1 HOW A MONSTER WAS BORN. ( introduction)

Once upon a time, in a realm where magic flowed freely, there lived a boy named Dark. At the age of twelve, Dark found himself married to a girl named Lics, in a society where early marriages were not uncommon, especially among those with magical abilities.

Confined to a room by his mother's ominous instructions, Dark was unsure how to navigate his newfound marital responsibilities.

Despite his innocence and dreams of becoming a great wizard, Dark's mother encouraged him to do as he pleased with Lics. In his earnest desire to be a good husband and make Lics happy, Dark sought guidance in the library.

There, he stumbled upon a book titled "How to Make Your Wife Happy." With good intentions but little understanding of its contents, Dark hoped to find ways to bring joy to Lics.

However, the book contained adult themes far beyond Dark's comprehension. Ignorant of its implications, Dark attempted to follow its advice, including gestures of physical affection such as hugging and kissing, believing they were ways to express love and care for his wife.

Unbeknownst to Dark, Lics possessed a powerful artifact gifted by her older sister, a mage of great renown. When Dark innocently tried to express affection, the artifact reacted unexpectedly, unleashing a surge of magic that struck Dark's chest with a blinding light.

Desperate to protect himself and Lics, Dark summoned his fledgling magical abilities to lessen the impact, but it was not enough to prevent him from being thrown against the wall with a resounding crack. As darkness enveloped him, Dark glimpsed Lics' terrified face, realizing the unintended consequences of his actions.

In the aftermath, Dark's innocence collided with the complexities of magic and marriage, leaving him uncertain of his abilities and the path forward. Despite his dreams of becoming a great wizard, Dark now faced the daunting challenge of understanding the true nature of love, magic, and responsibility in his new life as a husband.

As Dark slowly regained consciousness, his surroundings blurred into focus. The concerned faces of healers and priests hovered over him, their murmurs of incantations and prayers mingling with the scent of herbs and sacred oils.

Blinking away the haze of his ordeal, Dark struggled to sit up, his chest still throbbing from the impact of the magical blast. "What happened?" he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The healers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of relief and apprehension. "Young Master Dark," one of them began, "you've been gravely injured. But thanks to your quick thinking and magical abilities, you've managed to mitigate the worst of it."

Dark's eyes darted around the room, searching for Lics. "Where's my wife?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern.

"She's safe," a priest reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But she's deeply shaken by what transpired."

Dark's heart sank as he realized the unintended consequences of his actions. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," he whispered, his gaze falling to his hands.

The healers and priests exchanged knowing looks, understanding the weight of Dark's words. "Young Master Dark," one of them said gently, "you have a long journey ahead of you. Both in terms of physical recovery and in coming to terms with the complexities of magic and marriage."

As they tended to his wounds and offered words of encouragement, Dark's resolve strengthened. Despite the challenges ahead, he knew he couldn't let his innocence be overshadowed by fear or guilt. With newfound determination, he vowed to learn from his mistakes and become the wizard—and husband—he aspired to be.

dark asked" sir priest I can't able to fell mana in my body why ?

Priest replied young master dark I am sorry to say but you won't able to use magic in your life again your mana veins has been destroyed it's a miracle that you are alive

Dark's heart sank at the priest's words, his dreams of becoming a great wizard shattered in an instant. "But how can this be?" he whispered, disbelief clouding his thoughts. "Magic is everything to me."

The priest's expression softened, empathy shining in his eyes. "Sometimes, young master Dark, life takes unexpected turns," he said gently. "But though your mana veins may be damaged, your spirit remains strong. There are other paths to greatness, other ways to make a difference in this world."

Dark's mind raced with possibilities, his determination flickering like a candle in the wind. "I won't give up," he vowed, his voice trembling with newfound resolve. "Even without magic, I will find a way to make a difference—to protect those I care about and to honor the dreams I once held dear."

As the healers continued their work and the priests offered words of comfort, Dark closed his eyes, his mind ablaze with possibilities. Though his journey had taken an unexpected turn, he knew that with courage and determination, he could still carve out a future worthy of his dreams. And so, with hope in his heart, he embarked on the next chapter of his life, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

{However due inability of using magic his parents abonden him and kick out him from his house and throw him on the forest of never-ending a forest which as big as continent} where monsters which can destroy even a whole kingdom lived

Dark, now thirteen years old, found himself abandoned by his parents and thrust into the unforgiving wilderness of the Forest of Never-ending. With nothing but the clothes on his back and the echo of his shattered dreams, he embarked on a solitary journey into the heart of the unknown.

The dense canopy overhead blocked out the sunlight, casting eerie shadows that danced among the towering trees. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sent shivers down Dark's spine, reminding him of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

With each step, Dark's resolve wavered, his heart heavy with the weight of his solitude. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, and thirst parched his throat, but still, he pressed forward, driven by a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished.

As the days turned into nights and the nights turned into days, Dark's journey became a test of endurance and survival. He learned to navigate the treacherous terrain, finding shelter in the hollows of ancient trees and sustenance in the bounty of the forest.

Yet, despite his newfound skills and determination, Dark could not shake the overwhelming sense of loneliness that enveloped him like a suffocating blanket. With no one to share his fears and triumphs, he wandered the forest in solitude, his footsteps echoing in the empty silence.

