"Logan, you really plan to fight your own son?" said an older man who had an eyepatch with an X-shaped scar around the outline of his skin. He looked like a bulkier pirate or some kind of warrior assassin.

"Aragon, it is a father’s duty to teach his son discipline," Logan said with a stern voice as he stomped into the arena without any weapons. He was going to fight his son with his fist.

'Where exactly am I? What kind of world lets young kids fight each other to the death?' Drakos thought to himself as he looked at his hands which were covered in Seron blood. Drakos searched within his mind to figure out what the hell was going on. All he knew at this moment was that he acquired the Heroic System—everything before that was just a big blur.

Logan stomped his foot down. A surge of wind and bluish aura exploded out of his giant body. Drakos’s father was about 6,8 ft tall while Drakos was just 5,4 ft. The size and body mass difference was insane. Yet Drakos stood his ground.

'Does he plan to use to that power on his son?!' Aragon gritted his teeth and clenched the stone edge of the coliseum battle arena balcony. He was the Wise One of the Warrior Clan of this village—a clan which was part of the Phoenix Kingdom, which was home to the Rulers and so-called gods of this world; a Kingdom filled with riches and young beauties.

Logan's eyes started to glow a neon blue color and a misty steam puffed out from his nostrils like he was a wolf ready to devour its prey. His eyes widened and turned more primal, his veins popping out all around his biceps and entire body. It was like the visible blueish energy around him was buffing up his body. Suddenly the energy around him started to form a massive Buster Sword made up entirely of Logan's Qi. The blue energy was indeed his own aura which was molded and forged to make the Buster Sword.

'That must be his Phantasm,' Drakos remembered the stats and powers that he chose for his Heroic System. He knew that a Phantasm was a manifestation of one's weapon of choice—it could be any weapon, even a common knife—but the one that was in front of him was a goliath destructive weapon that made everyone in the arena roar and chant for Logan to slay his own son.

'What the fuck is wrong with these people? Are they all insane?' Drakos gritted his teeth. Planet Earth was nothing compared to this hellish, brutal world. In the background, Drakos saw a bunch of young warriors like himself who were in life-threating conditions, all of them covered in bloody wounds and scars. These young warriors must have been through extreme training to enlist in the army.

Drakos looked at them and then clenched his fist. 'So this new world isn't like some Isekai bullshit, only the strong survive here. If that's how it is…' He looked up at Logan with his beaming golden eyes. He was going to unleash his Phantasm; he figured the only way to do that was to either release out his Qi or mana—enough to form his Phantasm—just as Logan did.

In a split-second, Logan charged ahead with his Phantasm Buster Sword that was made with blueish Qi energy and some mana particles. He struck forward, however, in an instant, the Phantasm weapon was quickly gripped by a massive Wolf creature's powerful jaws. This giant wolf resembled the Mythical Fenris Wolf, except it was covered in hellish, blueish flames. The wolf made of Qi and Mana howled thunderously as it charged ahead with the Buster Sword Phantasm in its mighty jaws!

'That is his Soul Form! Shit!' Drakos's eyes widened—he had never seen such power before in his mortal life. This was the stuff of legends.

"Show me, son, just how powerful you really are. I have waited all my life for you to finally awaken your powers," Logan gave a cold glare at Drakos as he punched forward, his icy blue eyes turning more primal and wolf-like by the second. It was like he was becoming a wolf beast himself. As Logan punched forward the Spirit Wolf followed his movements, howling as it drew closer to Drakos.

'Phantasm, activate!' Drakos said, commanding his Heroic System. Nothing happened. 'Dammit! Soul Form unleash!' Drakos punched his fist down on the snowy stone ground of the battle arena. The results were the same.

""ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The Spirit Wolf Howled as it struck Drakos head-on.

'Is this really how I die? No. Not again! Never again! I will become powerful! No matter what!' Drakos thundered, as a gust of reddish and black Qi and Mana blasted out from his young body. His entire village clothing was ripped to shreds by the sheer power that was being unleashed from his body. The ground started to shake and rumble. Then it quaked and started to crack.

"What is this power?" Aragon’s face was full of fear.

"It’s a demon! The Devil’s Child!" screamed out all of the villagers.

'No, this can't be...How did my brother become so powerful?!' Kara was now shaking at the sight of her own beloved brother turning into a complete monster. Her whole world was turned upside down.

Kara's older sister also watched in horror, her mouth wide open. Her long, crimson hair fiercely fluttered from the amount of pressure formed in the battle arena, and her insanely large breasts jiggled wildly everywhere like watermelons in a tornado. The two sisters watched their brother form a Phantasm never seen before in this world. What was even more shocking was that their own brother was never able to summon his Phantasm! This day was getting crazier by the second.

Golden glyphs spun around Drakos's young body and some black glyphs appeared below his feet. Suddenly, glowing blood-red and gold markings started to form all around Drakos’s biceps, and soon they spiraled downwards to his forearms and knuckles. It was like he had a glowing tattoo wrapping around his arms. A loud thunder-strike was heard in the distance—his Phantasm had awoken from within. It was said that a Phantasm had a soul of its own—that the weapon itself was a part of its wielder. On this very day, everyone would come to know who Drakos was.