Title: Effects on Earth After the Vampire Attack
After the first wave of vampire attacks, Earth was no longer the planet it used to be. The invasion opened a rift between worlds, allowing not just vampires—but entire classes of terrifying demons from the Demon World—to pour into human cities.
The surviving humans lived in constant fear. Some lost their sanity, unable to bear the sight of their loved ones dying or transforming into monsters. Many chose to end their lives rather than fall prey to the horrors that now roamed freely.
Once, Earth had laws—justice systems that punished even a single act of murder. But now, murder had become normal. Blood painted the streets, and the air reeked of death. Kindness became a weakness. Trust was a trap. Every person for themselves.
The world had fallen. And in the midst of the chaos
Title: Where's MONG Temple
The horse Kumamoto had claimed in his last battle was no ordinary steed. Since coming into his hands, it had begun to reveal extraordinary powers—it could fly, and more impressively, teleport across vast distances. With unwavering resolve, Kumamoto mounted his companion and charged toward the feared MONG Class zone.
[Flashback Begins]
In the shadows of the crumbling temple, the Skull King whispered the path to the Demon World.
"You want in?" the Skull King rasped, his hollow voice echoing through the bones around them.
"You must pass through the MONG Class. It's the first gate. That class exists on the far side of Earth… the side the world dares not speak of."
Kumamoto clenched his fists, fire burning in his eyes.
"Then I'll go. I'll make Human Class the First Class—no matter what."
The Skull King stared at him in disbelief.
"…That aura… You're not just human, are you?"
[Flashback Ends]
With the wind slicing past him, Kumamoto soared across the sky. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a scene below—a grotesque, rocky demon bullying a small child. The demon was ripping jagged pieces of stone from his own body and hurling them like weapons.
Kumamoto descended in a blur of light and dust. In a single strike, he shattered the demon's arm and sent him crashing into the ground. The child looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Who are you?" Kumamoto asked, kneeling beside him.
"I… I live in a cave nearby," the boy replied nervously. "My class is Groot. The one who attacked me belongs to the Rock Hand class. Our classes have a long-standing rivalry. Honestly… war could break out at any moment."
The boy's eyes lit up with cautious hope. "You're strong. Really strong. Will you… help us?"
Kumamoto paused, then nodded. "Do you know where the MONG Class is?"
"Yes. They live on the opposite side of the Earth… But I know their exact location. I can guide you. But please… help us first."
Kumamoto stood tall. "Alright. Take me to your home. I'll help your people. But you must promise to show me where the attack will come from."
The boy looked toward the horizon with fear.
"They're planning to attack… our home directly. We don't have much time
Title: KUMAMOTO vs. ROCK HAND
By the time Kumamoto arrived, it was already too late—the attack had begun.
Explosions of stone echoed through the air as Rock Hand demons hurled massive boulders at the helpless Groot villagers. Chaos consumed the settlement. A deadly chunk of rock was just seconds away from crushing an elderly man—
But Kumamoto appeared in a blur of speed, catching the old man just in time and pulling him to safety.
Then he saw them.
Ten thousand Rock Hand soldiers.
And among them—four elite warriors, each built like a mountain of stone, now charging straight at him.
They moved faster than expected.
Kumamoto dodged the first, but the second and third struck him brutally. His face twisted in pain as blood splattered across the ground.
One of the Rock Hands grinned—until Kumamoto grabbed a massive shard of rock lodged in his own shoulder, ripped it out, and drove it straight into the gut of one of the elite soldiers, sending him crashing backward.
"I will crush you all," Kumamoto snarled.
Then he let out a roar that shook the battlefield—
"NEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
The third soldier staggered back in terror. That scream… that aura…
He dropped his weapon and fled without another word.
But the battle wasn't over.
The second soldier locked Kumamoto's arms from behind, immobilizing him. The first soldier approached with clenched fists and unleashed a storm of punches, pounding Kumamoto's face again and again until he was soaked in his own blood.
Kumamoto collapsed.
...But only for a moment.
He opened his eyes slowly.
In the distance, he saw a young Groot—bound, struggling to escape. Rage surged through him.
Something inside him snapped.
He stood up again, silent… trembling… and then—
His eyes glowed with wild fury.
He tore through his restraints like paper.
Moments later, it was over.
The battlefield was quiet. Not a single Rock Hand soldier remained standing. Broken bodies littered the earth. The war was won.
A young Groot approached cautiously.
"You… you completely lost control. Your conscious mind shut down," he said softly. "You went berserk… and made the entire Rock Hand army repent. You saved us all."
Kumamoto took a deep breath, blood dripping from his chin.
"I don't have time to celebrate. Tell me—where's the MONG Class?"
The Groot nodded quickly.
"They're on the other side of Earth… far to the northeast. You'll find a massive ancient temple there. That's their stronghold."
Kumamoto mounted his horse once again, his eyes fixed forward.
The war was far from over
Title: Going to the Mong Temple
Kumamoto was about to set off on his journey once more—but as he took a step forward, his knees buckled.
His legs had finally given out. Blood loss, fatigue, and sheer pain had taken their toll.
He collapsed.
But his horse—his loyal companion—nudged him gently, refusing to let its rider stay down. With great effort, it helped Kumamoto back onto the saddle. And so, together, they pressed on.
From behind, a whisper came from a watching Groot:
"He's not a man… he's a bloody monster…"
As they moved through the war-torn landscapes, Kumamoto's thoughts drifted.
> "What happened to this world?
Earth used to be peaceful…
Now it's just a twisted, burning hell…"
"Damn it…" he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, his horse halted.
It descended slowly, sensing a presence ahead.
Standing in the middle of the path was a lone figure—worn, bruised, and wrapped in shadows.
Kumamoto tensed.
But the man raised a hand. "Wait. You look injured… Let me help."
Suspicious but too weak to resist, Kumamoto allowed him to tend to his wounds. Over the next few days, under the stranger's care, he slowly began to recover.
One night, as the stars blinked dimly in the scarred sky, Kumamoto finally asked:
"Who… are you? What class do you belong to?"
The man looked away for a moment, then replied, "My name is Jenny James. I was once… human."
His voice trembled.
"But the vampires… they destroyed my face. Twisted my body. Gave me these cursed fangs… I can't go back to what I was. I survive by clinging to what little humanity I have left. Sometimes… my flesh even starts to rot."
Kumamoto clenched his fists.
"I swear," he said through gritted teeth, "I'll make them pay for what they did to you."
Jenny nodded, and for the first time in years, he smiled.
The horse neighed softly as the two warriors mounted once more, the air around them heavy with silent resolve.
Together, they whispered:
"Revenge…"
As the sun began to rise, they crossed the final ridge.
Before them stood an enormous, ominous structure carved into the mountains—its spires piercing the sky like swords.
The Mong Temple