In a world drowned in white, a lone figure stood.

Max.

White hair, a steady stance, both hands gripping his sword.

His eyes remained closed, his breathing calm.

For hours, he didn't move.

Then—

A single stab.

The motion was simple, almost effortless—

Yet—

At the tip of his sword, something formed.

A wheel, violently rotating, light gray in color.

It hummed with a strange, eerie energy—

As if twisting reality itself.

Max exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto the phantom-like construct before him.

"Finally…"

A small smirk played on his lips.

"I can perform the first move without any mistakes."

His eyes flickered with satisfaction.

The Evil Wheel of Samsara—

The first step to mastering Voidborne Edge.

Max narrowed his eyes, studying the spinning wheel before him.

It was flawless in form.

Yet—

It lacked something.

The Evil Wheel of Samsara should have been drenched in malice, radiating an aura of death and despair.

According to the technique.

But this—

It was hollow.

Incomplete.

Max sighed. He knew why.

To bring out its true power, the wheel had to be infused with Slaughter Aura—

Or even greater—

The Concept of Slaughter.

But—

Max possessed neither.

And without them—

This technique was only a shadow of what it was meant to be.

'That means the Evil Wheel of Samasara and the Voidborne Edge along with Crimson Havoc Fist were designed to be evil techniques?'

Max's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, his mind swirling with the weight of his revelation.

The Evil Wheel of Samsara pulsed before him—dark, ominous, hungry.

It was a construct of death, a technique crafted from the endless cycle of carnage.

Yet—

Something was missing.

The wheel trembled, as if resisting its incomplete state.

His brows furrowed.

It's not whole… because I lack Slaughter Aura.

It was a requirement. The technique stated that the Evil Wheel of Samsara could only reach its true peak when imbued with the essence of slaughter itself.

But—

What if it didn't have to be?

His thoughts spun.

"The only difference between Voidborne Edge and Crimson Havoc Fist is that the former can be used without Slaughter Aura, while the latter cannot."

His own words lingered in his mind.

That meant something.

A connection.

A fundamental truth hidden beneath the techniques.

Max's gaze sharpened.

Could they have originated from the same power?

It made sense. Both were overwhelming techniques, both carried destruction in their core, and both resonated with something deeper—the essence of slaughter itself.

Moreover, the blob also mentioned the two techniques were originally a pair.

Max's gaze flickered back to the Evil Wheel of Samsara.

It was waiting.

It pulsed, swirling with potential, as if expecting him to take the next step.

A wild thought surged through his mind.

"What if… I use another aura?"

His fingers twitched, excitement and uncertainty warring within him.

This was reckless—insane, even.

The Evil Wheel of Samsara was designed to feast on slaughter, to thrive in the blood-soaked chaos of battlefields. It was created as an instrument of death—nothing more, nothing less.

But did that mean it was limited to only that path?

Max exhaled slowly.

He had never accepted limitations.

Not in his abilities. Not in his techniques.

His Fusion State Aura had evolved because he refused to be bound by what others deemed possible. His techniques had merged because he willed it so.

This could work.

Or it could rip him apart.

'I might as well try it.'

The moment the thought took root, Max moved.

His eyes locked onto the Evil Wheel of Samsara, its swirling gray surface exuding a cold, ominous stillness. It was a force meant to cycle through death and rebirth, thriving on slaughter—a technique bound to the essence of carnage.

But Max?

He refused to be bound.

His grip tightened around his sword, the edges of his fingers glowing as he channeled Fusion State aura into the blade. A dense, structured energy surged forth, its sheer force warping the air around him.

It moved toward the wheel, slow at first—then all at once.

For a heartbeat, the technique responded.

It trembled. Shifted. Began to accept the foreign power—

Then—

BOOM!

The Evil Wheel of Samsara exploded.

A shockwave ripped through the air as fragments of gray energy shattered like glass, dissolving into nothingness before they could even hit the ground.

Max didn't flinch.

His frown deepened, eyes sharp as he observed the aftermath.

It wasn't just broken.

It had rejected the Fusion State aura completely.

The Fusion State aura—his most refined, perfected force—had been utterly incompatible with the technique. It had been torn apart on a fundamental level.

Max frowned when he saw that but he didn't lose hope and tried again.

This time, he didn't rush.

This time, he moved with patience—with precision.

He took a slow, controlled breath, sharpening his focus, clearing his mind.

With a steady motion, he thrust his sword forward.

Once again, the Evil Wheel of Samsara materialized before him—its swirling gray construct pulsing in rhythmic waves, rotating violently, as if hungry, as if waiting to be fed.

But this time—

Max wouldn't force it.

Instead of overwhelming it with sheer power, he focused on something far more important—

Control.

He gathered just 1% of his Fusion State Aura, the absolute minimum, letting it flow into his sword—not directly into the wheel, but into the blade itself.

The air hummed as the energy pulsed faintly—adjusting, stabilizing, adapting to the medium.

Seconds passed.

The balance held.

Now came the final step.

With slow, deliberate movement, he channeled the stabilized Fusion State Aura toward the Evil Wheel of Samsara.

The moment the energy made contact with the rotating construct—

BOOM!

The wheel shattered.

Again.

Its fragments dissolved instantly, erased as if it had never existed.

Max's frown deepened.

His gaze lingered on the empty space where the wheel had been.

"It failed again."

A quiet frustration settled in his chest.

Was his Fusion State Aura fundamentally incompatible with the Evil Wheel of Samsara?

Or—

Was the technique itself so rigid that only Slaughter Aura could ever refine it?

"No, that couldn't be..."

Max's fingers tightened around his sword, his thoughts racing.

"If Fusion State Aura doesn't work… then what about the others?"

Without hesitation—

He tried Sword Aura first.

The Evil Wheel of Samsara formed once more, its eerie gray glow steady, humming with ominous energy. Max focused, guiding a thin thread of Sword Aura toward it.

The moment it made contact—

BOOM!

The wheel shattered instantly.

Max's expression remained unreadable, but his mind had already moved on.

"Sword Aura is a no-go. Let's try Flame Aura."

Another attempt. Another wheel forged into existence.

This time—Flame Aura.

A surge of heat spread outward, fire coiling along the edges of his sword. He controlled it, guided it, letting the scorching energy seep toward the construct.

BOOM!

Same result.

Max sighed. If he were any other warrior, he might have believed that only Slaughter Aura could refine this technique.

"Third time's a charm."

He conjured another Evil Wheel of Samsara, its eerie gray glow spinning steadily before him.

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But this time—

Purple lightning crackled around his body.

It surged wildly, untamed, bolts of electric energy streaking across his arms, dancing along his blade.

Max guided them, compressing every flickering spark onto his sword, letting the energy hum with raw intensity.

Slowly. Carefully.

The first few sparks crawled from his sword—

And touched the wheel's surface.

Then—

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