Capítulo 1: A Sorrowful End
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Fifty years ago, the world experienced a great change; the sky changed color as it rained down strange tiny bits into the world. They were later known as 'Digitize Bits,' peculiar objects that shone with 0's and 1's in the form of spiritual cards. Each Digitize Bit had a kind of consciousness, a mysterious will that beckoned a master from which they chose amongst a select group of human beings, imbuing them with a 'Digital Mark' on their flesh.
Unaware to the regular masses, this change had given the chosen humans the gift of 'Digitization,' the power to digitize from reality to fantasy with special abilities, and access to a digital world, a place known as the World of Promise.
Ever since then, the world as we know it had changed, countless chosen amongst humans from all walks of life, rising to the task, each filled with the desires and dreams of wishing to explore the limits of these unknown lands for the ultimate treasure with the power to make their dreams a reality. It was the ushering of a new era, with powerful entities later known as Digitizers. Yet, though it seemed to be one of promise, what humans didn't realize was that they weren't the only ones with such a privilege, but only a portion of those who had joined a major game that spanned the entire universe.
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Year: unknown, Area: unknown.
In a cold and dark-looking temple with pillars that rose beyond the limits any eyes could reach, and ground paved by ancient stone with various markings. A single object floated at its center above a stone platform, illuminating all things in its surroundings, casting a holy blue light in all directions that shone upon the various surfaces.
Some being sculptures of ancient beings, looking human and nonhuman, with tails, claws, gigantic weapons, and other peculiar traits. Looking around carefully, one would even notice that this room had stone steles that had cryptic runes engraved on their surfaces, some of them were even shining.
A handsome man who seemed to be in his early 30's with a height of 1.9 meters, chiseled facial features, a straight nose, fine lips, and deep red eyes below his uncommon silver hair stood within this gigantic temple of unscalable proportions.
He carried a character far beyond that of the common man, as his eyes shone in a cold, ruthless light. Looking at his attire, one would notice that he held a brilliant silver scythe with complex marking; some of it was coated in an unusual material. He wore a special looking black robe with unique engravings, one that was torn at the edges creating a sinister style as it flowed down to the ground below his feet as it cascaded over itself. Beneath it was an ancient armor, of a unique design the shimmered due to the nearby lights.
A red-colored draft blew from the distant entrance of the temple with an exceedingly long opening with reddish lights on its outside, lifting the corners of the black robe from the ground, causing it to flutter from behind him, pushing itself forwards before his tall and well-toned body.
As his hair brushed forwards due to the wind, the strands flickered before his red eyes that flashed with excitement as he thought to himself, 'I've finally found it, the final clue to the Treasure of Wishes... my journey wasn't in vain, I can now achieve that promise...'
The silver-haired man said as his voice carried traces of recollection, his eyes shining in a reminiscent light. It recalled a few figures, some being beauties and others witty and peculiar men, even a sickly-looking lady with similar features to himself. He took a step forward, instantly vanishing from his location as he arrived within the direct visibility of the glowing object.
Looking at it more carefully, one would notice that within the floating ball of blue lights was a square-shaped card, with many different runes on its surface. Many different 0's and 1's moved about its surface as if calculating all things in the world.
He smiled and reached his arms out, grasping the card in his hand, once this happened, a stream of intricate runes flowed from the bit into his body as a few images began to appear within his mind, the scenes of a series of mysterious realms.
As more details popped up, right before the card was about to merge with his soul, a sharp sound was heard as if something had bolted through the wind at high speeds. Though the silver-haired man had sensed the danger, before he could react and pull his mind from the card, the sound of flesh being pierced resounded, following by a cold feeling in his chest and weakness.
Cough! With a cough, the silver-haired man dropped the card from his hand, making it fall onto the stone ground, making clanking noises like metal. The lights on its surface still glowed brightly, as the man coughed, his trembling arms grabbed his chest, covering a large hole that was the size of his hand.
Golden-red blood gushed out repeatedly as his eyes grew hazy when he slumped over and fell onto his knees with his other arm on the ground, his blood further forming a pool around him, giving him a pitiful look.
'Who? Who could do this to me?' The man thought with shock on his face; he knew just how strong he was, while he started weaker than most due to his lack of battle experience, upbringing, and other factors. Once his talents had awakened, and he trained himself, there weren't many who could defeat him, especially after he had advanced to Level 799, achieving the peak of the Master Ranking, earning his title as the Silver Death God.
If anything, those who stood above him were only the strongest beings and experts of the world, and none of them should've known his current location as well as the extremely secret mission that he had chanced upon.
While his life was slowly fading away, and he felt his strength falling by the second, the silver-haired man turned his head and stared at the entrance behind him.
There, a figure stood in silence, a person that had no presence as though he stood there, it seemed as if he didn't exist. The person wore a golden mask that covered the upper portions of his face and had long shining purple hair that flowed before him due to the draft. His eyes were narrow and slender like that of a woman's as they looked at the world with arrogance.
In a flash, he had appeared at the silver-haired man's side, looking down on him with contempt as he took up the card from the ground with a smile and spoke, "You've done well Silver Death... or rather, Nero Valstine. Rest in peace, as I'll take care of the rest."
Nero was shocked at he looked at the man that stood over him, never in his life did he think such a character would appear. He had never seen this man before in his life but had heard rumors of his existence, a pinnacle being that was even more famous than himself despite starting in his generation of Digitizers. A prodigy known as....
"Golden Spear Diyamite... how do you know my name? How did you know of this place? How did you know of this secret?' Nero cursed as if he was descending into madness.
Diyamite seemed to love this scene; he chuckled and replied, "The dead needs no such knowledge; as such, you shall only wallow in your despair. Now, let me send you on your way to the real 'Death God.' Come to me, my spear!"
In an instant, after his words, a bright golden light formed from nothingness, its light soon after condensed into a giant golden spear which hovered right above Nero's body.
Nero looked at this with a cold expression, he stared at death in the face and welcomed it. Despite his sad feelings and regret, his face showed an odd smile as he spoke one last time, "Diyamite, even if you kill me, no matter what happens. Someday, sometime, I will have my revenge, and this karma will return..."
Diyamite stared at the glowing card in his hand and smirked at those words, as he spoke, "Haha, we will see..." Not bothering to say anything more, the golden spear descended once more, shrouding all things with its light. Soon, the temple was enveloped by this light that covered all things, leaving nothing behind. The battle here never being told to anyone, as one of humanity's five rising talents, had faded not only from the present but history itself.
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