Chapter 407
by post_apiChapter 407: The Dead Insane Warrior
In the dimly lit alley, a horrifying face emerged. It was covered with crisscrossing scars, making it nearly impossible to discern what this person once looked like.
Upon hearing the girl’s scream, Red Moon paused momentarily. She didn’t say much, simply turned around, and left the alley.
I don’t mind.
“Sorry! Sorry!”
Suddenly, the girl shouted from behind, her voice loud and desperate, as though she was begging for forgiveness.
Red Moon’s terrifying face cracked into a smile, her mood inexplicably lightened.
Well.
In the end, she realized she hadn’t saved the right person after all.
Heart City was a colossal metropolis within the Air Alliance, home to tens of millions. Its scale rivaled Tatsumi City, and in many respects, even surpassed it.
At the heart of Heart City stood a magnificent golden statue—a tribute to the “Demon of Justice.” Colorful lanterns in the shape of carp dragons adorned the streets. People in elegant attire leisurely strolled through the temple fair, their laughter echoing under the night sky.
This city was vibrant, brimming with culture, and home to extraordinary people.
Centuries ago, this land revealed the existence of extraordinary powers. In Heart City, those who wielded such powers believed the Flow of the Heart was the most potent system. As such, many extraordinary beings here practiced the art of “Flow of the Heart.”
“Ha ha… It’s as lively as ever.”
Red Moon walked through the bustling streets. She wore a wide-brimmed hat and a veil that obscured her face, her vintage attire blending her into the crowd.
She had lived in Heart City for several years, but only a few knew the truth—Red Moon, the infamous Dead Insane Warrior, was a sinner.
“From head to toe, everything had transformed into this appearance. Even those dark lines were hidden… which turned out to be a fortunate thing.”
Under the pale glow of the moon, Red Moon made her way to a small room on the city’s outskirts.
Inside her modest rented space, she wasted no time pulling out a large bottle of wine. With a practiced hand, she poured herself a drink and gulped it down.
“Ding dong!”
After feeling slightly tipsy, she disrobed and stepped into the bathroom. Warm water cascaded over her near-perfect curves.
“Hmm… refreshing! Hahaha!”
No matter the discomfort or sorrow weighing on her, once Red Moon drank, her mind filled with nothing but euphoria.
Cheers, cheers, cheers! Hooray!
The rushing water revealed a body that might have been flawless—if not for the horrific scars that marred her flesh. Any who dared gaze upon it would feel their stomach churn.
Among her few possessions was a relic—a crimson-patterned warrior’s sword, a relic of civilization known as the Strong Devil.
The Strong Devil was simple yet potent. It bestowed immense strength to its wielder. The more powerful the adversary, the greater the sword’s enhancement.
“Be strong when facing strength!”
Yet the sword came with a cruel price. Each time Red Moon fought for the weak, every swing of the blade etched an unremovable scar upon her body.
“Darn, can’t it be exchanged for a different price?” she grumbled after stepping out of the bathroom, draped in a yukata.
She slumped in front of an old, static-filled television and began fiddling with it.
“Wah… Why is it so blurry? Do I need to hit it a few more times?”
“Boom!”
“Ah, how did it disappear! Oh no! It took my money!”
Her dismay turned to
frustration as the screen went
dark. With no other
entertainment, Red Moon
retrieved an old photograph
from her bedside table and
stared at it in silence.
“…If I could go back in time,
would I still pick up this
samurai sword?”
Perhaps, she thought, the
answer had always been fated.
Red Moon had been born into
a sinner settlement near Heart
City. Her beauty and talent
earned her access to
exceptional training and
resources.
But five years ago, her tribe
clashed with another—a
savage and ruthless enemy.
In the lawless wilderness, the
enemy launched a sudden
attack. Red Moon’s people
perished one by one.
Dragged into a room alongside
her mother, Red Moon
resisted with all her might. And
then, in the depths of her
despair, she heard it—the voice
of the enchanted sword.
She reached into her heart and
pulled forth the blade.
Its dark power surged through
her. For the first time, she felt
as though she had been truly
born. With fierce determination
and an unparalleled instinct
for battle, she defeated the
enemy’s strongest warrior.
Thus, the Dead Insane Warrior
was born.
Five years had passed since
that day. Red Moon’s mother
had succumbed to illness, and
Red Moon herself had
smuggled her way into Heart
City.
Here, she lived in secret.
Covered in scars and without
identification, she struggled to
find work or purpose.
“Let’s go to sleep.”
She lay down, the weight of the
past heavy on her shoulders.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the
silence.
[Dead Insane Warrior Red
Moon, you have been chosen
by destiny.]
Instinctively, Red Moon leaped
to her feet. Without hesitation,
she drew the Strong Devil from
her heart.
The demonic blade glowed
crimson, its eerie light cutting
through the darkness of the
room.
“Who?”
Bai Yan observed the character
card of Red Moon, the Dead
Insane Warrior.
“Quite useful… if you’re willing
to invest resources,” he
muttered.
But Bai Yan had made one
change.
“World’s ender has arrived!”
And so, he prepared to unleash
her potential.