CH 0.2 - Prologue (II)

"Bruuuuuuaaaaaaaah!" The sound of an unusual horn suddenly rang out in all directions of the Sacred World. Many Immortals gathered and began whispering and discussing what this strange occurrence could be.

As the Immortals and Behemoths converged, the anticipation for the Dagnatock grew. The sound of the horn was a reminder of the importance of the battle ahead, and the Immortals' determination and resolve were strengthened as they prepared to engage in the greatest showdown the world had ever seen.

The strange horn that echoed through the Sacred World was a warning of the impending crisis. However, the majority of Immortals were unaware of its significance and merely whispered amongst themselves, brushing it off as a false alarm.

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In the Sacred World, Frank was locked in battle with Jormungand, and he was whistling merrily. After not having fought for eons, he was filled with joy and was relishing every moment of the battle. Despite his enthusiasm, Frank was not reckless. He was aware that there must be a reason why no other Immortals or Behemoths had come to assist him, and he suspected that some sort of restriction had been placed on them.

To prevent others from observing or interfering in the battle, Frank utilized his mastery of Source energy to seal off the surrounding area. He was confident in his abilities, as even other powerful beings in the Sacred World, such as the Immortals and Behemoths, knew not to mess with Frank, who was known as the "Tinker Immortal". He had earned a reputation as a fearsome warrior and a bit of a wild card, known to fight just for the thrill of it, even though he had received punishment in the past for breaking the rules of the Sacred World and engaging in battle. Despite this, Frank was still drawn to fight every once in a while when he was particularly restless.

The unusual horn that suddenly rang out in the Sacred World served as a warning of a major crisis, and it was recognized by the major Immortals and Behemoths. Despite the lack of action in the Sacred World, Frank, also known as the Tinker Immortal, was feared as a battle lunatic, and he would fight whenever he was bored, even if it meant facing consequences in the form of facing the Sacred Wall for a century.

Frank was renowned for his unparalleled versatility in every field, earning him the title of the most dangerous Immortal in the Sacred World. The reason behind his mastery in all fields was his unconventional approach. He sent fragments of his soul to the lower realms, tasking each with mastering a new profession. Though the process was lengthy, time was a trivial matter for an Immortal.

His reputation was such that even in the absence of conflicts between Behemoths and Immortals, they would steer clear of him when Dagnatock approached. However, Frank remained oblivious to the fact that the major Immortals and Behemoths would soon come to investigate the cause of the early ascent of the Universal Prophecy.

Due to their knowledge of Dagnatock's emergence, the major Immortals and Behemoths would send troops to scrutinize the situation before the various factions of the two races could engage in battle. Little did they know, all of this was a result of Frank's boredom, which led him to engage in a battle with Jormungand, sealing the surrounding space with the Source energy, and effectively making it impossible for others to locate him or witness the battle.

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Frank's battle with Jormungand was a fierce one. The serpentine creature was no pushover, with its regenerating abilities and powerful poison and water attacks. Jormungand's green body was covered by a thin layer of water that served both as a defense mechanism and a source of healing. The concentrated water helped the creature recover quickly.

Frank was also no ordinary opponent. His attacks were infused with Source energy, making them highly effective against Jormungand. The unblocked energies in the environment allowed Frank to recover indefinitely, restoring his body to its peak condition at all times.

However, Jormungand was a formidable foe. Its lethal poison was thrown from its tongue every two seconds, and its eyes shot water lasers in all directions. Despite these formidable abilities, Frank's Source energy infused attacks made him a formidable adversary for Jormungand.

Frank was fully aware that the battle against Jormungand was proving to be a great challenge for him. On one hand, he had to be vigilant of any uninvited guests that may interfere and disrupt the fight, potentially putting his life in danger. He relished the opportunity to engage in a life-threatening battle and did not want any external factors to spoil his experience.

On the other hand, Frank was facing the mental strain that came with his powerful abilities. Despite his seemingly limitless energies, his mind had its limits, and he had to be careful not to overwork it. He was aware of the delicate balance between his powers and his mental well-being.

Despite the difficulties, Frank's adrenaline was rushing, and he felt the thrill of a life-threatening battle after a long time. The excitement was palpable in his veins, and his mind was fully focused on the task at hand. He was ready to give it his all and put his skills to the test.

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The tension was palpable as Frank and Jurmongand clashed in an epic battle that lasted for several years. The stakes were high, and the outcome would determine the fate of the world. Frank was close to securing a victory when suddenly, an unexpected twist occurred. Uninvited guests appeared on the battlefield, changing the course of events.

Frank smirked, his eyes gleaming with cunning as he looked towards the sky. "So you're making your move now, are you?" he said, almost mockingly. "Well, let's see if your little puppets can undo what's already been done. I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve."

With a flick of his wrist, Frank unleashed a powerful card from his arsenal. In an instant, the fight was brought to a close. A brilliant light show erupted from all around as countless beams of energy converged to form a massive orb of light in front of Frank.

"Augapfel Act 3, Spaltend!" Frank cried out, and the orb released its energy, raining down upon Jurmongand with ferocity. Despite its formidable healing abilities, the beast was quickly overpowered and reduced to mere particles.

But Frank was not one to be so easily discouraged. He knew that Jurmongand was a formidable opponent, with regenerative abilities that rivaled those of the Immortals and Behemoths. Undeterred, Frank continued his assault, unleashing another powerful technique to eliminate any remnants of the beast.

With a deep sigh of relief, Frank leaned back, but the fire in his eyes belied the calm demeanor he was trying to convey. "That was exhausting," he muttered, but his face betrayed his words, revealing a sense of triumph and satisfaction.

With that, he stood back in place as he continued devising the plan that he'd long planned...