The accomplishments established by the Fist King, Neiji Rockhardt, were somewhat of a legend in Gladiator Island Ginunhive of the Sacred Vollachian Empire―― No, had once been a legend.
Having been met by the tragedy of the Authority of Gluttony, now with both Name and Memories plundered, no one anywhere who knew of the achievements established by him as a gladiator existed.
On the Gladiator Island, wherein strength was used for exhibition, Neiji, solitarily, using his empty hands as weapons, had survived hundreds of deathmatches, to finally attain the right of liberation from slavery.
Conceiving the refined fighting spirit in his fists, intercepting swords and daggers, before his fists which shattered steel any obstacle whatsoever was equivalent to a maiden’s soft skin. He likely could have been termed as the one to have beaten the most humans to death in history.
With his inordinately brutal nefarious techniques, the Carnivorous Beast, Beli Heinelga, was a rare serial killer who had made the Holy Kingdom of Gusteko shudder―― No, once had made it shudder.
Having been met by the tragedy of the Authority of Gluttony, now with both Name and Memories plundered, the vast counts of misfortune and precepts he had yielded as a murderer remained not in anyone’s memories.
By birth, Beli had displayed abnormal growth, and acquired strength of physical body impossible to be realized in average humans. And, embracing the men of his liking to death, he had piled up copious atrocious crimes.
Superhuman strength which his enormous build materialized, and sturdy skin which sustained not a single scratch from swords and daggers. This murderer, who sought touch and warmth, had been one of the most dreadful, feared criminals, along with the Bowel Hunter.
The career history of the Leaper, Dorkell, was an eccentric one. Formerly a merchant living in Kararagi City-States, Dorkell had been a deviant who had disengaged from his path upon hearing the voice of something not human―― so he had once been.
Having been met by the tragedy of the Authority of Gluttony, now with both Name and Memories plundered, the truth of him having become a laughingstock for many as a deviant vanished, with no one who remembered that existing, any more.
One certain day, Dorkell discarded his life including his wife and children. And, opting for the path espousing that which did not exist, he became a freak who chose to have contact with the Witch Cult.
Though Dorkell had manifested a paramount power differing from magic, it deviated from the doctrine of the Witch Cult, a heresy within heresy banished even from the Witch Cult.
In other words, they were transcendental beings, from the kinds of enigmatic persons, eccentric persons, and deranged persons.
Impossible to be matched by ordinary humans, they remained unfinished by the mere virtue of being themselves as well; being blended together with all possible kinds of Memories within Gluttony, they had been finished into articles of greater superlativeness.
What would be the consequence should Neiji Rockhardt obtain Beli Heinelga’s endurance and Dorkell’s ability of phantom teleportation?
It would be, the fruition of a singular brutal, fiendish, atrocious existence seldom seen throughout time.
Until now and amongst all of what yesterday had held, the Sin Archbishop of Gluttony, Ley Batenkaitos had not achieved that.
For within the grand hotpot named his self, by blending all probable kinds of Memories together, he feared the very existence named himself being taken into the hotpot.
However, even if he were to drink up the contents of the mixed hotpot, he would not be taken in―― at the very least, that was what Batenkaitos’s notion had come to be.
And since it had come to be so, he experimented what all he had never ventured to do until now, possessing not the slightest of qualms or hesitance for breaking the established bounds of his own self.
For the Gourmet who ate every possible kind of excelling, transcending talent, history, potentiality in this world, utterly―― all until the very horizons of “gourmet delicacies”, persisting in amassing it all within oneself, was precisely whom Ley Batenkaitos was.
Thus, on this day, what was born in the Tower situated at the eastern edge of the world, was a Warlock agglutinated with every technique and odd talent, regardless of heredity and posteriori.
The Warlock possessed arms which destroyed all, possessed a flesh body which did not take damage from any type of attacks, possessed magical arts which rejected and countered any possible technique, and was endowed with even the wisdom, genius and intellect to grasp everything that existed.
No matter how extensive a survey should be taken of history, never had there been a being who excelled in every single kind of ability to this extent, and neither would any other take birth hereafter, for thousands of years to come.
This, was a selection of the world’s possibilities, brought forth by the abominable calamity referred to as a Witch Factor.
Born from the grand hotpot which condensed solely excelling articles, the supreme “gourmet delicacy” itself――
Ram: “――You shall be given three chances.”
With that rare existence before her, the young girl with pink-colored hair uttered with three fingers raised.