Chapter 66: Those Who Worship Violence Will Ultimately Die by Violence

Chapter 66: Those Who Worship Violence Will Ultimately Die by Violence

‘Amsan, I should have told you many times: the responsibility of a Starbearer is to protect, to create—not to destroy.’

‘Because destruction is always easy, while protection and creation are incredibly difficult.’

‘We humans have stood at the top of the world for so long not because of overwhelming violence, but because of wisdom and civilization.’

‘Violence is merely the byproduct of wisdom, the armament of civilization.’

‘Right now, you can rely on the immense power granted by the Star Origin to unleash your violence as you wish, bringing fear and despair to ordinary people who lack a Star Origin.’

‘But have you ever considered this: if someone stronger than you, more violent than you, someone with even greater destructive power than you appears in the future—how will you face them?’

The white-haired elder tapped the dojo floor lightly with his bamboo sword, and the old wooden planks gave off a worn, aged sheen.

Twelve-year-old Yong Amsan sat formally on a cushion, fists clenched on his knees, clearly dissatisfied with the elder’s words.

‘I just won’t let someone like that appear, right?’

Hearing this, the white-haired elder shook his head in disappointment.

‘Amsan, such a person will appear—inevitably. Because all of our achievements are built upon the shoulders of those who came before us.’

‘If no one had kept those powerful Starbeasts sealed and far away from human lands, you wouldn’t have survived long enough to ever encounter that Star Origin.’

‘If no one had studied and deciphered the principles of Star Origin long before your time, you wouldn’t have been able to master its power so quickly.’

‘Amsan, you think the reason you stand where you are today is solely because of your own efforts, step by step, with no help from others.’

‘But in truth, that’s only because your eyes can see the vast sky above your head, yet fail to see the countless hands beneath your feet holding up the ground you stand on.’

‘Amsan, from the moment you arrived in this world alive, you were already receiving the gifts of civilization.’

‘If not for the wisdom and the lives sacrificed by countless predecessors to create the “tomorrow” you inherited, then your “today” as Yong Amsan would never have existed.’

‘And since you have already accepted this gift, you are obliged to use your own wisdom and life to secure a future for the countless people who will come after you.’

‘But right now, in your eyes, I see none of the wisdom a human should possess. What I see… is nothing but the endless rage and destruction of a wild beast.’

‘So leave, Yong Amsan. Right now. Immediately. Get out of my dojo.’

‘Master… you’ll regret this.’

‘Regret? The only thing I will ever regret is my kindness today; I will never regret driving you out.’

‘Because I clearly have the power to strangle a demon in its cradle, yet because of mercy… I am choosing to let it go.’

‘So leave, Yong Amsan—before I change my mind. If you remain here any longer, I will kill you myself.’

Many years later, now with one foot already stepped into the realm of a second-order Starbearer, Yong Amsan returned to the dojo he had left as a child.

And he came back with only one purpose:

To prove that he had been right.

Amid the flames, Yong Amsan looked down at his master, who was already on the brink of death, barely clinging to life.

His voice was cold as he said, ‘Master, I told you you would regret it.’

But Yong Amsan’s master was unmoved.

He stared at Yong Amsan and spoke the exact same words he had said the day he banished him from the dojo.

‘Cough… Regret? Yong Amsan… I’ll say it again. I have never regretted sending you away. I only regret not killing you sooner.’

‘Remember my words, Yong Amsan. The way you treat others today… others will treat you the same way one day.’

‘Because those who worship violence… will one day die by violence all the same.’

Hearing these words, the furious Yong Amsan immediately stomped hard on his master’s chest, then pressed his right palm against the old man’s head.

Boom!

When the scorching lava completely engulfed the elder’s skull, Yong Amsan turned and walked out of the dojo, now nothing more than scorched earth and thick smoke.

‘Die by violence? Then I only need to strangle every potential threat in its cradle.’

With that, Yong Amsan walked away, turning his back on the collapsing, burning dojo as he disappeared into the mountains.

As Yong Amsan’s life flashed before his eyes, the anime scene returned to the present.

Staring at the Dark Grey launched from Tendou’s fingertips, Yong Amsan suddenly understood the words his master had spoken all those years ago.

And he also realized just how disastrously wrong he had been all these years.

Yes, Yong Amsan had killed many prodigies and eliminated countless sources of potential danger.

But he could never kill all the geniuses in the world. Nor could he eliminate every possible threat.

At the same time, his obsession with violence had made him forget the wisdom and creativity that defined humanity.

Because of that, his strength had stagnated for years.

If he had never left the dojo and chosen instead to heed his master’s teachings… If he had never betrayed the Association and instead followed its rules… Then everything might have turned out completely differently.

Boom!

As Tendou’s Dark Grey bloomed before Yong Amsan’s eyes, his head dissolved into ash within the black radiance.

“Amsan!!”

Watching Yong Amsan die completely at Tendou’s hands, the distant ‘Claude’ let out a roar unlike anything before.

Claude’s a Dark Starbearer, his moral standards were low and he had committed countless unforgivable acts—a true villain by any definition.

But being lawless didn’t mean Claude lacked human emotions entirely.

As a standard Machina Type Starbearer, the creation of each robotic unit under Claude required advanced electronic components—and also metal materials of extremely high durability.

But as a Dark Starbearer, Claude had no way of legally obtaining such materials in the open.

This was where Yong Amsan, with his magma ability, became indispensable.

Using his powers along with the metal formulas Claude acquired, Yong Amsan could help forge metals perfectly suited for crafting robotic bodies.

Over time, though both were rebels hunted by the Association and rejected by society, their bond grew deeper and deeper.

