After witnessing the Sorcerer world of a thousand years ago, Caelum stopped wandering aimlessly.

Instead, he settled down in a nameless mountain village for a while.

For the first time in a long while, he decided to slow down.

Most of his days were spent researching Origin Reversion Technique on his own.

At its core, Origin Reversion Technique was still just a technique.

It remained bound by the rules of the Jujutsu World and could not truly let Caelum do absolutely anything he wanted.

But if he looked at it from another angle, the conclusion became obvious.

As long as something existed within the rules of this world, Origin Reversion Technique was effectively omnipotent.

Anything Caelum could imagine, he could recreate through Origin Reversion Technique.

He could even permanently materialize Special Grade Cursed Tools through techniques alone.

And so, time quietly passed.

Until one day.

A sharp infant’s cry echoed throughout the mountain village.

A child had been born.

The newborn’s appearance was horrifying.

Its face looked savage and wolf like, nothing close to a normal human infant.

The villagers were terrified.

"This is a curse!"

"A punishment from the mountain god!"

"That child is an omen of disaster! It will bring calamity upon the village!"

The rumors spread wildly.

Fear consumed the village.

In the end, under pressure from the villagers, the baby’s parents handed the child over.

The villagers offered the infant as a sacrifice to the mountain god, hoping to beg forgiveness.

Hoping to avoid divine punishment.

And so, only days after being born, the child was abandoned deep in the mountains.

The baby’s cries echoed through the forest, mixing with distant wolf howls.

"Hurry! The wolves are coming!"

"The mountain god’s messengers are here to reclaim the curse!"

The villagers fled from the mountain in fear and relief.

From beginning to end, Caelum simply watched everything unfold as an outsider.

He had no intention of interfering.

Nor did he say a word.

Instead, he observed the situation with clear interest.

The villagers were ordinary humans incapable of seeing the deeper truth.

In some ways, they were right.

The child truly was a curse.

At its core, the infant was half human and half Cursed Spirit.

Cursed Spirits were born from human negativity.

And this era was drowning in humanity’s terror of endless war.

Under those circumstances, this Cursed Spirit had entered the world in human form.

He was both human and Cursed Spirit.

The Cursed Spirit side of him had been born from humanity’s overwhelming fear of war itself.

The potential hidden within him was monstrous.

Even Graveflame at his peak would pale in comparison.

If allowed to grow freely, this child would absolutely become a catastrophe for the world.

Caelum did not care what happened to the world itself.

He simply found the child’s development fascinating, as though watching a movie.

Strictly speaking, Caelum himself was already the world’s greatest disaster.

After all, he had destroyed it dozens of times already.

That night, the baby’s cries finally stopped.

A pack of wolves surrounded him.

Then, within the deep darkness, a pair of blood red eyes slowly opened.

A savage and violent aura spread through the forest.

"Awooooo!"

The wolves instantly panicked.

After one terrified whimper, every wolf dropped to the ground trembling, too afraid to move.

The infant’s eyes glowed crimson.

Then he crawled upright and tore a wolf apart with his bare hands.

He devoured raw flesh and drank blood while slowly walking deeper through the mountains.

The child’s growth speed was terrifying.

In only half a year, he had already developed into a young boy.

After reaching the outside world beyond the mountains, he gave himself a name.

Fenrir.

Influenced by his Cursed Spirit nature, he instinctively awakened techniques and became a Sorcerer.

And from that moment onward, the Sorcerer world descended into chaos.

Fenrir’s growth was always accompanied by war and slaughter.

Everywhere he went became a river of blood.

Sorcerers.

Cursed Spirits.

Humans.

He slaughtered them all without exception.

No survivors.

His brutality quickly forced Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits into an uneasy alliance.

Even human nations had no choice but to join forces.

Together, they launched a massive campaign to exterminate Fenrir.

But the more intense the war became, the faster Fenrir evolved.

The stronger he became.

The allied forces were steadily crushed into retreat, suffering devastating losses.

Three years after the extermination war began, the human factions withdrew entirely.

The Cursed Spirit side was nearly wiped out.

Newly born Cursed Spirits chose to stand aside and watch from afar.

Only the Sorcerer world continued fighting to the bitter end.

By the time the war finally ended, all twelve hundred participating Sorcerers had died.

The Sorcerer world suffered catastrophic losses and no longer possessed the strength to continue resisting.

Risei, the man acknowledged as the strongest Sorcerer of the era, suffered severe injuries during the war and barely escaped death at Fenrir’s hands.

After that battle, he disappeared completely.

Rumors claimed he eventually died from his injuries, though no one knew the truth.

From that point onward, Fenrir inherited the title of strongest.

He reached the absolute peak of the Sorcerer world through pure violence and bloodshed.

No one questioned it.

By then, Fenrir had fully grown into adulthood.

His strength required no explanation.

As for his personality, he was vicious beyond words.

He treated every human life as meaningless.

Worse still, he genuinely enjoyed torture and slaughter.

The suffering of others amused him. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

His nature was twisted to the extreme.

Tyrannical.

Arrogant.

Overwhelmingly prideful.

Utterly self centered.

That was the kind of person Fenrir became.

Caelum summed him up in a single sentence.

"He’s basically the chosen child of fate."

Born extraordinary.

Practically standing at the finish line from birth.

If that was not destiny itself, what was?

After becoming the strongest Sorcerer, Fenrir completely indulged his desires.

He became the perfect embodiment of evil.

Until one day.

He returned to the mountain village where he had been born.

Without a single word, he revealed a cruel smile and massacred the entire village.

Including his own parents.

In his eyes, nobody in the world was beyond killing.

Emotional attachments and morality meant nothing to him.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Does killing people really make you that happy?"

Caelum’s curious question abruptly stopped Fenrir’s laughter.

Fenrir slowly turned toward him.

Recognition flashed through his eyes.

"I remember you."

"You were standing there watching when they offered me to the mountain god."

His memory was surprisingly good.

Caelum replied calmly.

"So?"

"So you deserve to die."

Killing intent exploded outward.

Fenrir’s eyes turned vicious.

"Every single one of you deserves to die!"

Violent Cursed Energy erupted instantly.

Boom!!!

A massive crater exploded across the ground as dust filled the air.

Then a figure casually walked out from within the smoke, gradually becoming clear.

Caelum remained completely composed.

"From my perspective, you’re just an arrogant brat who never learned his place."

As he spoke, an even more terrifying wave of Cursed Energy exploded outward.

Fenrir’s pupils contracted.

Before he could even process what had happened, his body was blasted away.