In the new world, the flow of the world has changed significantly compared to proper human history. Although some would say it was devastating, in Nobody's eyes, this was his way of making humanity reach its full potential and be freed from the old cycle.
"With twenty-five percent of the world's history changed, humans and gods act differently compared to their original story. But it's just like you told me before-it is through creativity that one is able to push through, and this world is much more perfect than proper human history..." Nobody chuckled.
"I'm sure you're all dying to figure out what changes I have brought forth into this world that make it better... well, you're about to find out right now!" He exclaimed.
A long time ago, before there were humans, before there were gods, before the planets and stars, there was nothing but an empty abyssal void. A blank, empty space where nothing surrounded it. Just hollow, and nothing more.
Then everything changed when a spark of light began to emit and illuminate the darkness that was the abyss. The light slowly began to take a physical form: a being with long, flowing, bright hair, with a face that could be mistaken for man or woman. Their eyes were soft and gentle, white as snow. As their eyes looked toward the wandering abyss, they let out a soft chuckle and began to encapsulate and compress themselves. What happened later on was the Big Bang.
Then everything changed when a spark of light began to emit and illuminate the darkness that was the abyss. The light slowly began to take a physical form: a being with long, flowing, bright hair, with a face that could be mistaken for man or woman. Their eyes were soft and gentle, white as snow. As their eyes looked toward the wandering abyss, they let out a soft chuckle and began to encapsulate and compress themselves. What happened later on was the Big Bang.
The Big Bang laid the foundation of the world, and it all truly began with the primordial goddess of the sea, Tiamat. She had the appearance of a titanic humanoid dragon, her stature one of the tallest to ever exist. Her horns were carved from obsidian, stretching so high they pierced the boundaries of early reality.
"You move with the weight of the deep," Abzu had said to her when their paths first crossed in the void. He was a creature of serene, crushing pressure-a great sapphire leviathan whose very breath calmed the chaotic waters.
Tiamat had let out a rumbling chuckle, her colossal humanoid form shifting as her obsidian horns caught the faint, early sparks of creation. "And you are the stillness that follows the storm, Abzu. The void is empty, but beside you, it feels whole."
For eons, they drifted in perfect harmony, their love forming the bedrock of reality. They cradled the stars as they began to ignite, and when they joined together, they birthed the gods. In those golden days, before the rebellion, they would watch their children leap between the newly formed heavens.
"They possess a spark we never had," Abzu murmured one evening, resting his massive head near hers. "They wish to build, to shape, to rule."
"Let them," Tiamat whispered softly, her eyes full of maternal pride. "They are our children, Abzu. The universe is wide enough for their dreams."
But she had been too gentle. They both had.
The betrayal did not happen in the dark; it happened in the brilliant halls of the first heaven. Enki stood before his father, his hands glowing with a brilliant, golden arcane light. He did not come to talk. He came for the crown of the world.
"Your time of stagnation is over, Father!" Enki roared, slamming his staff into the crystalline floor. The ground fractured, sending pillars of pressurized, white-hot magical energy shooting upward to pierce Abzu's scales.
Abzu let out a deafening roar that shook the foundations of the deep. He was a dragon of the primordial waters, and with a single flick of his massive tail, he summoned a tidal wave of heavy, dense sea-fluid that threatened to drown the concept of light itself. The pressure alone was enough to crush lesser gods into dust.
"You dare raise your hands against the one who gave you breath?" Abzu thundered, his jaws snapping shut, missing Enki by a mere hair's breadth as the younger god teleported through a flash of arcane runes.
Enki spat blood, his eyes wide with a manic, desperate ambition. "You hoard the authority of creation! We will not live as your pets!"
Enki unleashed his ultimate spell, weaving the conceptual laws of boundaries. He constructed an invisible, unbreakable cage of localized geometry around Abzu, compressing the space until the great water dragon's bones began to crack. Abzu thrashed, his raw strength shattering the boundaries of the cage, his teeth tearing through Enki's shoulder, painting the gold floors in divine blood. But Enki was faster, driven by a ruthless hunger. Chaining Abzu's wings with bindings of pure, condensed starlight, Enki drove a spear of absolute logic straight through his father's heart.
Abzu's roars faded into a hollow rattle. He fell, and Enki reached down to tear the primordial crown from his brow.
Tiamat decided to check on Abzu, beginning to feel worried for the sudden disappearance of her beloved.
"Abzu! Abzu! Where are you? It's unusual for you to be gone for a long time?" Tiamat pondered as she drifted around.
When she arrived, she was met with nothing but bloodshed. Her expression became entirely unreadable.
Enki was covered in the blood of his fallen father, with the corpse of Abzu laying at the ground.
