The Champion of Humanity."

"The True Hero."

Rudra's body shattered—and was immediately rebuilt in a form beyond mortality.

His armor, once the regal garb of an emperor, had transformed into a divine battle suit, forged from celestial energy itself. Golden patterns ran along its surface, symbols of justice and unwavering will.

In his hands, a legendary weapon took shape.

A blade forged from the very essence of hope and righteousness. A sword that would never dull, never break, and never falter as long as justice remained in Rudra's heart.

But more than his weapon—his very existence had changed.

He was no longer just a man.

He was the world's response to injustice.

He was the First True Hero.

With his transformation came abilities never before witnessed in any being:

Ultimate Skill – "Heroic Order: The Absolute Guardian"

The power to enforce divine justice. Evil is weakened in his presence, and all who stand for righteousness gain strength.

Unique Skill – "Celestial Valor: The Indomitable Will"

An unbreakable spirit that renders him immune to fear, corruption, and despair. As long as he stands, hope will never fade.

Divine Sword – Excalion

A blade that responds to the prayers of the weak. The more humanity believes in him, the stronger he becomes.

As he stood, golden energy radiating from his body like a sun, Ramiris smiled, pride gleaming in her eyes.

"Go forth, Rudra."

"Humanity's first protector."

"The world awaits its hero."

Rudra, now the embodiment of justice itself, nodded.

He could hear it.

The suffering of the innocent.

The terror of those who had no strength to fight.

The silent cries for salvation.

And so—he stepped forward.

A new legend had begun.

The First True Hero had risen.

And no darkness would stand before him.