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 battlefield was chaos. Steel clashed, men screamed, and the ground was slick with blood. But Ochi Nakagura's focus had narrowed to a single point.

The man moved with an eerie calm, walking through the war as if untouched by its violence. Every step he took, his soldiers fought harder, their wounds closing, their bodies glowing with golden energy. His mere presence turned the tide of battle.

And yet, his eyes were locked onto Ochi.

[New Quest: Defeat the Eternal Saint]

Objective: Kill the Eternal Saint.

Ochi tightened his grip on his sword.

"If I kill him, will I finally learn the truth?"

The moment stretched, tension thick between them. Then, in the blink of an eye, they moved.

A blur of white and gold closed the distance between them in an instant. Ochi barely had time to raise his blade before a fist, glowing with raw energy, crashed into him.

Ochi was sent hurtling backward, slamming through the bodies of fallen soldiers before skidding to a stop. Dust and blood clouded the air. His chest burned, his ribs cracked.

He exhaled sharply. He hadn't taken a hit like that in centuries.

The Eternal Saint hovered above the battlefield, descending slowly. His expression was unreadable, his golden eyes filled with something Ochi couldn't place.

"You," the man said, his voice steady, powerful. "You are like me."

Ochi rose to his feet, rolling his shoulder. "No. You are like me."

The Saint tilted his head slightly. Then he smiled.

Ochi's instincts screamed. He spun, raising his sword just in time to block a devastating kick aimed at his skull. The force sent him skidding back. Before he could counter, the Saint struck again—a palm strike to his gut, another to his ribs, then a final blow to his temple.

Ochi's vision blurred. His body screamed in pain, but he pushed forward, swinging his sword in a deadly arc. The Saint ducked, then slammed his elbow into Ochi's chest.

Ochi hit the ground hard, blood dripping from his lips. His body was durable—far more than any human—but against an opponent like this, he was being overwhelmed.

A surge of raw energy exploded within him. His muscles tightened, his senses sharpened, and for the first time in the fight, he felt alive.

Faster than before, faster than even the Saint. He closed the gap in an instant, his sword flashing. The Saint's eyes widened slightly as Ochi's blade cut through his defenses, slashing across his chest.

Golden blood splattered onto the ground. The Saint staggered back, his hand touching the wound in disbelief. Then he smiled.

Ochi didn't waste time. He pressed the attack, his sword dancing through the air. The Saint parried, countered, but Ochi was relentless. Their battle became a blur, a clash of two beings who refused to die.

He feinted left, then twisted his body, putting all his strength into a final, decisive strike aimed at the Saint's throat.

And for a moment, it seemed like it would land.

But then, the Eternal Saint whispered something under his breath.

A golden explosion erupted from the Saint's body, engulfing everything in light. Ochi was thrown backward, his body slamming into the ruined earth.

His vision blurred. His limbs felt heavy.

Through the haze, he saw the Eternal Saint standing above him, barely injured. His golden eyes stared down, unreadable.

the immortals' clash