The scanner stopped at Grade F for the third time.
The whole city knew I was useless.
For years,
they had treated me as a disgrace to humanity.
Until that night.
The ruins trembled.
A sword cry from ten thousand ages past awakened my bloodline.
[Desolate Heavenly Emperor inheritance activated]
[The Emperor-Slaying Sword has acknowledged its master]
As the cold notification sounded,
the world's disguise peeled away before my eyes.
I saw councilors shedding their human skins.
I saw tentacles writhing beneath heroes' halos.
The entire safe zone had long since become a vast hunting ground.
Dragging my broken imperial sword,
I entered the blood-red exclusion zone.
S-rank powerhouses had been buried here.
Beast Emperors capable of annihilating armies lurked within.
While everyone mocked Grade F for being fit only to feed the aberrant beasts,
my sword had already severed the head of my first commander-class beast.
The monitoring station's alarms blared.
“Impossible! The energy reading has exceeded the limit, ”
I wiped the beast's blood from my sword.
The cracks in the Emperor-Slaying Sword were healing.
The Desolate Heavenly Emperor's inheritance was reshaping my body.
Starting from the humble Blood-Transfusion Realm,
I would walk once more the path that had subdued the myriad heavens.
The council's wanted posters covered the high walls,
branding me “a monster out of control.”
But deep in the exclusion zone,
I pointed my sword at the ancient god that devoured cities.
Until the day the sky collapsed,
and the true gods opened their eyes.
Every awakened one fell to their knees, trembling.
The mighty crumbled to dust beneath divine might.
I emerged from the deepest heart of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The Emperor-Slaying Sword was whole again.
Behind me lay the ruins of the old world.
“Grade F?”
My swordlight illuminated the shattered world.
“Today, I'll show you, ”
“what it means for the Heavenly Emperor to descend into the mortal world.”
