A/N: Dear readers, welcome to a journey where narrative and dialogue isn't just spoken but visualized in the form of dialogue bars. These bars serve as a unique lens into the characters' conversations, adding a distinct flavor to this narrative.

As you immerse yourself in this tale, remember that every dialogue bar is a deliberate choice, an artistic brushstroke shaping the canvas of the story.

Embrace the dialogue bars as an integral part of the experience, and let them guide you through the intricate dance of words and emotions within these pages.

Sample:

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As Bernard and his companions arrived, they were greeted by a scene that defied the boundaries of the macabre. The ground was a canvas of dislocated bodies, fractured joints, and seared flesh - a tableau of destruction wrought by Bethany's ferocious might.

Among them, Boid, who disliked a bloody scene, had no choice but to express his discomfort.

BOID: "Damn it, Bethany. Since when have you become this diabolical?"

BETHANY: "Did you have a better way of making them pay for what they did to Crestivenia?" Bethany argued with Boid, directing a scowl in his direction.

BERNARD: "[Suddenly interjects.] Enough! The fight isn't over yet. Moreover, there'll be a lot more of this bloody shit, so, you had better get used to it, Boid!"

Bernard and his formidable team strolled with an effortless elegance through the sprawling corridors of the Scale Shield's stronghold, indifferent to the cacophony of wailing security alarms echoing around them. The discordant symphony of sirens seemed to serenade their audacious intrusion.

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So, dear readers, as you delve into the narrative, let the dialogue bars become a familiar companion, guiding you through the intricacies of conversation and emotion in this unique storytelling adventure. Enjoy the journey!

READERS DISCRETION

[Note that some contents in this book may contain nudity, strong language, violence, and sex. Readers discretion is advised.]

AUTHOR'S PLEA

Dear readers. Please note that some chapters in this narrative may still be undergoing some editions. If you notice any typo flaw or error in vocabulary, kindly indicate it on the comment section so that I work towards it.

Thank you.

...RELIC OF THE PAST...

~Introduction~

It was not by chance that this tragedy came to him.

Beverly Hills had become a projection of his past losses. The city that was once his cherished and nurturing childhood home now stood as a mere reflection of his profound personal grief.

Yet, he was unwilling to move on, unwilling to leave the tragic past behind.

Over time, he even began to serenely embrace the distressing recollections and harrowing experiences associated with the city.

It was a tragedy that had become his inner demon, a catalyst for his profound hatred against those responsible.

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MODRED: "[Studies Mako with an uneasy expression.] Using that foreboding skill was rather bold. It might stir concerns within the Chaos Force if he manages to endure the ominous seal in the future," Modred noted with caution.

MAKO: "[Offers a confident response to Modred.] Fear not, sorcerer. While the iteration of this ominous seal remains unpredictable, none shall elude its grasp on sanity and the enslavement of will." His words carried a subtle undertone of both assurance and dark anticipation.

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Yet, the motives behind this wicked endeavor remained shrouded in mystery, a revelation with the potential to impact everyone who has ever known him.>>

Mako turned toward his crying infant niece, Alexa Blaze, retrieving her from the clutches of one of the Chaos Force minions. In a heartless grip, he ensnared his palm around her fragile, little neck, his expression devoid of sympathy.

YOUNGER DAVID: "[Sobs in grief.] ....Why, uncle? Why do this?"

MAKO: "[Turns his gaze toward David's battered figure.] I can smell the profound grief and hate that emanates from you, little nephew - the absolute stench of despair. It's a good thing - embrace it." Mako spoke out in a dark and sadistic tone while maintaining his grip on Alexa.

YOUNGER DAVID: "[Grits his teeth.] Tsk... In that case, it's pointless to ask a heartless beast like you. If I don't meet my end today, rest assured that someday, I will make you recount your existence in pain!" David's anguished voice resonated with a dark promise.

MAKO: "[Unveils a subtle sneer.] Humph. Someday, but not today."

Uttering these chilling words, Mako ruthlessly snapped the neck of infant Alexa before her brother, David, her lifeless body dropping limp and motionless, her haunting cries abruptly silenced.

This phenomenon struck David so hard to the very core of his being. He could already feel his sanity fading away and in the next moment, following his grieving cry for vengeance, a huge blast of reddish black energy engulfed everything......!!

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~Main story: Seven years later~

Suddenly, David jolted awake, gasping in panic. Sweat poured from him, his body weighed down by an overwhelming exhaustion.

It was the haunting nightmare again, a companion from his harrowing past experiences that seared within him. It had now become a norm for his every night's slumber.

With a weary effort, he rose to his feet and made his way to the central table, where a relic called the 'Map of Mysteries' lay awaiting him.