Otherwise, Claude would never have sacrificed one of his valuable robotic bodies in the past just to buy Yong Amsan a chance to escape.

Thus, upon witnessing one of his very few—perhaps his only—friend die at Tendou’s hands, the rationality that should have defined a Machina Type… completely shattered.

“Mechanical Shrine—Overlimit Armament!!”

Overlimit—meaning to surpass one’s limits.

It refers to a Machina Type gaining a burst of overwhelming power in exchange for drastically shortening the lifespan of their robotic units.

And depending on the Machina Type’s strength level and the maximum potential of their machines, the power boost and the way it manifests after activating Overlimit differ entirely from person to person.

In the anime, the moment Claude’s true body shouted “Overlimit Armament”—on the beach, the robotic unit suddenly disassembled itself into thousands of intricate mechanical parts amidst crackling sparks.

The instant these components appeared, they swarmed like bees receiving a command—transforming into a ferocious metal swarm that shot straight into the palm forest beside the fluorescent beach.

The metal swarm sliced through palm trees like they were nothing, cutting each one cleanly in half as it flew deeper into the forest toward Claude’s true body.

There, Claude sat upright in a specially designed wheelchair.

A mass of data cables and power lines extended from the wheelchair’s backrest, plugging precisely into the ports on Claude’s spine and the back of his head.

At the same time, the returned components began a completely new assembly process, using the “wheelchair” beneath Claude as the core structure.

Before long, a five-meter-tall humanoid mech, fully encased in metal plating, stood prominently before the viewers across the dimensions.

And seeing this stylish mech—and Claude sitting inside the cockpit—the cross-dimensional audience didn’t hold back from expressing their appreciation for its unique technological aesthetic.

“Damn, no wonder this guy always looks like he’s about to die—turns out he’s the kind of guy who can pilot a freaking mech!?”

“Flesh is weak, ascends through steel—join the glorious evolution!”

“Bro, he’s a villain! Why is he allowed to look this cool!?”

Under the stunned gazes of the audience, Claude—having activated Overlimit Armament—bulldozed through the surrounding trees with overwhelming force and charged straight toward Tendou on the glowing beach.

But staring at this humanoid mech bursting with technological flair, Tendou’s eyes weren’t on Claude inside the cockpit at all.

They were fixed solely on the imposing, stylish mech Claude was riding.

Even though he had already seen this mech in the original anime, the visual impact of seeing it in the real world was on a completely different level.

The scorching steam blowing from its hydraulic joints, the blue electrical arcs flickering from the signature reactor in its chest, the metal plating reflecting sunlight in sharp, distinctive glints—everything combined into a perfect display of mechanical aesthetics.

If Tendou himself were a Machina Type Starbearer, he would’ve dragged Claude out of the cockpit on the spot just so he could pilot this five-meter steel monstrosity himself.

In the Deep Blue Metropolis’ Dark Starbearer quartet, Claude had originally been more of a utility-oriented support member.

His optical camouflage, and his data-transfer ability that mimicked short-distance teleportation, gave him support capabilities few could rival.

But excelling in support didn’t mean Claude lacked combat ability.

On the contrary—among all Starbearer types, the Machina Type wasn’t quite top-tier, but it absolutely stood solidly in the T1 category: a full-fledged combat type.

Thus, with Claude now unleashing a “limit-breaking” burst of power at any cost, his direct combat strength had already completely surpassed Yong Amsan—the one who had always charged at the front lines until now.

And at this moment, Tendou felt something he hadn’t experienced in a long time—the joy of battle.

“Finally… something interesting.”

Watching the mech’s massive iron fist rocket toward him under the thrust of its jet engines, Tendou’s azure eyes lit with excitement.

He neither dodged nor retreated—he simply raised his own fist and punched back!

BOOM!

The instant their fists collided, sparks burst from the mech’s joints, and its overheated frame spewed thick white steam.

It was clear the impact had far exceeded the mech’s structural limits.

At the same time, a visible ring-shaped shockwave exploded from the point of impact, blasting the surrounding beach as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, sending sand spraying in all directions.

After that single punch, Claude’s five-meter mech staggered back five or six meters before barely managing to stabilize itself.

As for Tendou, although the sand beneath him collapsed into a half-meter crater, and several geyser-like pillars of glowing sand shot into the air around him, he himself hadn’t taken even one step back.

The winner of the clash was obvious.

“You’re definitely more interesting than that fire-spitting piece of trash…”

Tendou rolled his shoulder with a satisfied twist, clearly enjoying the slight soreness from the blow.

Then he stretched out a hand toward Claude, who had already rebalanced his mech, and crooked a finger with a grin:

“Come on. Show me where your limits really are.”

Hearing this, Claude remained silent for a moment inside the cockpit.

Then, without hesitation, he revved the mech’s engines and charged at Tendou once more.

Watching the utterly arrogant Tendou on screen, and recalling the explosive spectacle of their first clash, the cross-dimensional audience felt their blood pumping, yet at the same time, a question emerged in their minds.

Tendou was supposed to be just a Trait Type Starbearer.

So why had his close-quarters combat ability—ever since the Deep Blue Metropolis arc—been overwhelmingly above the level of typical Enhancement Type or even Transformation Type?

Does Vector Control, his Star Origin, come with physical enhancement effects?

Or… is the one who’s truly strong not the Star Origin, but Tendou himself?

Just as the audience grew increasingly puzzled and curious, the anime scene shifted once more.

And this time, what appeared was the scene from earlier—inside the Ember Base, where Tendou was training in the “gravity chamber.”

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