The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

(A/N: Before you say it, yes, I know. But fear not—we are not going to have a long backstory. The story is in the present, so visiting the past will be brief, but it will contain everything we want and what is required for future developments.

I will only use a single chapter to show the memory’s effects on him. Then, as the story progresses in the present, I will keep revealing more of the past and how it connects to the present.

Let’s get into it, then.)

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The Dark Star Witch Temple is one of the five witch temples in the tormented world. It is also the strongest of the five, and the temple Fruity joined after he completed the three required tasks.

The tasks were three.

He first had to kill an entire domain of monsters down to the last; then he had to steal a horn from the Dark Flame Chaos Dragons, and last, he had to pluck a single feather from the Hunting Harrow.

He completed all and joined the temple.

Then, he began working his way through the ranks.

He started as a Witch soldier, and after a decade of completing missions and contributing actively to the Dark Star Witch Temple, he managed to rise to the rank of Witch General.

That was all he wanted, for Fruity had come solely to enter the Bloodline Awakening trial.

Two years.

That is how long it took when he entered the trial. Five of them entered, and he was the last to come out.

That day, when Fruity awakened his bloodline, the heavens darkened, and tribulation clouds surrounded the Bloodline Awakening tower.

Thousands had to flee, with even beasts at the Void, Chaos, and even Ascension stages fleeing for their lives.

That day, when the violet-haired monk was lifted into the air and the heavens came down, the tormented world shook.

Fruity spent two days battling the heavens just so he could live his life as the 4th Paragon.

The tribulation was so catastrophic that by the time he was done, everything within thousands of miles was reduced to nothing.

He had battled the heavens, and he had won.

Now, standing atop a tall mountain, feeling the energy coursing through his body, he could only smile.

“I have jumped the Great Sage stage and gone straight to the Sovereign stage, and I am already at its peak,” Fruity muttered.

“Congratulations, Master.” Yuying appeared out of thin air, a smile on her lips. Fruity smiled back and sat down in a lotus posture, remaining like that for a whole month.

During that month, he met with his third and second incarnations. It was the first time he had met them, yet it felt as though they had known each other for many years.

Fruity learned much about what it means to be a Paragon.

When he woke from his meditation, Yuying had already prepared what he needed to embark on one final journey filled with blood and carnage.

“Master, do you think it’s time to unlock my seal? That will help me assist you more and even allow me to connect with the rest of the Paragon Guards,” Yuying said, standing before Fruity.

“What is this seal, and how do I unlock it?” Fruity asked.

This was the first time he had heard of such a thing. He had no idea there was a seal on her body preventing her from using her strength at its peak.

“The seal appears whenever we awaken. Whenever you reincarnate, the soul of all paragon guards goes to the Paragon Stars, and when you are reborn, we are reborn as well.

However, since the new bodies we are born into cannot house the star qi, a seal appears on our bodies, preventing us from using our full strength.

You are the only one who can break the seal, and it is through intimacy. So, Master, do you wish to have sex with me?” Yuying asked.

That day, the renegade monk tasted the forbidden fruit, and it was sweet—so sweet that he craved more. Luckily, his past self had been perverse enough to create nine Paragon Guards, all of them female.

This meant he would have nine women devoted to him, each created from an aspect of his being.

Yuying was born from his emotions. Thus, in all of existence, she was the only one who could truly understand his feelings.

But as she had said, the act of intimacy was a means to awaken her true power. After that blissful night, Yuying grew stronger, and through their connection, they encountered Thyra, another of the Paragon Guards.

Thyra was a princess of the Dark Flames Chaos Dragons—the very dragons from whom Fruity had stolen the horn so he could join the Witch temple.

She joined their team, and together, they began preparing to return to the world of Valeria, where seven nations would fall.

These seven played a part in the unfortunate incidents that befell him, from when he was a mere child to when he became a monk.

They took many things from him, and so, for 30 years, Fruity, Yuying, and Thyra moved from one planet to the next, growing stronger and searching for the rest of the Paragon Guards.

After 30 years, Fruity managed to rise to the Void Stage and procure more from their travels. They also located three more Paragon Guards. It took 30 years, but everything turned icy when Fruity appeared in Valeria again.

For five good years, Fruity and his guards moved from one sect to the next, from one mercenary to the next, from one kingdom to the next, and from one empire to the next, destroying everything.

During those five years, the legend of the Renegade Monk was heralded, and Fruity fulfilled the promises he had made to avenge his uncle’s monks, who died protecting him.

But that wasn’t the only thing that happened; much more transpired. By the time Fruity turned 100 years old, he had exacted his revenge and rebuilt the Mountain Forest Monastery, where he stayed with his guards.

However, with his uncle’s monks no longer around, he grew lonely. So, he set out into the starry skies, where he began spreading the legend of the Renegade Monk.

It took him 400 years, but he managed to connect with Anna and Lucy’s past selves, and they spent 3000 years together before they departed.

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This was when Fruity also began to recognize his purpose, which was to create the next path for his fifth incarnations.

He finally understood why the Nine Reinarnations Divine Bodies was created for the true Paragon of the Nine Stars.

So, the ladies left to chase the path of reincarnation he had prepared for them.

But before they left, he placed the Paragon Destiny Mark on them. However, they weren’t the only ones he marked.

He could see it now.

During his travels, he had met a young spearman who was exceptionally talented. The spearman was something akin to a contract killer sent to kill him.

However, one thing led to another, and they became brothers.

They called him Axel back then.

However, he is now known as Mason—the same Mason he butted heads with but who had since taken his advice, ended his relationship with his toxic girlfriend, and focused on his cultivation.

When Klaus opened his eyes from that memory, tears rolled down his cheeks as the seal suppressing his bloodline had finally been undone.

The Paragon of the Nine Stars had finally recalled one part of himself, and it was, as he had been told, immensely powerful.

He had now truly become his fourth incarnation, and the strength coursing through him said it all.

He raised his hand, and three golden keys appeared.

“Anna, Lucy, and Axel, it’s time to wake up and fight with me again,” Klaus said.