Once, in the heart of a city pulsing with noise and neon, lived a boy named Morin Bundy—a boy who dreamed loud.

  Not the kind of dream that fades with the morning light, but a firework dream: bursting, burning, impossible to ignore.

  He wanted to be a superhero.

  Not for the fame.

  Not for the glory.

  But because he believed—deeply, foolishly, sincerely—that the world needed one.

  "I’ll be the light," he’d say with a grin, fists on hips, cape made of bedsheets flapping behind him in the wind of his fan.

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  But fate has its own punchline.

  On an ordinary day, with headphones in and stars in his eyes, Truck-kun struck.

  The world blinked.

  He died. Just like that.

  But the story did not end.

  For when Morin opened his eyes, he was no longer in a world of skyscrapers and school bells. No—this world was old, eerie, and bruised by shadow.

  Here, Dark Spirits crept like smoke through ruins and roots, tainting sky and soul alike.

  Here, only the Spirit Seekers—warriors of light and will—stood between salvation and the slow drowning of the world.

  And in this new world, he was no longer Morin Bundy.

  He was Chino Hillside—a noble’s son with a sharp tongue and sharper mind. Smart, composed, and everything Morin was not.

  But even as Chino's name echoed through marble halls, Morin’s soul still laughed, still taunted, still dreamed.

  Can a fool become a hero?

  Can a boy’s dream survive a world ruled by nightmares?

  Two souls. One body.

  A battle not of blade or beast—but of identity.

  Who would rise?

  The arrogant, playful boy who wished to save the world?

  Or the wise noble who understood the world’s cruelty all too well?

  The spirits wait.

  The world decays.

  And somewhere, in the twilight between two selves, a new legend stirs—

  One not born of prophecy,

  But of persistence.

  And so begins the tale of the b

  oy who died…

  …and the hero who refused to fade.