Chapter 1: The War Beyond Time
In this universe, billions upon billions of stars shine, countless galaxies are born and die, but if we talk about any one planet, Earth is just a speck of dust. Before the true expanse of the Outerworld, this world is so insignificant that its existence barely matters.
In the eyes of gods and demons, Earth was once merely a trivial point, like a bubble lost in the unfathomable depths of the ocean.
But this story does not begin with that tiny bubble… this story begins before time itself.
When there was neither day nor night.
Neither light nor darkness.
Only the ocean of non-existence stretched endlessly.
And from that void emerged a being… no, calling it a being would be an insult.
It was—the Primordial Demon.
Born only for destruction.
Its breaths birthed storms, its eyes devoured stars.
It was an existence before which all gods were trivial, and all universes were small.
For eons, it ruled the Outerworld alone. No one dared challenge it. Even the gods trembled at the mere sight of its shadow. And this was why it was called—
"The Emperor of Eternal Destruction."
But as civilizations grew over time, the alliance of gods also strengthened. They resolved that, no matter the cost, this demon must be ended.
And so began—the Great War.
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The gates of the sky opened, and countless gods gathered their powers to encircle the demon.
Lightning struck, tearing the heavens apart.
Thousands of suns exploded like projectiles, yet the demon only smiled.
It raised its palm… and hundreds of gods turned to ashes.
Its roar rent the skies, and countless worlds vanished in its shadow.
For millions of years, this war raged on.
Gods fell, screamed, yet stood firm.
Countless Supreme Gods unleashed their ultimate weapons against the demon.
But every time—the result was the same—
The demon remained unyielding.
Its power was infinite, its body immortal.
The gods' blood stained the skies red.
More than half of the gods had been slain.
Fear and despair shone clearly in the eyes of the remaining gods.
Yet they fought…
Because if they lost, every particle of existence would become prey to the demon's hunger.
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Finally, when the last strike landed, the demon fell to its knees.
Its body was covered in millions of wounds, its roar weakened.
The gods sighed in relief—but true fear was still ahead.
For no matter how much they wounded it, it could not die.
Its soul was immortal, its blood connected to the very roots of the universe.
The gods looked at each other.
With no solution in sight, they held a council.
And the decision was made—
Killing the demon was impossible.
But…
If every single drop of its blood could be transformed into a Black Hole, its power would be scattered and it could never be reborn.
The plan was difficult, but it was the only way.
Using their spells and powers, the gods began to turn the demon's blood black.
Every drop slowly transformed into a darkness-filled Black Hole.
The demon's screams of power echoed throughout the Outerworld.
It writhed, its eyes burning with anger and destruction.
But the gods continued chanting their incantations.
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And then—
A mistake happened.
One drop of blood failed to transform into a Black Hole due to an imperfect spell.
It slipped, tearing through the void, falling down… down…
Eventually, it reached Earth.
There, the drop struck the soil of a simple and insignificant planet.
No one had any idea.
But that drop…
Entered the body of a pregnant woman.
The gods dismissed it as a mere accident.
They thought, "What difference will it make? This is just insignificant Earth."
But they did not know that this tiny slip would lay the foundation of the future.
Because that drop of blood was not just blood.
It was—a fragment of the immortal demon's soul.
And now…
It was about to be born as a newborn on Earth.
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This would be the child…
Whose name would be—Yash.
And whose power would one day make even the gods themselves tremble.
Months passed… and at last, the moment arrived—
the child connected to that drop of blood was about to be born on this Earth.
In a small village, inside a mud house, the silence of the night was suddenly torn apart by lightning.
The skies thundered, the ground shook, the winds howled like a raging storm.
Villagers rushed out of their homes in fear.
Someone whispered— "This is an ill omen."
Another countered— "No… this must be a blessing from the gods."
But the truth was far beyond their imagination.
Because that night, Yash was born.
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The first months after his birth appeared normal.
To the villagers, he was just another ordinary infant.
But soon, his restlessness began to seep through.
Yash grew irritable.
Nothing pleased him.
He could not connect with his parents or anyone else.
Inside him was a void he himself couldn't understand.
But it was only natural—
for within him resided the soul of the immortal demon,
a being that once shook the entire Outerworld to its core.
That soul had never known family, never known friends.
Love and warmth were concepts utterly alien to it.
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Years passed.
One day, his father took him out to the fields.
The sun blazed above, a gentle breeze swept across the farmland.
Yash stood there, staring at the man beside him, and a thought crawled into his mind—
"This man… is called my father.
Should I end him right here, right now?"
For an instant, his eyes flickered with that same abyss which once devoured stars.
But then, another image surfaced—his mother's face.
The mother who always held him close when he cried.
The mother who wept at even his smallest pain.
Yash thought quietly—
"No… if I kill him, that woman will suffer.
