Jastheman

Ochi Nakagura, known as "The Dead Man," has lived for centuries, a broken soul bound by an unrelenting curse that grants him immortality and the power to battle the darkest creatures of the Abyss. With every battle fought and every life taken, he grows stronger, but the price of this power is heavy—the endless cycle of pain, loss, and isolation.

Driven by an unwavering desire to reunite with the family he lost long ago, Ochi embarks on a dangerous journey through the Abyss, a dark realm teeming with unimaginable horrors. As he faces countless monstrous beings, Ochi's power grows, but so does the cost. The Abyss demands everything from him—his soul, his sanity, and the very essence of his being.

Along the way, Ochi discovers that his true enemy is not just the darkness outside, but the darkness within himself. To reclaim what he has lost, he must confront the price of his immortality and the choice that will define his fate. Will he sacrifice his humanity to gain the power needed to bring his family back, or will the Abyss consume him, leaving him a hollow shell of the man he once was?

In this epic tale of sacrifice, strength, and the enduring power of love, Ochi Nakagura must face the ultimate test: will he conquer the Abyss, or will it consume him entirely?

In the end, there is only one question left to answer: what is Ochi willing to sacrifice for the family he has lost?

the man of a thousand years and battles

The Draken Empire's war camp stretched for miles, torches flickering like stars in the darkness. Soldiers moved with purpose, sharpening blades, repairing armor, whispering prayers to gods who would not answer. War was coming, and they all knew it.

Ochi Nakagura stood at the edge of the camp, watching. He was no stranger to war, but this time was different. This time, the System had reawakened. This time, there were answers waiting for him on the battlefield.

[Quest Updated: March to the Front]

Objective: Join the Draken Army's advance toward the Dominion.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the power in his veins. His stats had reset again, but his body remembered. The strength, the speed—it was all there, waiting to be reclaimed. And he would reclaim it, one battle at a time.

A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"You look like a man with unfinished business."

Ochi turned to see Raikou approaching, a confident smirk on his face. The general was already clad in full armor, his crimson cape draped over his shoulders.

"We move at dawn," Raikou continued, nodding toward the soldiers. "The Dominion's forces are gathering near Black Hollow Pass. That's where the first battle will take place."

Ochi's gaze darkened. "And the Eternal Saint?"

Raikou's smirk faded slightly. "If the reports are true, he'll be there."

The war didn't matter. The Draken Empire didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was finding the Eternal Saint, forcing answers from him, and taking back what had been stolen from Ochi so long ago.

Raikou studied him for a moment before chuckling. "You're an interesting man, Dead Man. You don't care about this war at all, do you?"

Raikou laughed. "Good. Neither do I."

"I fight because I want to," Raikou admitted. "Because it excites me. And you? You fight like a man chasing something just out of reach." His grin widened. "That makes you dangerous."

A horn sounded in the distance. The camp stirred. Soldiers began forming ranks, banners lifted high. The war was about to begin.

Ochi stepped forward, his fingers twitching with anticipation. The System awaited him. The battlefield awaited him.

And somewhere beyond the bloodshed, his answers awaited him too.

The March to war