The world has long forgotten the name Adam Taity.
But the universe has not.
In a forest untouched by cursed energy, where the trees hum with ancient memory, a child is born beneath a silver moon. His eyes shimmer—not blue, not red, but silver.
He does not cry.
He listens.
The villagers name him Ren.
He grows up quiet, kind, curious. He heals animals. He sings to the wind. He never learns jujutsu. He never seeks power.
But sometimes, when he dreams, he sees a throne.
A mirror.
A comet.
And a name.
"Adam."
On his 21st birthday, Ren walks into the forest alone. He finds a shrine—crumbled, moss-covered. Inside, buried beneath stone, is a book.
The Sutra.
He touches it.
And everything returns.
The rewrites.
The battles.
The gods.
The sacrifice.
He falls to his knees.
But he does not scream.
He smiles.
He remembers who he was.
And chooses who he will be.
Ren does not reclaim the throne.
He does not awaken the Seventh Eye.
He buries the Sutra again.
And walks home.
He becomes a teacher.
He tells stories—not of gods, but of choices.
He teaches children to honor pain, not erase it.
He plants trees where curses once bloomed.
And when asked if he believes in legends, he says:
"I believe in memory."
Years later, a child asks:
"Were you ever someone else?"
Ren pauses.
Then replies:
"I was. But I chose to be me."
And in the wind, the forest whispers:
"Adam lives."
Not as a god.
Not as a curse.
As a man.
At peace.
A Chronicle of Power, Memory, and Peace
"To be remembered is a gift. To choose peace when you could choose power—that is divinity."
—Final inscription on the Cursed Throne