And… for some reason, I don't wish to see her in pain."
For the first time… the demonic soul experienced human compassion.
In that moment, his thoughts shifted.
A faint smile appeared on his face—
a smile that, even if briefly, made him forget his dark past.
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A few more years slipped away.
Now Yash was twelve.
One morning, while working in the fields, he shouted—
"Papa! The urea is finished!"
His voice echoed across the farmland.
At that moment, it was as if the shadows of his past had been left behind.
By his own will, Yash had sealed away 100% of his true power.
Yet fragments of it still leaked through—super strength, super speed, reflexes beyond human.
Twelve years had changed him.
Now he loved his family deeply.
He helped his father, spent time with his mother.
For the first time in countless lifetimes, he felt—
"This is happiness. This is what I never knew."
His past had been endless war and destruction.
But here, he discovered peace.
It was strange… yet beautiful.
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And yet…
his parents often found themselves unsettled.
When Yash played, he could lift boulders as if they were pebbles.
When he ran, it seemed even the wind fell behind him.
Sometimes, his eyes glimmered with a faint, fiery glow.
They often wondered—
"Our son… he is different. But how?"
They had no answer.
But the truth was this—
the very power Yash tried so hard to bury…
was the power that one day would draw the attention of the entire cosmos.
Twelve years of childhood slowly faded.
Now a new chapter of his life was about to begin—school.
Yash had already realized in these years that this world had its own rules.
From childhood to youth, every human had to walk the same path.
School, then college, then higher studies or a job… and then the same ordinary cycle of life.
Yash—who hid within him the abyss of the cosmos—was now trying to live within these "ordinary" rules.
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The First Day of School
When Yash finally entered his village school, the term had already begun three months earlier.
The reason was simple—he spent most of his time helping his father in the fields.
But the moment he stepped into the classroom, every gaze turned toward him.
A boy from the village, with eyes that carried an unsettling depth.
At first, the children treated him like a stranger.
But as days passed, his sharp mind and quick grasp of lessons caught their attention.
He made friends easily and performed exceptionally well in studies.
In truth, he had never even studied grades 1, 2, or 3.
He had directly been admitted into grade 5—
his intellect so advanced, the villagers called it "a blessing of the gods."
But the reality was far more terrifying.
It was the lingering essence of his immortal bloodline.
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Meeting Deepti
Among all his friends, one stood out the most—Deepti.
She was just an ordinary village girl, yet her smile carried a strange serenity.
For Yash, who had never known affection, there was something irresistible about her.
He didn't understand why, but he constantly felt drawn to talk to her.
And Deepti, on her side, felt an odd comfort in his presence.
Whenever they were together, time seemed to stand still.
Walking along the dusty village paths, talking by the fields, their bond deepened.
For Yash, this was an entirely new experience.
The soul that once bathed in war and darkness was now shackled by the magic of human emotion.
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From School to College
Eventually, school life ended.
It was time for college.
Deepti, due to family reasons, left for Raipur in Chhattisgarh to study while staying with her uncle.
This news struck Yash like a thunderbolt.
He couldn't imagine his days without her.
He decided he too must go to Raipur.
But when he told his family, they refused outright.
"You will not go anywhere. You will study in the college nearby,"
his father declared firmly.
Anger flared inside Yash.
"No! I will go! If you don't allow me, I'll leave this house forever!"
His mother broke into tears.
The house drowned in tension.
At last, after a heated argument, Yash reluctantly agreed to study in the nearby college.
But deep down, he was shattered.
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A Father's Gift
A few days later, Yash's father approached him quietly.
In his hands, he held an envelope.
Without a word, he handed it over.
Yash sighed, "Alright, let me see…"
But the moment he opened it, his eyes lit up.
It was his admission notice from Raipur College.
Joy surged through him.
When he looked at his father, the man's stern eyes now brimmed with warmth.
"Go, my son… but remember, from here on, you must handle everything on your own."
His mother still worried.
"How will you live alone there? Who will take care of you?"
Yash smiled.
"Don't worry, mother. I'll manage everything."
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The Mysterious Warning
The next morning, as Yash prepared to leave for Raipur, his father pulled him aside.
His voice turned grave.
"Son, you are not like the others.
No one must ever learn the truth.
The world will not understand you."
Yash listened in silence.
Then he replied with quiet resolve—
"Yes, father. I promise."
And with that… his college life began.
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The Game of the Gods
Meanwhile… in the Outerworld, the council of gods had grown weary.
For countless ages, their reign had grown dull.
And so, they devised a new game.
They chose random worlds,
sent demonic beasts into them,
sometimes even granted power to a few mortals—
just to throw them into chaos.
From above, they watched destruction unfold like entertainment.
Civilizations had fallen one after another to their twisted sport.
Now…
their eyes had turned toward Earth.