The Dojo of Limits towered above the city like a blade piercing the sky — sleek, metallic, humming with power. It was the cradle of humanity's elite warriors, the place where legends were forged. And now, he was inside it.
Under the alias "Jin Mu," he had passed the preliminary tests with ease. His physical stats were calibrated to match a mid-tier trainee, just enough to avoid suspicion. But beneath the surface, the Paradox Sigil pulsed in his chest, rewriting probabilities with every breath.
He wasn't here to climb ranks.
He was here to watch.
To protect.
To intercept.
Luo Feng had just been recruited. The boy's eyes sparkled with ambition, unaware of the cosmic storm brewing around him. Babata hadn't revealed himself yet, but the meteorite was close. Jin Mu could feel it — the timeline vibrating with tension.
He kept his distance, observing from the shadows. Every interaction, every sparring match, every whispered conversation between Hong and Thunder God — he catalogued it all. The original events were unfolding, but not perfectly. There were deviations.
Small ones.
Dangerous ones.
In the original timeline, Luo Feng was supposed to spar with a trainee named Wei Long, triggering a chain of events that led to his first breakthrough. But now, Wei Long had been injured in a mysterious accident — a fall from the training tower that defied physics.
Jin Mu investigated.
The tower's security logs had been wiped. The gravity stabilizers had glitched for precisely 0.7 seconds — just enough to cause the fall. And the anomaly matched a signature he recognized.
The Paradox Order.
They were here.
He confronted one of their agents in the simulation chamber — a woman with silver eyes and a voice like static. She called him "Echoborn." Said he was a threat to the narrative. That the Void Engine had made a mistake.
They fought.
Not with fists, but with causality.
She tried to erase his presence from the timeline. He countered by anchoring himself to Luo Feng's memory — a subtle imprint, a whisper in the boy's dreams.
The chamber collapsed.
She vanished.
And Jin Mu knew: the war had begun.
He returned to his quarters, exhausted. The Sigil was unstable. His powers were growing, but so were the consequences. Every time he bent reality, the universe pushed back harder.
He stared at the stars through the window.
Somewhere out there, the Sector Lords were stirring. The Beast God inheritance was waiting. The Virtual Universe was preparing to recruit its next champion.
And Luo Feng was walking straight into it.
Jin Mu clenched his fists.
He wouldn't let the Order rewrite history.
He wouldn't let Luo Feng fall.
Because this time, the story had two protagonists.
And the stars would tremble for both.