Even a god must crawl before he can walk again.
The morning sun pierced through the mist over the ruined hill.
And there, barefoot, stood Jiwoon.
A child again.
But this time, his eyes were awake.
Vera dropped the water pouch she was holding.
"Jiwoon… you remember?"
He nodded once, slowly.
"I remember everything."
Kaelya stepped closer, carefully. "How much power do you have?"
He raised his hand. Sparks of black lightning flickered around his fingers — enough to shatter stone, not enough to split mountains.
"Half," he replied.
The Balance Had Shifted
Though his body remained that of a boy, his mind was that of a god reborn.
Qilin narrowed his eyes.
"You may speak like a king, but don't forget — your bones are still small."
Kravein scoffed. "And his enemies still hunt him like wolves."
They were right.
The world did not pause because a god had shrunk.
New factions had emerged. Old sins reawakened.
Rumors spread of a Sinless Prophet forming an army in the East.
And a name — "The Child God" — began to echo across the continent.
System Whisper
[God Code Fragment Detected]
Memory Integrity: 72%
Avatar Limiter: ACTIVE
Full Power Access: 0% (locked)
Estimated Danger Level: Unstable
At night, Jiwoon climbed onto the watchtower alone.
He stared at the stars with a solemn expression.
Then, whispered…
"If they want a war…
They'll face the kind of god who remembers pain."