His gray eyes fixated on the intricate details, his attention focused on uncovering the elusive clues that led to some gateway.

It was through this gateway that he believed he could traverse into the world of superhumans - the TRIBE. As he studied the map, mysterious symbols subtly appeared, etched in a corner, hinting at challenges yet to be unveiled.

DAVID: "[Drags strands of his dark curly hair as he struggles to understand the map's content.] Ah, never thought that uncovering the secrets of this relic would be a tough nut to crack. If only father was here," his voice exuded a wistful tone, his gaze scanning through the ancient map.

He sighed, frustration and boredom clouding his thoughts as focus slipped from him. With little enthusiasm, he carefully folded the relic and tucked it away into his backpack.

The allure of the 'Map of Mysteries' could wait.

Right now, he had another day of routine ahead - a day of lectures at Beacon Seed Academy, where he'd just enrolled.

Intent on shaking off the weight of the morning, David made his way toward the bathroom. His mind had already begun to drift toward the mundane tasks of the day when suddenly - a loud bang from the entrance door shattered the quiet, the sharp sound pulling him back to the present, grabbing his attention.

DAVID: "By the heavenly one... Who the heck is at the door!?" David's voice resonated with an agitated tone, demanding the stranger's immediate clarification.

GARY: "Yo, dude, relax. It's me - your buddy, Gary Humbusberg. Seriously, man, are you ever gonna get it together? We're gonna be late for class again!" Gary stormed into the room, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

DAVID: "Tsk, Gary. I haven't forgotten about today's lecture. You should worry more about yourself. I'd only drag you down.... As usual."

GARY: "[Shrugs his shoulder with a sarcastic grin.] If that's the case, then it's fine by me... As usual,"

DAVID: "Mm, don't go complaining later on. Well, since you've got time to spare, I'll be on my way to prepare." David expressed a tired sigh before entering the bathroom.

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His jovial and carefree nature contrasted with David's more calm and reserved nature. It was likely due to their different experiences in life.

But they both shared something in common. It was watching out for each other as well as those around them.

David had come to know about Gary when he rescued the school teenager from a ruthless squad of street thugs one fateful night.

It happened that despite Gary's carefree nature, he was often targeted by bullies. This plight had initially cast a shadow over his life, fueling thoughts of despair. It was only when he encountered David that his spark for hope resurfaced.>>

Twelve minutes later, David stepped out of the bathroom, feeling revitalized from the long, invigorating bath. He had traded the weight of exhaustion for a sense of renewed energy. Dressed sharply, he wore a sleek gray suit jacket that fit him with effortless style, paired perfectly with matching trousers.

A pair of polished brown boots grounded his look, adding a refined yet bold touch to his ensemble. His backpack was packed with precision, ready for whatever the day might hold. With Gary faithfully by his side, he exuded a quiet confidence as they prepared to head off for another day at Beacon Seed Academy.

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~Hours later at Beacon Seed Academy~

In the dimly lit corridors, the chemistry class finally came to an end, much to the relief of the bored learners.

The faint scent of chemicals still lingered in the air, blending with the excited buzz of bodies moving from one class to the next.

David and Gary navigated the crowded halls, their footsteps echoing softly against the sleek, polished floors.

The background hum of students chatting and laughing filled the space, but it was Gary's infectious humor that stood out, slicing through the noise with bursts of laughter and sharp wit.

He reveled in spinning jokes across every topic, his energy as lively as the halls around them.

His teasing even extended to David, playfully recounting how effortlessly the latter had taken down a squad of Chaos Force minions the night before.

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But the following events that unfolded took a dire turn for them. In the blink of an eye, they were obliterated by the sheer divine prowess of their adversary, their fading consciousness unable to grasp the details of their demise.>>

Gary, still processing the intensity of David's abilities as well as the audacity of the Chaos Force, couldn't help but express his disbelief.

GARY: "Damn. I can't believe those sorcerers were daring enough to underestimate you. Were they tired of living?"

DAVID: "You can't blame their judgement towards me, Gary. After all, my super prowess as a brawler within the saint realm's hierarchy is considered trivial in their eyes. It's all thanks to this divine ability of mine that I stood a chance against them."

David replied, his voice exuding calm confidence. But behind his composed demeanor, a complex expression danced upon his face, hinting at the intricate origin of his unique power.

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His mind drifted back to a past when he and his second uncle, San Pedro, got attacked by a group of Chaos Force minions. That time also marked the day he acquired the coveted Map of Mysteries.

Modred, their leader, had gained knowledge of David's resurgence from the tragedy that occurred seven years ago. The notorious sorcerer also discovered David's intent to secure the coveted map relic that he painstakingly sought for years.

