Prologue: The Immortal Painter, Scientist, and Adventurer

Locky Elven—a name whispered in countless legends. He was a great painter, a brilliant scientist, and a fearless adventurer, yet his death remains a mystery.

His nautical journal was preserved in a museum, open to the public.
Some say he was a fraud, a madman who spun elaborate lies with his brush.
Others admired his art, yet dismissed his writings as pure fantasy.
And then some worshiped him, believing every word he wrote to be a prophecy—an unfulfilled vision of the future.

But regardless of what people believed, his story began with a bottle drifting upon the sea…

Chapter 1: A World Inside a Bottle

That day, Locky Elven was on the deck, taking a walk. He had set up his canvas in a quiet corner, carefully capturing the vast blue expanse of the sea.

Just as he was about to dip his brush again, a glass bottle washed up at his feet.

Locky set his brush down, his gaze drawn to the transparent bottle. Inside, an old, yellowed piece of paper curled tightly, its edges tattered from exposure to seawater.

Carefully, he removed the cork stopper, pulling out the fragile paper. As he unfolded it, his pulse quickened.

It was a map.

At its center was a strange island, shaped like a massive fist clenching something within its grasp. Locky examined it closely, his eyes narrowing—he had never seen this island before.

His heartbeat thundered in his chest.
If this island was real… then the world was far larger than he had ever imagined.

He quickly sketched the map, analyzing the pen strokes, the parchment’s texture, and the symbols. He tried to visualize what lay beyond the borders of his known world.

Lost in thought, he continued sketching—until sleep finally claimed him.

Chapter 2: Restlessness and Resolve

The next day, Locky walked through the bustling streets of the kingdom.

The city was prosperous, filled with people who had long settled into comfort and routine. Laughter echoed through the air, merchants called out their wares, and children ran past him without a care in the world.

But Locky stopped in his tracks.

He looked up at the sky, watching the clouds drift lazily under the golden sun.
He turned toward the ocean, its endless horizon stretching toward unknown lands.
He saw seagulls soaring far beyond sight, disappearing into the infinite.

And at that moment, he made his decision.

He had to explore.

What if there were other civilizations beyond their kingdom?
What if there were landscapes yet unseen, creatures yet undiscovered?

That same day, he sought an audience with the king.
Locky presented the mystery map, reporting his findings and declaring his wish to embark on a grand expedition.

The king, moved by his bravery, granted him:

• The finest ship,

• An elite crew of soldiers,

• The best navigators in the kingdom.

Winter passed. Spring arrived.

And when everything was ready, he set sail.

"Raise the sails!"

The kingdom cheered as he departed, waving to him from the shores.

As he stood at the bow, staring into the vast unknown, his eyes burned with unwavering determination.

Chapter 3: The Bloodstained Waters & A Terrifying Warning

For weeks, the voyage was uneventful.
The skies remained clear. The sea was calm.

Until one fateful day.

A broken ship drifted on the horizon.

"Captain! A strange vessel is approaching!"

Locky grabbed his telescope and saw a decaying ship, its sails in tatters. On board, a group of Kitteh survivors stood—but they were no ordinary travellers.

• Some had lost limbs.

• Some were blind, their empty sockets leaking black tears.

• Some sobbed, whispering prayers.

• Others muttered to themselves, speaking in tongues that made no sense.

They looked like people who had escaped hell.

But as soon as they saw Locky’s fleet… something changed.

Their hollow eyes twisted.

Their lips curled into unnatural grins.

Then, they attacked.

With hoarse screams, they drew rusted weapons and charged!

The battle was over before it even began.

Locky’s elite warriors slaughtered them effortlessly.
His second-in-command merely sighed, lighting a cigarette as he watched the massacre unfold.

In the end, only one Kitteh remained.

A madman, curled in a corner, shaking violently. His eyes darted wildly as he whispered over and over:

“It’s too late… too late… They’ve returned… They’ve changed… The gears are turning… they won’t stop… It’s over… No… it’s only beginning…
When the seed returns to this world, darkness will descend once more…
When black petals drift upon the sea… the ocean will turn red…
I am you… no, no… You are me…
The black of death will swallow the sun… Four shall become one… And all shall return to nothing…
Nothingness will be reborn… endlessly… over and over again…”

Then, he laughed—one final, twisted laugh—before collapsing, lifeless.

The crew burst into laughter.
A madman’s words were nothing but delusions.

But Locky did not laugh.

He simply stood there, staring at the dead man, his mind lost in thought.

Then—a sudden crash!

The ship violently lurched!
Everyone staggered, nearly thrown overboard!

Locky turned—
And saw a creature rise from the depths.

A monstrosity, its head like an enormous, pulsing balloon, its twisted limbs writhing like tongues.

It was not of this world.

And in an instant, it devoured the Kitteh survivors’ ship whole.

Then, it vanished beneath the waves.

The crew collapsed, shaking in terror.

But Locky…
He smiled.

Not in fear, but in exhilaration.

"This world… is far more unknown than we ever imagined."

Chapter 4: The Black Rose & The Summon of the Unknown

On the 49th night, the seed glowed.

Locky was writing in his log, reflecting on the madman’s prophecy.

His eyes drifted to the glass bottle on his desk—inside were two small, green beans.

Then, something changed.

The beans began to glow.

A faint, firefly-like luminescence pulsed through them. Locky touched one—it was smooth, almost like polished jade.

"What are you?"

Before he could think further, a voice from above called out—

“Captain! A black rose is drifting on the water!”

Locky rushed to the deck.

