Year 4065.
Snow fell upon the Amazon.
A sight that defied all reason.
At the edge of a roaring waterfall, deep within the frozen rainforest, stood a massive, brightly lit modern villa. Its sleek architecture clashed violently with the wild surroundings, yet it seemed to belong there—like an anomaly carved into reality itself.
Warning signs surrounded the estate from every direction.
Private Property. Trespassers Will Be Eliminated.
Inside, the villa's interior was a blend of luxury and strangeness. Black-and-white tiled floors stretched across vast halls, intersected by transparent glass panels every few meters. Beneath them, streams of water flowed silently through intricate channels, like veins running through a living organism.
At the very center lay an open garden—lush, green, and impossibly vibrant despite the snowfall beyond its borders.
There, a man trained.
His fists cut through the air with explosive force, each strike producing a sharp tearing sound. He wore nothing more than light black sportswear, utterly indifferent to the freezing temperature.
Snowflakes fell toward him… only to vanish.
Within a five-meter radius, the air warped with heat. Snow melted before it could touch the ground, then evaporated into nothingness. The space around him resembled a furnace.
Each punch grew heavier than the last.
Power stacked upon power.
The ground trembled beneath his feet.
Yet—
He frowned.
The man stopped, shaking his head slightly. Strands of silver-white hair swayed with the motion, framing a face too perfect to be natural.
His eyes… were unsettling.
Silvery, with a faint trace of brown buried deep within—but devoid of warmth. Clear. Empty. Like a still lake that reflected nothing.
"After all these millennia…"
His voice was calm, yet laced with frustration.
"Why can't I break through?"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gaze distant.
"My martial arts… all stalled at Rank 3."
A pause.
"Only the Tortoise Longevity Art reached Rank 5… and now even that has stopped."
Liu Musk.
A name that once shook the world—now reduced to a man trapped at the edge of his own limits.
"I've refined Bull Demon Fist, White Deer Rushes Through the Heavens, and Heavenly Cane Strikes the Seas to their peaks… but no matter what I do, I can't take that final step."
His fists clenched.
"The strength I've gained… it's just my physique. Not true progress."
A flicker of unwillingness crossed his face.
"And if I attempt Rank 6…"
Silence.
A shadow passed through his eyes.
"…death awaits."
The Tortoise Longevity Art had granted him something unimaginable—hundreds of thousands of years of lifespan.
And yet—
It had become a curse.
The moment he stepped into Rank 5…
The Earth began rejecting him.
At first, it was subtle.
Now, it was suffocating.
An invisible pressure tightened around him with every passing year, growing heavier, sharper… more hostile.
Even the sun—
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
—felt wrong.
As if it were watching him.
"…I've reached the limit of this world."
His voice was quiet now.
Leaving Earth was no longer a choice.
It was survival.
For centuries, he had guided humanity toward space exploration from the shadows. Nations rose and fell, but corporations—his corporation—ruled everything.
Over two-thirds of the planet.
The rest? Controlled by others like him.
The world had already changed.
And he had allowed it.
Power made people curious. Curious people asked questions. Questions led to trouble.
So he gave them progress instead.
And silence.
"With thirteen thousand years behind me…"
A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips.
"I know how to get what I want."
His gaze lifted toward the sky.
"It's time."
No hesitation.
No attachment.
This would be the last time he stood on Earth.
Even if the planet hadn't rejected him…
He would have left eventually.
After all—
What meaning was there in a world where you alone continued forward?
A trace of something unfamiliar flickered deep within him.
Not loneliness.
Not quite.
"…I wonder if there are others."
Beings like him.
Or beyond him.
Then—
Far above.
Beyond space.
Beyond dimensions.
Three colossal entities hovered in silence.
Their forms were indescribable, their sizes infinite. Threads of fate stretched from their presence, weaving across dimensions and binding themselves around Earth like an invisible net.
Only a few gaps remained.
Intentional.
Their gazes were fixed on Liu Musk.
Complex emotions stirred within them.
Fear.
Curiosity.
Restraint.
One of them spoke, its voice echoing across existence itself.
"You want to capture that… ant?"
Mockery laced its tone.
The others remained silent.
It continued.
"Our ancestor once made the same mistake. He interfered with a lower dimension."
A pause.
"Our entire race nearly perished."
The atmosphere grew heavier.
"That creature… is not simple."
A thread of fate shimmered.
"It is connected to the Primeval Dimension."
Silence.
"He may be someone's pawn."
The implication was clear.
Touch him—
And they might provoke something far beyond their comprehension.
"Even if the owner ignores their dog… if someone else harms it…"
"…they will answer for it."
The creatures said nothing.
But none moved.
"We forced this dimension into decline. We severed the path of will. And yet…"
A hint of admiration surfaced.
"It still reached this point."
Another pause.
"…Impressive."
"But not worth the risk."
Below—
Liu Musk's body trembled slightly.
For no reason he could understand.
The pressure had reached its peak.
Every instinct screamed.
Leave. Now.
He didn't know why.
But he obeyed.
Above, the entities watched.
Curious.
But unmoving.
After all—
To them, lifespan meant nothing.
But to Liu Musk…
It was a burden.
Like carrying endless wealth on one's back—the more you had, the heavier it became.
The Tortoise Longevity Art defied the laws of heaven and earth.
So—
Heaven and earth sought to erase him.
And as the invisible net tightened…
The final countdown began.