Prologue — The Day Peace Died
In the endless stretch of universes, there existed a place called the Eternal World.
Not part of any single universe.
It floated alone in the strange space between worlds, where Gods had lived since time unknown.
The centre of all creation.
Where countless universes overlapped at once.
It was peaceful.
Believers of many Gods roamed freely across golden streets and endless green forests. Mountains pierced the clouds, their peaks glowing under eternal light. Oceans rolled like living giants, sparkling with faint divine energy.
The sky never darkened.
The warmth never faded.
It felt eternal.
Safe.
Unchanging.
Until it wasn't.
Daung!
The bell rang once.
The entire Eternal World froze.
Daung!
Gods looked up from their thrones.
Daung!
Believers stopped mid-step, mid-laugh, mid-breath.
Then came four words.
Four simple words that carried the weight of the entire cosmos.
"The Supreme Creator has fallen."
Silence.
Then — chaos.
Some believers, too devoted and too fragile, simply could not bear it. Their hearts broke before their minds could process the words. Many perished where they stood, dissolving into quiet light.
Elsewhere.
In a golden palace high above the clouds, a wine glass slipped from the Thunder God's fingers and shattered against the marble floor. He stared at nothing.
"How…" he whispered. "Could this be…?"
Elsewhere.
In the depths of a vast, endless ocean, two enormous eyes slowly opened. The water trembled. Whales scattered in blind terror. A low roar split the deep like a blade.
Then a chilling voice rose from the dark:
"Now… it is my time."
Elsewhere.
In a land of eternal night, a black castle towered above shadowed lands. On its throne of darkness, two crimson eyes gleamed open.
A soft, cruel chuckle echoed through empty halls.
"Now… now…"
A pause.
"Where is my darling hiding?"
In the shining City of Light, streets lined with white and gold buildings had been filled with laughter and music only moments before.
Now — silence.
The grand church bell tolled again. A single voice cut through the stillness:
"Close the gates."
"Prepare for war."
The Eternal World trembled.
Some Gods shook with fear. Some refused to believe. Some felt something darker stir inside them — something that felt uncomfortably close to opportunity.
Then.
From the distant void.
A massive pillar of blood-red light erupted into the sky, tearing through the eternal brightness like a wound.
The bell tolled one final time.
Two voices rang out simultaneously, shaking every corner of existence:
"The Demon Invasion has begun!"
"The Eternal Battlefield is now open!"
Beams of pure light erupted from holy lands across the Eternal World.
They collided with the red pillar, pushing it back — barely — into the void beyond.
There, in the endless dark between dimensions, the Eternal Battlefield began to form.
An unending war zone.
Stretching across worlds.
Gods descended one by one, blazing with divine power. Red portals split open. Demon Gods poured through in waves, filling the battlefield with chaos and the smell of burning creation.
Then.
The largest portal shook.
Violently.
The ground across the entire Eternal Battlefield cracked.
Two enormous eyes appeared in the void — white as bone, pupils black as the space between stars.
A voice followed.
Not loud.
It didn't need to be loud.
It reached every corner of existence without effort, the way a king's voice fills a room simply because everything else goes quiet.
"Eternal World…"
A pause that lasted exactly long enough to make every God hold their breath.
"Welcome your new Emperor."
The Eternal World had stood since before memory.
It would not fall quietly.
But it would fall.
Unless —
Unknown location. Unknown time.
In the final moments before the Creator's light went out completely, a single act went unnoticed by every God, every Demon, every power fighting across the battlefield.
Something small was made.
Something hidden.
A system. Built not from divine law or holy power — but from something older. Something that existed before the Gods themselves had names.
Built for one purpose.
Built for one person.
"Find your way back," the fading light whispered into the system.*
"I'll be waiting."
Then the light went out.
And somewhere, in a universe far removed from the chaos of the Eternal World, a young man slipped on a water bottle in his kitchen.
He didn't even have time to say anything.
He woke up somewhere else entirely.