Unsettled and enraged, he issued a chilling decree for his minions to spare no effort in eliminating their teenage adversary.

David, who lacked the divine ability he now possessed, found himself ill-prepared to navigate such a perilous situation at the time. In a desperate bid for survival, he found himself compelled to yield to the ominous seal, a foreboding power he had yet to contain.

It was his last resort for self-defense.

But in doing so, he inadvertently became a threat not only to his enemies but also to his ally, and most hauntingly, to himself.

The dark turn of events that unfolded afterwards, resulted to the untimely demise of San Pedro, who became the catalyst for unlocking the 'Spirit Mode: Aura of the Divine' within David. This divine power became the turning point in the battle, allowing David to contain the ominous seal and fortify himself against the malevolent sorcerers.

As for his uncle's selfless act, it etched with a great sacrifice.

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DAVID: "If there's one thing that I learned during my years of battle with the Chaos Force, it is that they cannot be underestimated. They lack honor and can be mischievous and shameless. The key things to watch out for is their unholy strength in numbers, as well as their abilities to disguise and summon dark creatures." David explained to Gary as they finally exited the hall premises, striding through the open fields.

GARY: "[Expresses mixed emotions.] I see, mate. That's truly troublesome. It's no fun to be tangled up in such a hell situation, constantly having to watch my back for those annoying cunts-"

Gary had barely finished his sentence when he unexpectedly bumped into one of the school's arrogant bullies. It was Jeffrey Alocost and his seven squad, known for their notorious endeavors within the school premises.

The eight of them had created a reputation that preceded them. Tales of their ruthless encounters with students circulated like urban legends, making even the bravest think twice before crossing their path.

JEFFREY: "If it isn't the fragile Gary. So much for being watchful of me, huh? Do you really find cunts to be that annoying?"

GARY: "I wasn't referring to you..." replied Gary in a solemn tone.

JEFFREY: "You've grown balls, you little twig! You dare talk back at me?" Jeffrey questioned Gary with a scary expression on his face, his voice etched with intimidation.

GARY: "I-l never meant for trouble! I was just having a conversation with my best buddy right here." Gary responded to Jeffrey with an uneasy tone, occasionally flickering glances at David's idle direction.

He hoped that the latter would intervene.

JEFFREY: "[Glance at David before redirecting his gaze back to Gary.] Humph. You already asked for trouble the moment you bumped into me, you fragile punk." Jeffrey cursed.

GARY: "Please Jeff...."

JEFFREY: "Hahaha! Boys, did you just hear this twat? He dared to fucking look me in the eyes and say my name casually." Jeffrey turned to his gang with a sudden burst of hilarious laughter.

Dragging his gang's attention to what Gary had said, Jeffrey suddenly turned on the unsuspecting teenager with a punch, intent on knocking him out cold.

However, it was also at this critical moment that David snapped out of his idleness and intervened on his friend's behalf.

DAVID: "[Swiftly grabs hold of Jeffrey's fist.] Hey, cut it out. I think that's enough."

JEFFREY: "[Scowls at David.] What? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

DAVID: "No one precisely.... Just an emotional being trying to stand up for his friend,"

JEFFREY: "[Furrows an eyebrow, scowling even deeper.] Fine! You've just ordered for your death wish!"

Jeffery forcefully released himself from David's grasp, then reinforced with another punch, which was way more focused than his previous attempt.

However, David casually evaded the punch without effort and countered back with a bone-breaking slam on Jeffrey's arm making the bully wince in pain.

Not giving Jeffrey a moment for recovery, he unleashed a barrage of follow-up swift punches, each one connecting with the bully's ribs and leaving him gasping for air. And just as Jeffery thought David was done, he was met with a devastating uppercut that sent him flying backward and crashing onto the ground.

DAVID: "Anyone else!?" David turned to the remaining gang of bullies to know who else might as well be daring to confront him.

The seven gangs appeared shocked and speechless by what they had just seen, hesitation palpable in their expressions. But shortly afterward, their uncertainty transformed into that of desperation.

In unison, they charged at David, some with clubs and hidden weapons while the rest relied on their fists.

But still, nothing changed.

Even with their combined efforts, they were clearly no match for him. Each and every one of them was effortlessly taken care of by him, and not even a single sweat was visible.

For cunts like this, David didn't need to rely on his abilities. His physical prowess was sufficient to handle a bunch of mere losers.

After swiftly dispatching all the bullies, David nonchalantly returned to Jeffrey's disoriented figure and seized him by the shirt collar.

The bully's pitiful figure lay helpless, his tired knees struggling to keep him upright as he knelt on the ground. Undeterred, David tightened his grip on his opponent as he prepared to deliver the final blow, his fist poised to strike.