His Ferocious Self

Mahendra's loss of consciousness, making him appear dead, was caused by the presence of the God of Dreams—Morpheus—who made him dream. The dream wasn't chosen by Mahendra; Morpheus simply brought forth the person's most desired dream. However, as the God of Dream, he could, of course, alter Mahendra's dream as he pleased.

Deep in his heart, there was a buried yearning and an unforgettable pain, where he had forgotten the memories of his childhood. Mahendra was feeling a mix of joy and sadness at this moment.

Meanwhile, Morpheus laughed softly, his elegant demeanor still present as he looked at Mahendra with disgust. He was surprised that the Devourer Destiny before him was having such a naive and childish dream.

"Is there something wrong with my dream?"

Feeling insulted, Mahendra ran, splashing the puddles he stepped in. A dagger was in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.

The crescent moon was shrinking, and the night sky felt even darker. A flash of emerald light was visible for a moment, instantly cutting through something, but the blade got caught on a few silver threads that had apparently taken root in the air around them.

"You might be able to hurt me, but that doesn't mean I can't hurt you."

The dagger's blade, which should have been strong enough to cut through an Orc's thick hide, was easily shattered by the silver threads.

Mahendra stepped back and put away his dagger. With a serious expression, he was thinking of another way to attack. However, it was too late. Mahendra realized that the silver threads had touched every part of his dream.

Countless sharp silver threads floated in the air as if bound to the sky and the earth, even slicing through his dream realm. Everything Mahendra had dreamed of, including the images of his family, was shattered into pieces like broken glass.

Mahendra was startled, but he couldn't save this dream realm on his own. Morpheus controlled everything, including Mahendra’s neck, which was now bleeding from a single silver thread.

"My Star-Silver Threads cannot be seen directly; they are just a glimmer of light, but they also create illusions."

His father, mother, and even his sibling were torn into several pieces. All the fragments now floated irregularly in the air, and a drop of blood began to seep from the edges of each glass shard.
They looked wounded, even worse than just being hurt.

"You were like this before!" Morpheus's voice rose. He clenched his right hand, making the glass shards break into even more pieces, and blood flowed heavily from them like a river.

Still clenching his right hand, Morpheus held it out to Mahendra, then opened his fist, letting a shower of sparkling red glass fragments fall.

"It's so easy to make your mind waver," Morpheus said, holding Mahendra's bowed head.

The dream realm began to shake violently. In an instant, the surrounding silver threads turned blood-red. A dark aura of negative human emotions radiated from his body. When Morpheus saw this, he smiled.

"Good, I'll let you slowly fall apart. Remember your true self. Because you really don't belong in a peaceful world."

Morpheus made him fall into his memories, which were deep within his soul. He was reflecting on an old memory through a dream within a dream that would later awaken Mahendra.

The dark red sky didn't obscure the red full moon. Instead, a black circle made the moon stand out, and its size was quite large, almost rivaling the expanse of the sky.

The ground was hard and hot, and the screams from all directions sounded like the cries of pain from the inhabitants of hell. 

There, a man with waist-length black hair looked disheveled and covered in blood. He ran along a straight path, followed by thousands of enemies. He took all their attacks and cut them down with various weapons and incredible hand speed.

No one could hold him back for even a second. Even with thousands of enemies using long-range weapons, magic, and all sorts of powers, the result was the same.

The grimy man kept running and mercilessly destroying every living creature that kept attacking him. Each of his steps made the ground crack as if the world would crumble.

Tens of thousands of magic troops were destroyed by a single ancient spell he cast. He stood under the red sky for a while and muttered something indistinct.
After a few more moments, he turned around and looked at a dozen powerful beings called "Gods" with his red eyes.

"Hahaha!" He laughed heartily as if he had been given the most beautiful gift imaginable.

"You again?! Haven't you had enough of hunting me?!"

The man moved as fast as lightning, a wide grin showing his teeth, making his face look even uglier. In his right hand appeared a large sword the size of a human, formed from the blood of his enemies.

The result?

Even though the Gods had used all their strength, the dozen gods now lay under his sword.

The man—the Devourer Destiny—smiled, licking the blood spatters from his face.

"Was that... the me from before?"

Mahendra saw everything. But he was only half-believing and half-not. He hoped to deny it completely, but that was impossible.Other memories buried in his soul were more or less the same. Just a merciless massacre, a sadism that made him look like a demon, and the loss of human empathy. He was even worse than a monster.

Attack after attack, the blood spilled wasn't a little. He did it in self-defense, but his cruelty was more than it should have been.

Until a beautiful archangel descended upon this dirty and polluted world. Three pairs of white wings flapped, dropping life energy that at least made the ground grow plants again.

"Stop all of this!"

Without a second thought, the Devourer Destiny jumped as if he could fly, taking to the air and attacking the angel, though the angel managed to withstand the brutal assault.

Up there, just a few exchanged attacks made the sky shake. The angel, who managed to hold on for just a few minutes, made the Devourer Destiny a little uneasy.

The powers of light and darkness wounded each other, eroding and taking a bit of each other's consciousness. But in the end, the angel was hit by a fatal frontal attack and fell into the ocean.

At that moment, the angel thought, "Even if I have to wait for thousands of years, I will make sure that when I wake up, I will kill him immediately."

The light energy surrounding him began to form a black crystal that sealed him for his recovery. He began to slumber for tens of thousands of years.

Even though it wasn't completely over, the bad memories had unconsciously made his body remember certain things, so that his real body, which was still lying down, started to go berserk.