Author Note: Hello, this is the author! Before you read this fic I would like to apologize for the first chapter being really short. I was short on time and I wanted to get it out as quickly as possible. The rest of the chapters will be way longer. I also want to point out how this Fic will have canonical divergences. The story will follow a similar layout but it will have new characters, new lore, character's that may have lived and some that will die. I am also going to change the power scaling in the story. There will not be any more OP characters like in the original story. For example Hajime will be strong but it will come from training, experience and learning. Not from just eating monsters and hacks. This Fic is mostly going to fixate more on the political, war and strategy in the arifureata world while blending in Hajime's journey. I am also going to be going more in-depth into the characters. There will also be a completely different ending and a separate arc for the fic. Thanks for reading! Please follow, favorite and review the story it greatly helps with my motivation. Have a wonderful and awesome day!

Chapter 1

There was no sun and no hope…in this pit, in this living hell.

The deep caverns blocked any source of sunlight, the long and winding tunnels prohibited of any natural light to grace there very skin. Never less the only sunlight that could be found down in this pit, would be thousands of miles away. The hissing of basilisk riddled their ears with there shrieks, there horrible voices ripping into their ear's drums.

It's seven heads fixated on something ahead. There claws pounded to get closer, there several heads zigging around as their multicolored faces zoomed and hissed at their target.

A young man…

He stood in the center. His breathing was rasped and ragged, his clothes were in tatters and his armor was peeling from his body. Blood steeped from the sides of his mouth and nose, his breathing erratic like a wild mutt.

His left hand went to his stomach, he groaned in pain as his shattered ribs pressed along his lungs. Though, he couldn't help but smirk. His bloodied lips sinking into a disfigured smile as the insanity and madness began to take over.

The pinky and ring fingers on his left hand were bent in odd directions, though he wrapped them and his right hand along with his sword. Squeezing as tightly as he could as he planted both feet along the unsteady cavern floor.

"Come on then, you fucker!" His voice roared and echoed through the cavern. The hissing of the hydra only growing as they moved closer and closer. He further wrapped his hands around the leathery handle, he uprooted his sword as he leveled it in front of himself as the hydra pounded closer and closer.

"Yue!" He screamed, more blood flooding from his open mouth. The broken blade of the steel sword catching the gleam of the monster's crimson eyes. He turned around; his gaze unsteady. "I'll take care of this fucker, take care of Hajime!"

He turned back around; his smile disfigured as the pain shot through his spine like hot tendrils of agony. He held the weapon in front of himself, the orange of the hydra's flames catching the gleam of his ripped-up iron chest plate.

"If we're called…we answer…" He murmured underneath his breath; he raised his head after speaking those words as he felt the coldness of death slowly wrap around him like a blanket. The chains trying to force him down as he sneered at the beast.

His messy blond hair was dyed with the crimson of blood, of both monster and himself. The fierce cut over his forehead, doused his left eye nearly sealing it shut, it hurt to squint through it. Two shining orbs of his blue eyes were all the monsters saw. His determination fueled him as he felt the adrenaline and the beat of his heart pump into his veins.

He could see the cold air after each breath he took. He lifted the broken iron sword as he readied it with both hands in front of him, the tip going down the handle was broken. The iron blade nearly cleaved fully in half as the gleam of crimson danced along the sides of the weapon.

However, he didn't stop. His feet pounding along the stone floor as he advanced forward. His gaze uncertain but his mind was clear, clarity and fear the only thing pushing his two unsteady feet forward as he grappled along the broken blade.

He was fighting for those two…

Even if he died here, even if this was the end. He would be glad, this life of his…defined by blood and the loss of friends and allies. If this, was it? "If we're called…we answer!" He screamed even louder, his voice booming like a war drum as his mouth latched like a rabbit mutt.

He snarled as he cut into the hydra as the battle was once again about to continue.

One Month Ago