THE LAST LEGEND:AMANE

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Summary

the forbidden 2011 Theory, when the digits of the year align, the barrier between our world and the 4th Dimension shatters. For centuries, humanity lived in blissful ignorance, but the countdown has finally hit zero. The "Primeval Monsters" are no longer myths—they are hungry, and they are here. ​Amane, an ordinary high schooler, finds himself dragged into the heart of the void. There, he encounters the spirit of Ekans—the First Legend. In a flash of golden light, Amane is branded as the last descendant, inheriting a power that defies the laws of physics. ​He isn't just a boy anymore. He is a Vessel. ​Though he lacks full access to the divine realm, his mastery over the blade and his supernatural strength have reached god-like levels. But as the sky bleeds crimson and the terrifying Vorgath: The Soul Eater emerges from the shadows with a bone-chilling laugh, Amane realizes he is the only thing standing between humanity and total extinction. ​The Hunt has begun. The Legend has awakened. And the 4th Dimension is hungry.

Genre
Action
Author
Kana
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
1.0 1 review
Age Rating
13+

Chapter 1:the awakening of the vessel

The ancient manuscripts always spoke of a chilling calculation: 2 + 0 + 1 + 1 = 4. According to the 2011 Theory, when the sum of the digits aligns with the four corners of the universe, the veil between worlds thins. It marks the resurrection of the Primeval Monsters—creatures that once turned civilizations to ash.

Amane, a quiet high schooler with messy black hair, never believed in myths. But today, the sky over his school had turned a bruised, bleeding crimson.

As he walked through a shortcut, the air suddenly distorted. A ripple in space-time swallowed him whole, dragging him into the 4th Dimension. It was a void where gravity didn't exist, filled with floating shards of glass reflecting his own past and future.

A voice, deeper than the ocean, boomed through the vacuum:

"Amane... the blood of the First Legend awakens. I am Ekans. You are my descendant. Take up the mantle."

Amane screamed as a searing heat branded his right palm. Suddenly, centuries of forgotten swordsmanship flooded his brain. His muscles tightened, and his reflexes sharpened to a supernatural degree. He didn't have access to every divine power yet, but his strength was now beyond human limits.

With a violent flash, he was spat back into reality—landing in a construction site where Zark, a notorious local thug, and his gang were waiting to ambush him.

"Nowhere to run, Amane!" Zark sneered, swinging a heavy chain.

Amane didn't blink. In a blur of speed that the human eye couldn't track, he moved. Before Zark could even breathe, his chain was sliced into a dozen tiny pieces. Amane stood there, his hand resting on a phantom hilt that only he could feel.

But the victory was short-lived. The ground began to rot, turning black. From the shadows emerged a towering, bone-white demon with stitched skin and hollow eyes—Malphas, the Harbinger of Void.

Malphas didn't growl. Instead, it let out a high-pitched, distorted laugh that echoed in Amane’s soul. The monster’s jaw unhinged, revealing rows of jagged teeth as it stared at its new prey.

The prophecy was true. The hunt had begun.