Five Years Later.

The pack of Moonlight Wolves ran wild, their glowing silver fur streaking through the plains as they hunted their prey. For years, a mysterious fiend had been picking off their members—one after another. But tonight, under the full moon's glow, they had him cornered.

With the Alpha leading the charge, escape was impossible.

Ahead, they could see the culprit—a lone youth dashing across the open fields with the agility of a phantom. He had not only eluded them for years but had the audacity to steal their freshly hunted prey right from under their noses.

What a wretched thief!

A deafening howl tore through the night.

Bathed in moonlight, the wolves' fur shimmered, their claws lengthening, their speed doubling. They were at their strongest now, and in an instant, they had the youth completely surrounded.

Yet, he did not hesitate.

His left eye gleamed with a piercing purple light, and in his grasp was a silver spear. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his spear thrusting toward the nearest wolf.

But the Moonlight Wolves were not so easily slain.

The power of the moon coursed through their bodies, reinforcing their fur like an unbreakable armor. The youth's first attack barely left a mark. However, with a flick of his wrist, he rotated a mechanism on his spear.

Black ink began to flow.

Each strike now carried a force beyond mere steel, the ink infused with astral energy, discharging waves of explosive pressure upon impact. Every swing of his spear sent ink bursting into the air, forming a storm of darkness that kept the wolves at bay.

Then, with lightning speed, he surged forward—his spear aimed directly at the Alpha.

The towering beast snarled and retaliated, conjuring a crescent moon projectile in midair. The energy of the moon condensed into a sharp, luminous arc, slicing toward the youth.

He dodged, springing into a somersault, using his spear as a pivot.

While still in the air, he adjusted his grip and shouted,

"Hundred Piercing Needles!"

His spear blurred, stabbing a hundred times in an instant.

The Alpha countered by summoning more crescent moon projectiles, colliding with the incoming attacks. The ink-infused needles exploded on contact, shaking the battlefield with shockwaves.

But when the dust cleared—the youth was gone.

The wolves sniffed the air, their glowing eyes scanning the battlefield. His scent had vanished.

A moment later, a chilling voice rang out.

"Ink Brand Star!"

The ink splattered across the wolves' bodies suddenly ignited, detonating in a series of firework-like explosions. The air trembled with each blast, the wolves' howls swallowed by the eruptions.

This was one of his Nine Star Abilities—Ink Brand Star. Any foe marked by his ink would be detonated at will.

For a moment, silence followed.

But he knew.

The Alpha would not fall so easily.

His stance shifted instantly—just as a shadow loomed over him.

The Alpha Wolf had already closed the distance—its massive body hurtling toward him, claws like curved daggers, poised to rip him apart.

There was no time to dodge.

Instead, the youth twisted his spear, planting its butt into the ground. With a sharp inhale, he shifted his stance—rooting himself like an unmovable pillar.

The ink surrounding him rippled before erupting in a thick, swirling Wall. The wolf's claws slashed through the ink, but instead of flesh, it struck empty air.

The Ink Wall was not just a defensive move. But a smokescreen—it was a diversion.

Taking advantage of the confusion, the youth darted to the side, his spear already in motion.

"Hundred piercing Needle!"

With a single thrust, his spear ignited in a dark silver glow, its tip becoming a streak of light as it pierced through the Alpha's ribs.

A deep, resounding boom echoed as the impact sent the beast skidding backward, its claws carving trenches into the earth.

But the Alpha did not fall. The full moon above pulsed, and the Alpha roared.

The wounds along its body began to close, the power of the moonlight knitting its flesh back together.

The youth clicked his tongue.

"So that's how it is."

This was why the Moonlight Wolves were so feared. As long as the moon hung high, they were almost unstoppable. Almost.

A grin spread across his face as he adjusted his grip on the spear.

The Alpha charged again—this time, faster than before, its form nearly a blur of silver light. But the youth had been waiting for this moment.

His spear trembled. The ink on the ground reacted, drawn to his weapon like a tide returning to the sea. A vortex of dark energy swirled around him.

Then, he pressed another one of the cartridges on his spear.

The tip of the spear changed colors, the black ink faded and bright red mixing together—merging into something far more potent,

His aura surged. The ink around the battlefield shuddered, rising into the air as though alive. The Alpha instinctively halted, sensing a shift.

The youth's left eye blazed purple, his voice like a whisper of fate.

"Void ink" He began to draw a rune in the air with his spear. Without any support, the rune floated. Pulsating bright red.

The youth exhaled, flipping his spear in a slow, deliberate motion. Then—

He swung-

The rune exploded like a flaming talisman. A loud boom followed the air trembled so did the earth under such a big explosion.

The culprit watched as it happened breathing heavily until the dust settled.

The Alpha trembled as It let out one final breath, then collapsed.

The remaining wolves, witnessing their leader's fall, did not lunge in rage. Instead, they stood still—heads lowered. Not in defeat. In recognition.

The youth pulled his spear free, the latter shrunk into the size of a hairpin that he used to tie his loose black hair into a bun. 

With a hand seal, the glowing purple left eye rotated, making the corpse disappear from the ground.

Silently the youth retreated under the gaze of the surviving wolves.

The Youth was Mo Zhen Yu five years had passed now he was fourteen. Almost fifteen, he took a look in the water, while washing his face. His features had matured significantly.

His long black hair was tied in a bun secured by his destiny artifact he decided to name the Silver Spearbrush. His eyes were different colors purple on the left and blue on the right. His face was pale, and he looked more and more like that woman. Incredibly good-looking.

 Fortunately, the nasty scar on his face equilibrated the balance to give a more manly air. His stature was closer to his dad tall, lanky but fairly muscular. He sighed and put on his bamboo glasses, before exiting the room.