Amidst the hustle and bustle of a tavern that stood gracefully at the edge of town, under the dazzling moonlight above the endless desert, a mysterious man, known by the moniker "Moon of the Desert," sat with a sharp gaze. "I believe there is information here," he murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the surrounding noise. His name, Moon of the Desert, was fitting; like the moon illuminating the darkness, he traveled in search of the truth hidden behind a veil of mystery. He had received a special assignment directly from the king: to search for any signs of the existence of gods around their kingdom. On the other side of the table, a dialogue between two figures caught his attention. A bald man with a piercing gaze and a man with a relaxed demeanor and long stature were engaged in a discussion. "You know, in the middle of the desert, some people have seen storms," said the bald man, his voice low but clear. "Isn't that normal?" replied the long man, his eyebrows raised

The sand breeze whispered amidst the silence of the desert, heralding an air of anticipation, as if foretelling that the day was poised for a momentous event.In the heart of the kingdom, within the walls of a grandiose palace, the atmosphere brimmed with tension. The king, standing solemnly on his balcony, gazed towards the distant horizon with a furrowed brow, his expression a mix of anger and impatience.For what seemed like an eternity, he had been awaiting news—news of the elusive deity he believed could be the key to resolving the crises facing his realm, and news of his kingdom's cherished Heavenly Dancer, who had mysteriously disappeared without a trace."No news yet?" the King demanded, his voice heavy with irritation, directed at his advisor who stood loyally by his side."No, sire. Despite our exhaustive search, the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dancer remain unknown," the advisor responded, his tone laden with regret and disappointment."And what of the Moon of the Desert? H

Moncik stood tall, his imposing figure cast in shadow by the black mask that concealed his face entirely, save for the glint of his eyes piercing the darkness. Beside him, two figures, one male and the other female, known by their codenames Blue Rat and White Rat, shared the space. Tension radiated from them, a palpable force in the air as they adjusted to the surge of energy they had just received from Moncik. This energy infusion marked their entry into a new echelon of power.Moncik, who had ascended to the fearsome pinnacle of cultivation known as the "True God" realm, exhibited a rare smile. He had just imparted a portion of his formidable power to his subordinates, signifying their promotion. "Blue Rat, White Rat," he announced in a voice both heavy and calm, "you have now ascended to the realm of the Domain Master.""Thank you, boss," they responded in unison, their loyalty to Moncik unwavering. He was not just their leader but the revered head of the Hell Rat assassins, a grou

In a secluded valley, the air was filled with the sounds of buzzing and explosions. Amidst this chaos, the Blue Rat moved with agility, telling himself, "I must hurry!" as he observed the ground beneath him disintegrating. With a remarkable leap, he escaped just as the ground where he had been standing collapsed.Lucas, poised and serene, lifted his hands towards the heavens. With a calm yet forceful tone, he invoked, "Heavenly Thunder." The sky responded instantly, unleashing a torrent of lightning aimed at the Blue Rat.This battle was intensely fierce. Lucas appeared to wield boundless power, fresh from a confrontation with a woman known as the White Rat, and now engaged in combat with a man bearing the title of Blue Rat."I hope you don't perish too swiftly," Lucas declared with a snort, his enmity towards this cabal of assassins deep and unyielding.The Blue Rat, gasping for air, evaded each assault. "This is impossible," he whispered, narrowly avoiding another lightning strike t

Lucas looked around, his eyes adapting to the darkness that enveloped the room. Beneath his feet, skulls were scattered about, making a crunching sound every time he took a step. The cold air touched his skin, enhancing the already eerie atmosphere.Despite the room seeming sealed, there was an inexplicable current of air.A mysterious man, his head wrapped in a black bandage, stood imposingly before him. Faint light from an unseen source cast their silhouettes against the walls, which were adorned with ancient symbols."Lucas," the man's voice resonated, heavy and echoing off the stone walls. "You have failed in your mission to save our world."Lucas recognized the man as Moncik, the one who had bestowed upon him the power of the "mist technique," a unique ability Lucas had integrated with his other powers."Why is he so powerful?" Lucas pondered, bewildered by Moncik's strength, the leader of the Hell's Tiksu assassins.The man sighed, his tone calm yet authoritative. "Your obsessio