Floating upon the moonlit waves was a single, black rose.

It emitted the scent of decay.

“Captain! There must be an island nearby!”
“And this… might be a sign of a new civilization!”

Locky stared at the distant horizon.

The black rose…

A symbol of death?

Or a summon?

His heartbeat quickened.

There was no turning back now.

Chapter 5: The Forbidden Island and the Silent Dead

Daybreak: The Island Emerges

The next morning, Locky stood at the ship’s bow, staring at the horizon.

Through the dense morning mist, a silhouette emerged.
A landmass, looming and silent.

The island was unnatural.
It did not radiate the lush vibrance of tropical lands, nor the raw hostility of barren wastelands.

It was dead.

The sky above it was dim, as though the sunlight itself dared not touch its shores.
Flocks of black crows circled in the air, their silhouettes stark against the gray sky.
The island was scarred with ruins, remnants of a civilization long extinguished.

Locky narrowed his eyes.

"This place… was once alive."

But what happened here?

Day One: The Strange Creatures

Upon stepping onto the island, the crew made an unsettling discovery.

• Gigantic footprints.
  The deep indentations in the earth suggested a creature far larger than any known species.

• Unnatural birds.
  Some had twisted limbs sprouting from their wings, others had multiple glowing eyes embedded in their skulls.

• Moving plants.
  Some shuddered and recoiled at their approach, while others had tendrils that lashed out as if trying to grab them.

Locky observed all this with keen fascination.

“This place holds secrets long forgotten… or perhaps, they were meant to be forgotten.”

Day Two: The Monster in the Forest

Dawn broke.

A roar tore through the sky.

The island trembled.
The crows shrieked and scattered.

And from the darkness of the forest, it emerged.

A colossal beast, covered in blood.
Its form resembled a Doge, yet it was three times the size of any normal being.
Its eyes burned with raw savagery, and its claws dripped with black ichor.

"Impossible… Is that… one of us?"

The creature let out another earth-shaking roar, locking its gaze on them.

“Prepare for battle!”

The kingdom’s elite warriors charged forward, weapons drawn.

The fight was brutal.

• Swords shattered against the beast’s hide.

• Bullets embedded themselves in its flesh, but it did not bleed.

• Its roars cracked the very air, sending shockwaves through their ranks.

Even the strongest soldier, their commander, fell before its overwhelming power.

As he lay dying, his hand trembled, reaching for a small glass bottle—

Inside, the glowing green bean.

Desperate, he swallowed it.

And then, he changed.

Chapter 6: The Price of Power

His bones expanded.
His veins burned like molten fire.
His skin darkened, turning ashen gray.

His body grew larger, stronger, more monstrous.

And then—he attacked.

The battle that followed was not between man and beast—
It was between monsters.

For two days and nights, the transformed soldier fought the creature.

At dawn, he finally stood victorious—but his own body collapsed.
His eyes, once filled with rage, dimmed.

The last remnants of his humanity faded.

And only one man remained standing.

Locky Elven.

Chapter 7: The Throne of Beasts

Food dwindled.
The remaining crew either perished or fled.
Locky wandered alone, deeper into the island.

And then—he found it.

A castle.

Its gates, massive and blackened with age, stood half-buried in ruin.

With a deep breath, Locky pushed the doors open.

Inside, the castle was a graveyard of time.
Once-grand halls now lay in decay, statues worn beyond recognition.

But in the deepest chamber, a flicker of light.

Locky crept forward, cautiously peering beyond the pillars.

And he froze.

Four monstrous figures sat upon stone thrones, their bodies grotesquely mutated.
Each bore horrific wounds, yet they remained alive.

One had the horns of a bull and the wings of a crow.
One had a twisted, eyeless face, yet its mouth never stopped whispering.
One had multiple limbs, constantly shifting and reforming.
And the last… simply stared at him.

They were not speaking words.
Their voices were beyond language.

Locky grabbed his journal and began sketching feverishly, recording their twisted forms.

But in his focus—

His pen slipped from his grasp.

The soft click echoed in the vast chamber.

All four creatures fell silent.

Then—

One slowly rose.

It turned toward him.

And began walking forward.

Final Chapter: The Choice

Locky’s heart pounded.
His breath came in short gasps.

His hand gripped the last green bean.

"If I eat this… I will become like them."
"But if I don’t… I will die here."

He swallowed it.

Fire rushed through his veins.
His flesh burned.
His mind cracked.

He was changing.

Becoming stronger.
Becoming faster.
Becoming less human.

And for the first time—

He understood.

This was not evolution.

It was the end of self.

The Last Battle

The beasts lunged.

Locky roared and fought back.

His claws tore through flesh.
His fangs crushed bone.

For two nights, he fought.

Until the castle collapsed.

And then—

Silence.

Epilogue: The Final Page of the Log

The ocean waves continued to crash upon the shore.
As if nothing had ever happened.

In the ruins, a single book lay half-buried in the dust.

The last page, written in frantic, uneven script:

"I sought the unknown… but the unknown devoured me."
"Perhaps, the price of freedom… is losing oneself."
"If anyone finds this log… never trust the bean."

The final signature was barely legible—

Locky Elven MC
Vanished into darkness.

Postscript: The Aftermath of a Legend

Decades later, the island was rediscovered.

Among the wreckage, explorers found an old journal.

As they turned to the final page—

Their faces paled.

“This… this can’t be real.”

Because written in the last lines…

Were their names?

They had already been here before.

A black petal drifted onto the book’s pages.

The wind whispered.

"The cycle has never ended."
"Or perhaps... it is about to begin again."