#ragar

M21: Hello, my name is M21 and I do not have a name. The author of my series did not know what to do with me and in the last panel where I appear, I say: "What are you planning this time?" and Crombel dies without giving me an answer. End of my story.

Third Elder: I do not have a name either. And no known personality. It's even sadder. Can we form a club?

Man in the mask: Hey guys, I do not even have a face.

Rael: Shut up, all of you. My story ended without me having the opportunity to say a single word. There are too many undead characters in this manhwa.

Frankenstein: Stop complaining immediately. The writer of the script murdered my master. I would also murder him if I were not doomed to wander from fanarts to fanfictions until, in 10 or 20 years, everyone completely forgot about us. I lost my faith in the human race, and for real this time. Even my creator curses me.

*Somewhere in the nothingness of eternal sleep* Rai: Someone there?

Ragar: Oh, hello, Sir Raizel.

Rai: Hello. Where are we? Why is there a big word, ''GOOGLE'', written in the sky?

Ragar: We are in a place called ''Internet''.

Rai: Ah. So that was it, the Internet... I always wondered.

Ragar: ... Sir, I've been walking these places for centuries, and I still do not understand what it's all about. You who lived in modern times, could you, in your great wisdom, explain to me what ''Internet'' is?

Rai *Returning in silent mode*: ...

Deep inside an asteroid, a cloaked woman stands before the greatest power in the multiverse. The #picturesque view of might and masculinity. A destroyer of worlds wrapped in muscle and ancient blood.

She approaches the 7 foot 6 powerhouse of man laying naked in stasis. With a wave of her hand, another man appears a few steps away. This scrawny human was naked, holding his penis, and shocked by his sudden teleportation.

“Lt. Archibald DeathSlayer, you have been summoned.”

“Empress?”

“Have I caught you at a bad time lieutenant?”

“Empress, had I known… Warning would have been nice.”

“I will forgive your snark for now Shitwit. Your services are required once more.”

“We’re going with THAT name still? How may I serve you Empress?”

“I must wake Ragar and you must be present.”

“Do we have to? I was happy living a quiet boring life.”

“I #desire a very large hit of his power. He will wake and be disoriented. He trusts you. I will lay with him to make the transfer.”

“Do I have to? Can I have my uniform at least?”

"Ragar, this is your last chance. YOU better not kill anyone in this place they call Times Square", the Empress said.

Sir, I believe there is a man who needs help with his mo ter cy cle.

The Kertia Boys: Ragar, Rajak and RaelSince Rajak's dead I wanted to do a fan art for the Kertia Boys, when I began to sketch I was envisioning this like a  bad dream or a loop nightmare Rael was experiencing, trying desperately to reach his father and brother while they were battling, I made Rael a little bit more mature with his full soul weapon and I wanted to go with all the blood and gore but then I decided otherwise xD...

“I hope we meet again some day.”