Golden light bathed the Imperial Citadel, its towers piercing the clouds like swords of molten metal. Marble floors reflected the grandeur of a civilization that had ruled countless realms, its history written in blood, ambition, and divine conquest. Within these walls walked a young prince whose name was spoken in hushed awe: Kalus Z. Valerion, son of the Supreme Emperor, grandson of the Mythical Ancestor.
Kalus was no ordinary heir. The Primordial Omniversal Bloodline coursed through his veins, a lineage so rare it appeared once in millions of years. Legends spoke of its power—heirs could bend reality, manipulate elements, and command forces beyond the comprehension of mortals. The world itself trembled at the mere thought of his existence.
And yet... envy is stronger than reverence.
A prophecy had appeared in the Imperial Court, carved into stone and whispered by soothsayers:
"He will bring destruction; the empire shall fall at his hand."
No one knew it was false. No one suspected the subtle lies woven by those blinded by greed and ambition. Cousins, uncles, and even ministers, who once bowed before him, now whispered in shadowed halls. Their eyes glimmered not with respect, but with fear and desire.
Kalus felt it the moment he stepped into the palace's central hall that morning. Guards and servants avoided his gaze. Courtiers who once smiled now averted their eyes. And in the cold air of the throne room, he could feel the sharp scent of betrayal, as if the stone walls themselves were watching, waiting.
For sixty agonizing days, he ran. Assassins descended like shadows, their blades hungry, their magic lethal. But the cruelest wound was not steel—it was family.
The ritual was precise, merciless. His Primordial Omniversal Bloodline, the essence that had marked him as heir to worlds, was extracted. Pain unlike any mortal could imagine tore through him. Every pulse of magic, every instinct for survival, faltered.
Kalus fell to his knees, clutching the empty void where his power once surged. "Why... why betray your own blood?" he gasped. His voice echoed through the cold halls, unanswered.
He ran through corridors that twisted like nightmares, but every step led him closer to death. His body, once a vessel of omniversal potential, was now fragile, mortal. And yet, even stripped of his power, his spirit burned with defiance.
The throne room became his tomb. His relatives cornered him, blades of ancestral steel glinting. His bloodline gone, his abilities vanished, he fought with nothing but instinct and rage. He struck down many, but it was not enough.
At last, an uncle, eyes alight with fanatic devotion to false prophecy, plunged a blade through Kalus' chest. Pain lanced through him, but his mind remained sharp, even as life fled.
"I... should not have fallen... I was meant for more..." he whispered, blood mingling with tears. Shadows crept over his vision, the sound of the palace fading into silence.
[ Activate Omniversal Authority System – (Past Life Record)
Name: Kalus Z. Valerion
Title: Supreme Emperor's Son / Heir of Primordial Omniversal Bloodline
Bloodline: Primordial Omniversal
Talent: Transcendent Potential – Incomplete
Status: Deceased (Bloodline Stripped) ]
In the silence of death, the world moved on. The heir was gone. The empire continued, unaware that the universe itself had lost a force beyond comprehension.
Death should have been the end. But the Omniversal Authority, an ancient will that governs existence across worlds, had other plans.
Kalus' soul, rare and indomitable, shimmered in the void between realms. It pulsed like a dying star, yet a hand unseen reached across dimensions.
"You are not yet finished," a voice thundered, not in words but in comprehension, echoing through the threads of his soul. "Your bloodline... your essence... must return."
Kalus' consciousness felt itself torn, stretched, and hurled across the fabric of reality. Time folded, space twisted, and worlds collided as he was pulled into the stream of existence. The cold of death gave way to a strange warmth, unfamiliar and disorienting.
He did not know what awaited him. He did not know that he would awaken in a world of machines and glass towers, in a body that was young, fragile, and utterly powerless. Concepts like cities, monsters, or hovercars were meaningless to him. He only knew one truth:
He had survived.
Kalus opened his eyes to a dim room. The air smelled of something strange, metallic, and artificial. His hands—slender and unscarred—touched unfamiliar walls.
[System Panel Activated – Talent Awakening Detected
Name: Biro Kael
Age: 18
Talent: F – Dormant Omniversal Fragment
Bloodline: Fragment of Primordial Omniversal
Profession: Omniversal Authority
Aura: Hidden
Mentor: Appears once per Talent Level ]
The screen hovered before his eyes, filled with symbols and words that made no sense to him, yet seemed... instinctively significant. His heart raced.
He touched the pendant around his neck, a simple object given by the mother of this new life. A warmth ran through him, resonating in a way he could not explain. Flashes of the Imperial Citadel, of his family's betrayal, of the immense power he once commanded, flickered through his mind.
He did not understand the technology. He did not know what a city was, or why lights moved above the streets. He did not know that rifts—tears in reality that had existed for centuries—spawned monsters with levels and powers, and he also don't know what is floating infront of his eyes .
All he knew was the hum of a force deep within him, a fragment of the omniversal power he had once wielded.
A voice broke the silence, calm, authoritative, resonating through his very soul:
"You have awakened. This life is your second chance. The Omniversal Authority has called you. Learn, survive, and reclaim what is yours."
Biro's lips curled into a determined, almost feral smile. "I... will not fail again."