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Chapter One: The Dawn of Chaos
The Milky Way Galaxy shimmered in the endless stretch of the cosmos, its countless stars forming rivers of light across the void. Among them, one blue planet pulsed faintly — Earth, cradled within its own magnetic cocoon. The Earth's magnetosphere, a natural barrier often referred to as the biosphere, served as an invisible shield stretching tens of thousands of kilometers into space. It deflected charged particles and cosmic radiation, preserving the fragile life that flourished beneath it. But on that day, the barrier that had guarded humanity since its birth was breached.
In an instant, several alarm systems blared across scientific stations and orbital outposts. Red lights flashed as frantic voices filled communication channels. Reports poured in from satellites, research labs, and control centers scattered around the world. Yet, despite the chaos, no one had a clear explanation. The readings were beyond anything recorded in human history. The magnetosphere wasn't simply weakening — it was being torn open by an unknown external force.
The control systems and research units struggled to organize a response. The scale of the disturbance, both in distance and power, made real-time action almost impossible. The military scrambled to locate the source of the breach, scanning for any anomaly that could explain the massive energy fluctuation. Then, a global alert echoed through every command center on Earth.
UNIDENTIFIED ENERGY SOURCE DETECTED.
Danger level: Capable of annihilating massive continents and the atmosphere.
The message froze everyone in silence. Data streams flickered across countless screens as analysts worked feverishly to interpret the readings. The energy wasn't behaving like anything known to science — it pulsed rhythmically, as though alive. Within minutes, the research units forwarded all findings to White HQ, the highest authority in charge of planetary defense and advanced studies.
White HQ immediately issued a priority directive: all regions were to abandon unnecessary physical operations and focus on ensuring the safety of their personnel. But even as the orders spread, it was already too late. The Earth trembled as the unknown energy descended.
The first wave of mana arrived.
It was seen as a red pulse — not light, not flame, but an energy that seemed to carry will and emotion. It spread outward from the breach like a living storm. Every city, town, and continent it passed through erupted in chaos. Power grids failed, skies turned crimson, and oceans boiled with violent surges. Disasters followed the pulse as though dragged in its wake — hurricanes formed in seconds, volcanoes awoke from ancient slumber, and the air itself vibrated with unseen pressure.
At first, people believed it to be a solar flare or some catastrophic weapon. But when the animals began to change, that illusion shattered. Dogs, birds, and even insects twisted under the influence of the energy, their bodies reshaped into monstrous forms that radiated hunger and aggression. Within days, entire regions were overrun by beasts that knew no rest or reason, driven by an instinct to kill anything that still bore human scent.
The world descended into chaos. Governments collapsed as cities burned, their defenses useless against creatures that regenerated faster than bullets could tear them apart. Humanity stood on the edge of extinction. The military fought relentlessly, but each victory came at unimaginable cost. Thousands of soldiers were lost for every small zone reclaimed. Nuclear options were considered, then abandoned — the mana storm devoured radiation as if it were fuel.
It took sacrifices beyond measure, covert operations, and countless lives before humanity managed to hold the line. Billions perished in that first year alone, and by the time the storm began to settle, half of the human race was gone. It was a tragedy that scarred history itself, remembered forever as The Year of the Red Pulse.
Yet even in ruin, humanity refused to vanish. Amid the ashes of destroyed cities, survivors discovered strange phenomena. Dim rifts, glowing like cracks in reality, began to appear around the world. They were later called Soul Bridges — gateways to sub-worlds filled with both peril and promise. Inside them, monstrous entities and treasures of immense power coexisted. Those who ventured in either perished or returned changed.
During one such expedition, deep within an unstable sub-world, a small team of researchers uncovered something extraordinary — the method of cultivation. It wasn't just energy manipulation but a direct connection to the same red force that had nearly destroyed Earth. By channeling and refining mana within their bodies, humans could grow stronger, evolve, and adapt. The discovery spread like wildfire, igniting a new spark of hope.
With time, the chaos gave way to structure. The remnants of nations reorganized, creating academies and factions dedicated to understanding and mastering mana. Scholars called it "The Era of Magic," a new age where survival was no longer dependent on technology alone but on the strength of one's soul.
And thus, from the ashes of despair, humanity began its path of ascension — a journey to reclaim what was lost and rise beyond what they once were. The dawn of chaos had ended, but the story of their evolution had only just begun.