legacy of the nameless god

Yamato and his squad reached a remote village called Leria three days later. A sleepy town surrounded by wheat fields and broken stone roads. It was supposed to be a quiet stop. Just a rest before moving again.

But nothing was quiet for long.

The village had already been evacuated. Luci sniffed the air, eyes narrowing. "They knew we were coming."

"Not just knew," Silvie murmured. "They're preparing something."

Yamato stepped forward, frowning. The village was too still. Too neat. No broken glass, no signs of panic — just abandonment. Then he saw them.

A dozen figures in white armor stepped from the shadows. Two wore masks of gold, signifying high-ranking paladins. Behind them stood a man with silver hair and a woman with robes stitched in divine runes.

A priestess.

They weren't ordinary soldiers.

"You are the one the saint saw," the silver-haired man said. "You bear the mark of power. You are dangerous."

Yamato stepped forward, annoyed. "You don't even know who I am."

"You don't have to be known to be a threat."

They moved as one — casting spells, lunging, shouting divine chants.

And Yamato screamed.

"NOOO! I DON'T WANNA DIE YET! I haven't even shown the world how awesome I am!"

But nothing happened.

The holy fire stopped inches from his face. Swords shattered mid-swing. Divine chains turned to smoke.

Yamato blinked. "Huh... am I in heaven?"

Luci walked up beside him, laughing. "Nah. Still in hell."

The enemies stood stunned, wide-eyed. The priestess dropped her staff, her lips trembling.

"No mortal should've survived that..."

"Yeah, well," Yamato said, holding up his wooden sword, "guess I'm not mortal."

He swung casually.

Wind exploded.

The air cracked and howled as invisible pressure blasted from his sword. The buildings around them shattered. The stone road split. Trees bent and broke.

The village vanished in a scream of divine force.

When the dust settled, only a crater remained — and Yamato, standing tall at the center.

Luci crossed his arms. "Bit excessive."

Rec howled joyfully.

Yamato laughed, throwing his head back. "HEHEHEHE! My legend starts now!"

Smoke curled into the skies above Leria's remains, rising like a signal fire to the heavens. All that remained of the once peaceful village was a crater, the surrounding hills scorched bare by divine wind. What hadn't been annihilated had simply ceased to exist.

Yamato stood in the center, wooden sword over his shoulder, wind brushing his hair back as his cloak fluttered dramatically.

"Hehehehe…" he chuckled, grinning like a madman, "my legend starts now."

Rec, in his tiny wolf form, barked in approval.

Luci stood beside him, arms crossed. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, amused and impressed.

"That was excessive," he muttered. "I love it."

"You sure we should've let him go that far?" Silvie asked, her voice calm but distant. She floated a few feet above the ground, her hair glowing slightly, her divine aura barely restrained.

"They were going to kill me!" Yamato protested. "Or try to."

"Try being the key word," Luci smirked.

Silvie didn't respond. Her gaze lingered on the empty crater, on the remains of divine spells that had cracked and fizzled against Yamato's skin like raindrops on stone. Not even Luci, the God of Demons and Darkness, could've ignored the power Yamato had just unleashed.

Even she had felt a tingle.

And that never happened.

Yamato looked down at his wooden sword. It hadn't chipped. It hadn't even splintered. That single wave had destroyed everything. The air around him still hummed with divine pressure.

"Damn," he whispered. "I'm really that guy."

Luci laughed. "You've always been that guy. The world's just late to the party."

Elsewhere… Within the Holy Empire of Noa

The golden cathedral towered above the capital, bathed in morning sunlight. Within its grand halls, a dozen high priests gathered around a kneeling girl — the Holy Saint of Noa.

She trembled violently, her mouth open, eyes wide, golden energy pulsing from her forehead as if trying to burn its way out.

Another vision.

When she finally collapsed, the room rushed to her aid. She gasped and looked up at the Arch-Priest.

"He destroyed the entire village… with a wooden sword," she whispered, voice shaking. "And he's… he's not human. But he's not a god either."

"Then what is he?" asked one of the paladins, eyes narrowed.

"I… don't know," she admitted. "But he laughed. He laughed and said, 'My legend starts now.'"

The room fell silent.

The Arch-Priest gritted his teeth. "So the rumors were true. The handsome wanderer from town to town. No one paid it any mind… but now we know. The one from your dream. He's awakened."

"And we don't know what he is…" whispered another priest.

"Then treat him like a threat," said the Arch-Priest. "A threat unlike any other. Prepare the God Slayers. Send word to Yashrit. Summon the oracles. If he's a Legacy, we need to understand who blessed him. If not… then the world may have just born a new god."

Meanwhile… In a Kingdom Far to the East

In the ancient ruins beneath the Black Peaks, a dwarven scholar trembled as he read the last page of a buried tablet. It told of an age before gods, of beings that walked between realms. Of a divine soul split across time.

And the final line read:

"When fire meets starlight, the God Kin shall rise."

The scholar dropped the tablet, his breath catching. "God… Kin?"

Yamato lay on his back beneath the stars, arms behind his head, grinning.

"Not bad for a day's work."

"You flattened an entire village," Silvie murmured.

"They evacuated first," he said defensively. "You said so yourself."

"They evacuated because they thought you might fight back," Luci added. "They didn't know you'd nuke the whole area."

"Well… now they know."

Luci stared at him for a moment. "You know what's coming, right?"

Yamato turned his head. "What?"

"War. Fear. Worship. Hate. Obsession. Every kingdom that fears the divine will want you dead. The ones who revere the divine will want to use you. And the ones who are divine…"

Luci's grin sharpened.

"They might just want to test you."

Silvie closed her eyes. "The balance is already shifting. The moment you destroyed that village… the gods felt it."

"Good," Yamato said. "Let them come."

He sat up slowly, his eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

"I'm not hiding anymore. If this world wants to know what I am…"

He stood.

"…they'll find out the hard way."