God's Space, Mysterious Youth

The mountains are home to many monsters known as Vakkens. These ape-like creatures are not only powerful but also possess the ability to possess human bodies.

The blizzards and the presence of Vakkens make Mount Hakobe a dangerous place; ordinary humans wouldn't dare go near it.

Of course, that does not include Makarov Dreyar.

Don't let his appearance as a tiny old man under a meter tall fool you; he is an incredibly powerful Mage.

Hmm... he's under eighty centimeters tall, so saying he's under a meter is technically correct, right?

No problem there!

Makarov took short, quick strides until he reached a rock face at the summit. The howling gale nearly swept him away.

After steadying himself, he pulled out a small, compass-like device and pressed it against the rock face.

Something miraculous happened. A massive Magic Array expanded outward, and the rock face rippled like water, revealing a transparent portal.

Makarov stepped inside, and the portal vanished behind him, turning back into solid rock as if nothing had ever happened.

In the blink of an eye, Makarov arrived in a forest.

"God's Space, needing reinforcement every ten years—what a hassle!"

Despite his grumbling, Makarov didn't slow his pace as he headed toward the center of the forest.

However, the deeper he went, the more something felt wrong!

"How can this be?"

He had been to this place many times, coming once every decade. Every previous visit, the area had been crawling with magical beasts, forcing him to clear them out and fight his way through.

But after walking for so long, aside from encountering a stray creature or two, he had barely seen any magical beasts at all. He hadn't even spotted a single one of the powerful ones.

"Could something have happened to the seal?"

This suspicion made Makarov's expression shift. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, his short legs moving with the speed of a sports car.

Bang!

A loud explosion in the distance caught Makarov's attention.

"Are there magical beasts fighting?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The commotion grew louder. Deciding to investigate, Makarov changed his direction.

As he drew closer, he could hear the howling of the wolf pack, a sound filled with a mixture of pain, sorrow, and rage.

He arrived nearby and leaped into a tree, looking down.

In the clearing below lay a pile of Gale Wolf corpses, most of them severed in two by a sharp blade.

Looking further ahead, a black-haired youth wielding a katana decapitated a Gale Wolf, causing the surrounding wolves to whimper in fear, not daring to approach any further.

"There's actually a human here?! There shouldn't be any humans in this place!"

Watching the youth below, Makarov's face was filled with disbelief.

"Why is this happening? Where did this boy come from?"

Just as Makarov was struggling to make sense of it, the youth below shook the blood off his katana and burst into laughter!

"Too weak! When the gap in strength is this wide, numbers cannot make up for it!"

He pointed his katana forward and declared arrogantly, "Are you going to keep sending your subordinates to their deaths?"

Makarov followed the direction of the blade and saw a majestic white wolf standing atop a rock, its size rivaling that of a bull.

This is...

Makarov was shocked. An S-Class Demonic Beast, the Moon-Howling White Wolf!

This Moon-Howling White Wolf was clearly the leader of the Gale Wolf pack.

"Awoooo~~~"

The Moon-Howling White Wolf let out a long howl toward the sky, and the pack of Gale Wolves joined in!

For a moment, the entire forest echoed with the wailing of wolves.

After the howling ceased, the Moon-Howling White Wolf leaped down from the rock and stood opposite the youth.

The Gale Wolf pack retreated, clearing space for the man and the beast.

Makarov's expression turned anxious. This was an S-Class Demonic Beast, with strength equivalent to an S-Class Mage.

S-Class was synonymous with power!

A mere youth could not possibly be a match for the Moon-Howling White Wolf!

Although he didn't know who the boy was or why he had appeared here, the kind-hearted Makarov could not just watch him lose his life to the wolf.

Just as Makarov was about to jump down, he heard the youth laugh out loud!

"Very good! Three years ago, I nearly lost my life under your claws. I have never forgotten that grudge—today is the day we settle it!"

Three years ago, Yun Feiyang arrived in this place for no apparent reason. To his shock, he discovered he had been rejuvenated, transformed into the body of a ten-year-old.

Suddenly appearing in a forest, he was bewildered!

Being in a place crawling with magical beasts, he was terrified!

Fortunately, along with him came a katana, the Demon Blade Muramasa.

This was an O-dachi, also known as a Nodachi. The blade was 1.5 meters long, incredibly sharp, and bewitchingly beautiful; it was a very famous cursed blade from the Island Nation.

The moment Yun Feiyang drew Muramasa, a set of sword techniques known as Mumei Shinpū-ryū flooded into his mind, becoming his own skill. This was the foundation upon which he could rely to survive here.

Mumei Shinpū-ryū—Yun Feiyang knew this ultimate technique. It was a school that commanded the wind, a killing art originating from Karakuri Zoshi.

It was a sword skill that fused Sword Qi with the wind, and its ultimate secret technique involved the Four Symbols Divine Beasts.

With this skill at his disposal, Yun Feiyang gained confidence and decided to walk out of the forest to see the world outside.

However, no matter how he walked or in which direction he headed, he could never leave this forest, which drove him to the brink of madness several times.

He couldn't help but suspect he had an idiot's sense of direction, just like a certain moss-head.

Was it actually that he couldn't walk out, or was he just walking in circles?

If that were the case, it would truly be a tragedy!

He had struggled, gone mad, roared, and vented, but in the end, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he couldn't leave.

So, after adjusting his mindset, Yun Feiyang found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to settle down. Every day, he either exercised his body or honed his sword skills, because this place was very dangerous, filled with magical beasts everywhere.

To hone his sword skills, he would actively seek out magical beasts to fight.

From being chased and hunted from time to time in the beginning to now being unrivaled throughout the forest, it had only taken him three years. He had fully mastered Mumei Shinpū-ryū and become a renowned swordsman!

The pack led by this Moon-Howling White Wolf was a hegemon in the forest. Relying on the strength of the Wolf King and the size of the pack, they could essentially do as they pleased.

Three years ago, Yun Feiyang had the misfortune of encountering the Moon-Howling White Wolf. After clashing once and locking eyes, he realized it wasn't an existence he could provoke, so...

He was chased by the Moon-Howling White Wolf for the entire way and almost died young!

Reflecting on his pain, he decided to master his martial arts—no, master his sword skills—before coming back for revenge.

Now was the time for vengeance!

Yun Feiyang pulled open his collar, revealing a hideous scar!

"It's been three years. This wound still aches from time to time, and it's all thanks to you. If I don't skin you and pull out your tendons, I won't be able to soothe the hatred in my heart!"

Seeing the boy so confident, Makarov decided to watch for a while, intending to step in and save him if things went wrong.

A flash of human-like disdain crossed the eyes of the Moon-Howling White Wolf as it opened its maw and spat out a Wind Bullet, which came flying toward him!

"Well come!"

Fighting spirit surged in Yun Feiyang's eyes. He sheathed his Muramasa with a backhand motion and assumed an Iaido stance.

It's coming!

Makarov perked up. He wanted to see exactly what kind of ability this youth possessed to dare challenge an S-Class Demonic Beast like the Moon-Howling White Wolf!