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“A legend that refuses to die.”

In a world teeming with monsters and adventurers seeking glory through blood and steel, the name Canis Majoris was once whispered with awe and fear—a shadow-born warrior who felled enemies before they knew they were hunted. But now, he is nothing more than an administrative staff member in a quiet guild, spending his days with coffee, cigarettes, and silence.

Yet the fragile peace he built is beginning to crumble.

The terrorist group known as the Bloodminers—ghosts from his buried past—are on the move again. And when a cold, unyielding military officer named Shina Mariposa begins to uncover secrets long thought forgotten, Canis is forced to confront the legacy he tried to abandon.

Alongside Aron Telsa, a young adventurer who looks up to him, and an old comrade who still believes in his humanity, Canis must choose: remain hidden in the shadows—or become the Death
the world once feared.

But this is more than a tale of fighting monsters.
It is a story of identity, legacy, and the true cost of peace.

FALLEN HEAVEN

Beyond the great defensive walls lay a land unimaginably vast—an untamed stretch of terrain marked by towering earthspikes that split the three realms of Fallen Heaven apart.

And in the First Realm… lay the domain of the 500.000+ Warriors.

Several hundred kilometers past the Empire's outermost border, the world devolved into chaos—where monsters and their hunters clashed in endless, brutal warfare.

But thanks to a prodigious genius of the Empire who discovered the full potential of the Eve Tree, humanity managed to carve out strongholds within this unforgiving realm—cities, real ones, built amidst the madness.

Of course, not all monsters could be repelled.

A select few were simply too powerful to be pushed back by the pressure emitted from the sacred Eve Tree.

That's why great warriors—rose up. Not only to protect these cities, but to rule them.

Among the many strongholds under the control of the great guilds, one guild stood tall— Aenocyon.

And one of its crown jewels was Gallery, one of the largest cities in the First Realm.

Here, all sorts of transactions—legal or… less so—were daily routine.

Human trafficing. Drugs. Smuggled goods. Even weapons deemed forbidden by Imperial law.

The flow of money in this city was so vast that its very existence had become a balancing pillar for the entire First Realm.

Inside a nightclub, where strangers laughed and danced under flashing lights, the air was thick with perfume and sin.

With money from God-knows-where, patrons ordered premium liquor like water—pouring gold down their throats without a care.

The music blared—wild, demonic, infectious. It made your blood pump and your soul spin.

"Hey! Where are the girls, huh?! Why am I sitting here all alone!?" a drunken man shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Some ignored him. Others laughed—just as drunk. A few looked visibly irritated.

"Ah—right! I'm here to meet Baron! Where is he?!"

The moment he said that name, the air froze.

That was not a name you spoke so casually.

Everyone turned silent. Tension dropped like a blade through the room.

From behind him, a figure approached. Calm. Controlled.

The drunk turned his head, slowly—his wine-soaked brain struggling to process what was happening.

"Haaah? Who the hell are you? Are you Baron—"

A thunderous kick crashed into his chest, sending him flying through the club wall—out into the alley beyond, unconscious before he hit the ground.

Not a single person in the club dared to move.

The one who had attacked him stood still, exuding silent menace.

He was dressed like a mafia enforcer. Thin but coiled with unseen strength, and every step he took caused the air to tighten around him.

He walked forward slowly, unhurried, until he stood over the crumpled drunk.

Without a word, he placed a foot on the man's abdomen.

From beneath his coat, he drew a Mana Pistol—its polished barrel glinting under the neon haze.

He aimed it directly at the unconscious man's head.

"For everyone watching—let this be a lesson," he said coldly. "Never speak Lord Baron's name with such disrespect again."

His finger began to squeeze the trigger.

A distant explosion rocked the city. Lights flickered. The ground trembled.

The man paused. His gaze shifted to the direction of the blast.

Several men in similar outfits, all armed, rushed toward him.

"Sir Clamp! A monster broke through the Eve Tree's barrier and is rampaging near the northern sector! We need you to take it down!"

Clamp clicked his tongue, annoyed.

[Aenocyon Guild Third Division Officer, Clamp]

Chapter 58