Berserk: The Prophet

The tribe members all looked on with fear and awe as they watched this man, who had once been treated as a bastard and suffered endless humiliation, now ascend to the pinnacle of power in such a cruel way.

Edvarut surveyed the crowd and roared, "From this day forward, I am your leader! Anyone who disobeys will suffer the same fate as him!" His voice echoed across the blood-soaked land, carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.

Benedict slowly emerged from the protection of Samantabhadra. Looking at her brother, who seemed like a demon, tears welled up in her eyes again.

“Edward, you won, but you lost everything. You are no longer the brother I remember.” Benny’s voice trembled, filled with endless sorrow.

Upon hearing this, Edvard's body trembled slightly. He slowly turned his head to look at Benny, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—guilt, struggle—but it was quickly overshadowed by his mad ambition.

“Benny, you don’t understand. Only by standing at the top of power can we truly protect ourselves and the people we care about. Now that I have become the chief of the tribe, you are the most honored person in the tribe.”

Benny just shook her head in despair. "No, brother, true nobility is not gained through killing and bloodshed. The power you acquire in this way will not bring you true happiness."

"Enough!!" Edvard seemed to have changed his personality. Faced with the accusation from his sister, with whom he had grown up and was as close as a sibling, he suddenly roared and then sneered.

"...Happiness? I don't know what that is! Since I can remember, all I've ever known is the pain and humiliation this tribe has brought me!!"

"In the first half of my life, others bullied and humiliated me, making things difficult for me in every way..."

"From this moment on, I will take control of my own destiny! I will clearly understand what kind of awe-inspiring being I can become!!"

Benedict's roar sent a shiver down her spine; she had never seen her brother so out of control. In the past, despite the hardships of life, Edvard had always been incredibly protective of her. But now, the lust for power had completely corrupted him.

"Now, I will settle all scores!!" Edvard was clearly not satisfied with just the fratricide; the flames of hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds, and he would extinguish them with the blood of those who had wronged him!

Edvarut dragged his blood-stained body toward his tribesmen who had once mocked and humiliated him. They retreated in terror, their eyes filled with despair and pleading. Edvarut remained unmoved, the blade in his hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"You have humiliated me in countless ways, and today is the day you pay for it!" Edvard's voice echoed in the silent night, filled with endless resentment.

Seeing this, Benny was frantic. She rushed forward, trying to stop Edwalt. "Brother, don't kill anymore! Hatred has made you lose your mind!"

Edvarut forcefully shoved Benny aside, roaring, "Don't stop me! These people deserved it!"

Seeing Edvarut's unwavering devotion, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the Maitreya Buddha. It suddenly flapped its wings, and a powerful gust of air spread outwards from it, blowing Edvarut and his followers off to the side.

Edvarut struggled to his feet, his face filled with rage and resentment. He roared and led his men to charge at Semilefodo once more. Semilefodo nimbly dodged, its massive claws swiping lightly, knocking several of the leading figures to the ground. It didn't intend to take lives; it merely hoped to stop this frenzied slaughter.

Benny was frantic with worry. She rushed forward again, trying to grab Edvard, and kept calling out, "Brother, wake up! Don't go down this wrong path!" However, Edvard, who had already gone mad, pushed Benny to the ground.

Seeing this, Saimile Buddha was enraged. It let out a deafening roar that made the entire tribe tremble. It soared into the air, circling above Edwalut's head, casting a shadow over him. Edwalut looked up at the dragon he had once regarded as a tool, and for the first time, fear welled up in his heart.

Despite his fear, Edvarut still defiantly asked, "Semmelifodo, do you really want to be my enemy?"

Saimile Buddha looked down at him, his golden eyes filled with determination: "Edvarut, if you do not stop killing, I will have no choice but to subdue you."

At this moment, Benny got up from the ground and ran to Samantabhadra's side. "Brother, stop! Look at all this blood! Isn't it enough?"

Edvarut looked at his sister's mud-covered face and felt a pang of pain in his heart. A last shred of conscience struggled within him, and his hand gripping the sword began to tremble, yet the hatred in his heart remained unquenched.

"Do you want your anger and hatred to burn away the last bit of love in your heart?" the dragon questioned as it circled in the sky. Its breath set the blood-soaked ground ablaze, and the scene of blood and corpses all around was presented to Edwalut as if it were daytime.

His foreign followers were wantonly raping and abducting women and children who were about to become the people of Edvarut, and killing men indiscriminately. If all the able-bodied men died, how could this tribe possibly survive the coming winter?

As Edvarut gazed at the chaotic and horrific scene before him, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him. On one hand, the long-suppressed hatred still gnawed at his heart, making it difficult for him to easily relinquish the thought of revenge; on the other hand, his sister's pleas, Samuelford's warning, and the tragic plight of his people stirred a renewed sense of conscience within him.

His gaze fell on a trembling little girl, her eyes filled with fear, tears welling up in them. Edvard seemed to see his own helpless self reflected in her. At that moment, a flicker of resentment finally broke through the hatred in his heart.

"Stop...stop it!" Edvarut shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

...but conflict and chaos arise from your needs, but never cease from your wishes.

...When his orders were heard, his henchmen were taken aback at first, then laughed and continued to do the evil things in front of them.

"Stop joking, Edwalt, how could we come all this way for nothing? Isn't this what the brothers agreed on!"

"Hahaha, in the name of Edvarut, the new king of the Ocean Hunting Tribe, let us revel in the festivities!!"

Edvarut was both shocked and furious at the sight. He gripped his blade tightly and charged towards the disobedient henchmen.

"I told you to stop!" he roared, his voice filled with an unprecedented authority.

Seeing this, a burly henchman sneered, "Edwalut, do you still think you're our leader? The situation is settled now, this tribe is ours, what can you do about it?" With that, he swung his long sword at Edwalut.

Edvarut dodged the fierce attack by sidestepping, then quickly counterattacked, his spear piercing precisely into his opponent's shoulder.

The man winced in pain, his long sword falling to the ground, an expression of disbelief on his face. "You...you dare to attack me!"