It was not an ordinary planet.
This was Sumeru—a vast world of the second dimension.
At its center stood Mount Meru, so tall its peaks pierced the clouds and reached the heavens.
Around it lay about three hundred and fifty islands, and every fifty islands formed one great nation.
Thus, there were seven nations, seven civilizations, and countless secrets buried within this world.
Sumeru looked like more than a paradise—blue seas, green islands, divine mountains, and shining skies.
But not for everyone.
The truth was harsh and cruel.
Here, wandering spirits roamed. Demons and strange beasts lurked in the shadows.
Banished humans breathed in their underground, dark civilizations.
Ancient caves of gods stood, older than time itself.
And upon this world, only one rule prevailed—
Devour… or be devoured.
On blood-soaked stones lay a man.
His body was wounded, his breaths broken.
In his arms trembled a baby, no more than ten days old.
The man's lips quivered as he spoke,
"S… son…"
His voice was cracked.
"This world… it is no heaven… it is merciless…"
Blood dripped from his mouth.
"The weak… are crushed below… the strong… climb higher and higher…"
He coughed and placed the baby in a basket.
"If… if you ever wish… to prove yourself… then never fight… until… you have the power… to erase this world itself… You are the last of us… and you must survive."
His eyes grew heavier and heavier.
With the last of his strength and power, he pushed the basket into the sea waves and chanted a mantra.
A pair of invisible hands appeared in the water, and the waves slowly carried it away.
The man's breath faded.
But his words still lingered in the air—
"Live… my son…"
And then, in the ruthless world of Sumeru,
a tiny child drifted towards his destiny.