But just when all seemed lost, a glimmer of light pierced the darkness. Through sheer luck and perseverance, Dark stumbled upon a hidden enclave nestled deep within the forest—a sanctuary for those who, like him, had been abandoned and cast aside.

Welcomed with open arms by his newfound companions, Dark found solace and camaraderie among those who understood the pain of rejection and the resilience of the human spirit. Together, they forged a bond that transcended bloodlines and boundaries, united in their determination to defy the odds and carve out a new destiny for themselves in the untamed wilderness of the Forest of Never-ending.

As Dark ventured deeper into the heart of the Forest of Never-ending, weary and desolate, he stumbled upon a clearing bathed in an eerie glow. At its center stood a figure cloaked in shadow, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light.

"Who... who are you?" Dark stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart pounding with fear and curiosity.

The figure grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth that glinted in the dim light. "I am the Keeper of Wishes," he intoned, his voice a whisper that echoed through the stillness of the forest. "I can grant you anything your heart desires, young one. But be warned, every wish comes with a price."

Dark's eyes widened with wonder and trepidation. Could this be the answer to his prayers, the chance to reclaim his lost dreams and rewrite his destiny?

Without hesitation, Dark spoke, his voice trembling with hope and desperation. "I wish... I wish for magic. The power to wield the forces of the universe and become the greatest wizard the world has ever known."

The Keeper of Wishes chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Dark's spine. "As you wish, young one," he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. "But remember, every gift comes with a price."

With a flick of his wrist, the Keeper of Wishes unleashed a torrent of dark energy that enveloped Dark in its sinister embrace. At first, it seemed as though his wish had been granted, as a surge of power surged through his veins, igniting a spark of magic within him.

But as Dark's newfound abilities grew, so too did the darkness that lurked within his soul. Each spell cast came with a cost, draining him of his life force and corrupting his very essence.

As the truth of his bargain dawned upon him, Dark realized the true nature of the Keeper of Wishes and the price he had paid for his desires. Alone and betrayed, he vowed to undo the curse that had been bestowed upon him and reclaim his true destiny, no matter the cost.

As Dark's newfound powers surged through him, he felt the raw energy of dark magic coursing through his veins, empowering him in ways he had never imagined. With each incantation, he wielded spells of unprecedented strength, bending the very fabric of reality to his will.

But as the thrill of his newfound abilities faded, Dark realized the dark truth behind his powers. To sustain himself, to replenish the life force drained by his dark magic, he was compelled to take the lives of other creatures, to feed upon their essence and fuel his own twisted power.

Haunted by the echoes of his actions, Dark wandered the forest, a solitary figure consumed by guilt and remorse. Each life he took weighed heavily on his conscience, a reminder of the darkness that lurked within his soul.

Yet, despite his inner turmoil, Dark could not deny the intoxicating allure of power, the rush of energy that surged through him with each sacrifice. With each creature he hunted and each spell he cast, he felt himself drawn deeper into the darkness, his humanity slipping away with each passing day.

But as the darkness threatened to consume him, a flicker of light pierced the shadows—a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. In the depths of his soul, a voice whispered, urging him to resist the temptations of power and seek redemption for his sins.

With newfound resolve, Dark vowed to break free from the chains of his dark magic, to atone for the lives he had taken and reclaim his humanity. Though the path ahead was fraught with peril and uncertainty, he knew that with courage and determination, he could overcome the darkness that threatened to consume him and emerge into the light once more.

After dark left that place

The Keeper of Wishes regarded the human-shaped darkness with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Ah, my old friend," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Always meddling in the affairs of mortals, aren't you?"The human-shaped darkness chuckled, the sound like a thousand whispers carried on the wind. "I merely seek to bring a little excitement to this dull existence," he replied, his voice echoing in the empty space between them. "And what better way to do so than by granting wishes and twisting the threads of fate?"The Keeper of Wishes shook his head in disbelief. "You have always been one for games and mischief," he said, his tone tinged with reproach. "But do you not see the harm you cause, the suffering you inflict upon those who dare to seek your favor?"The human-shaped darkness shrugged, a gesture that sent ripples of shadow cascading through the air. "It matters not to me," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "Life is but a fleeting moment, a flicker of light in the vast expanse of eternity. Why not make the most of it, even if it means a little pain and suffering along the way?"The Keeper of Wishes sighed, a weary sound that spoke of countless ages spent bearing witness to the whims of fate. "Perhaps you are right," he conceded, his voice tinged with resignation. "But know this, my friend—every wish granted, every life twisted, comes with a price. And one day, you will be forced to reckon with the consequences of your actions."With those words, the Keeper of Wishes vanished into the ether, leaving the human-shaped darkness alone in the darkness. For a moment, he lingered in silence, contemplating the weight of his choices and the burden of his power.But as the echoes of the encounter faded into the void, he brushed aside his doubts and uncertainties, embracing the chaos and uncertainty of his existence. With a sense of purpose burning within him, he vanished into the shadows, ready to continue his eternal game of granting wishes and twisting fate, heedless of the consequences that lay ahead.

Human shaped darkness mumbled' I am the death you know that with that said he also vanished

[ How dark will change from a innocent kid to a king of monster ]