The wind carried the scent of pine across the morning air. Above the Oak Valley, clouds drifted lazily, painting shifting shadows on the hills that cradled the village below. The weather was calm, yet there was a sharpness to the breeze, the kind that made even the oldest villagers whisper, something is about to change.
Seated at the edge of a wooden fence stood a boy of seventeen. His name was Vayaungan Shubh—the name of his clan, Vavugan, carried as a mark of honor and duty. His dark eyes watched the horizon as if it were calling to him, though the rest of Oak Village stirred with the ordinary sounds of life—merchants calling prices, children chasing one another through the dirt paths, and the ring of blacksmiths at their forges.
But Shubh was not ordinary. Not by blood, and not by heart.
This world was one of hierarchy—an invisible ladder where every soul was placed from the moment they awakened their power. At the bottom were Merchants, simple people with no gifts, no powers, destined only to trade and labor. Above them were warriors, knights, and masters of various arts, each step climbing higher in strength and recognition. But at the peak stood a title whispered with reverence and fear alike:
Legend of the Omniverse.
The strongest. The untouchable. The ones whose names bent history itself No one has able to defeat legend of omniverse till date.
And it was this title that Shubh had sworn would one day be his.
Oak Village, resting in the quiet Oak District of Oak State, was far from the grand cities where great warriors clashed and legends walked openly. Yet in these silent woods, Shubh's dream burned brighter than the fires of the forges. He knew what the villagers said—that he was reaching too high, that a boy from a forgotten district had no place chasing stars reserved for gods.
But the blood of the Vavugan Clan was not meant for silence. Their history whispered of resilience, of warriors who once carved their names into the stone of eras past. And Shubh, more than anyone, refused to let that history fade into dust.
As the sun lifted higher, painting the valley gold, Shubh rose from the fence. His hand clenched unconsciously into a fist.
"Legend of the Omniverse," he murmured to himself, as if saying the words aloud would carve them into fate. "No matter what stands in my way—I will reach it."
And so, on a morning that seemed so ordinary, the first sparks of a journey were lit. A journey that would shake Oak Village, Oak State, and perhaps even the Omniverse itself.
And now the journey begins.