All the other gods began to gather around the scene.
Enki backed away in fear. "Mother... please, I can explain..."
Tiamat looked back at him, her expression terrifyingly cold. "There's no need for you to explain to me. This already explains itself."
Enki attempted to approach her. "Please mother, I-"
Tiamat stood up. Her body began to tremble, but she hid it as a crushing, suffocating aura began to emit from her form. "No... you shall no longer call me mother. I shall no longer call you my son."
She gleamed furiously. "All of you... I have tolerated all of you for years! I let you all become independent. Your father and I wished only to see you grow, and yet, it seems in our carelessness, we have raised children who bring nothing but shame!"
Tiamat's eyes glowed a malicious crimson as she roared, "From this point on... all of you are my enemies!"
When the news of the murder reached the abyssal depths, Tiamat did not weep yet. The grief was too vast, turning instantly into a cold, terrifying resolve. She looked down at Kingu, her most loyal general among the demonic beasts she had birthed from her own flesh.
"Mother," Kingu knelt, his jagged, armored form trembling under the sheer weight of her presence.
"They have broken the sacred bond," Tiamat's voice echoed like grinding tectonic plates. From her chest, she pulled a heavy, glowing stone slab etched with shifting, unreadable cosmic runes-the Tablet of Destinies.
"Take this, Kingu," she commanded, pressing the artifact into his hands. The moment his fingers brushed it, reality around Kingu rippled. "With this, your word is law. What you decree, the universe must execute. Lead my armies. Show our rebellious children the price of their treason."
Kingu gripped the tablet, his eyes flaring with absolute power. "By your command, Mother. Fate belongs to us."
The war that followed was a one-sided massacre. The gods gathered their absolute forces, unleashing everything they had, but they were utterly outmatched.
Anu, the god of the sky, descended with a storm of cosmic thunderbolts, each capable of vaporizing entire planets. "Yield, Tiamat!" he screamed, hurling a javelin of pure plasma at her.
Tiamat didn't even blink. She unleashed her Full Dragon Form. Her body expanded exponentially, ripping through space until she was as tall as the seven heavens themselves. With a lazy sweep of her massive, clawed arm, she demonstrated her Chaos Manipulation.
The plasma bolt didn't just explode-it inverted, turning into a swarm of flesh-eating void insects that turned back to attack Anu's armies.
With a deafening roar, Tiamat uncoiled her gargantuan tail. The sheer kinetic force shattered the second, third, and fourth heavens simultaneously, sending raining fragments of celestial reality crashing down.
"Taste the fury of the deep!" the war gods yelled, rallying a vanguard of a thousand divine warriors to charge at Kingu.
Kingu simply raised the Tablet of Destinies. "It is destined," Kingu whispered, his voice overriding the audio of the universe, "that your weapons shall bear the weight of a dying star."
Instantly, the swords and spears of the gods grew so impossibly heavy that they dragged the warriors straight down into the abyssal void, snapping their wrists and crushing their armor under their own weight.
Enki tried to intervene, casting a massive, sweeping wave of restructuring magic to dissolve Tiamat's army of demonic beasts. But Kingu pointed at him. "It is destined that your magic shall turn to ash in your throat." Enki gasped, coughing violently as suffocating gray soot poured from his mouth, completely neutralizing his incantations before they could manifest.
The remaining gods launched a desperate, coordinated strike, combining their elemental powers into a massive, concentrated beam of destruction aimed directly at Kingu's heart. Kingu didn't move. He simply held up the tablet. "It is destined that this attack has already missed."
The laws of cause and effect bent. The massive beam of light literally curved ninety degrees in mid-air, completely bypassing Kingu and striking the fifth and sixth heavens behind him, vaporizing them into nothingness. Six of the seven heavens were completely gone, reduced to cosmic debris floating in Tiamat's primordial flood.
The gods fell to their knees on the single remaining sliver of heaven, bleeding, exhausted, and weeping. Enki's crown was cracked, and Anu's wings were broken. Tiamat loomed over them, a towering shadow of scales and chaos, ready to deliver the final, crushing blow.
"Where is your rebellion now?" Kingu mocked, stepping forward with the tablet glowing fiercely.
The gods desperately panicked. Tiamat brought forth a massive army of demonic beasts to aid her in this battle. Her wrath was catastrophic. In her fury, she unleashed her full dragon transformation, growing to a colossal height equal to the seven heavens themselves. With roaring waves of primordial fluid and reality-warping chaos manipulation, she violently shattered six of the seven heavens, leaving the gods clinging to the final, remaining sliver of the sky.
Yet, Enki did not doubt their remaining chances of winning. He called forth his son, Marduk, to fight on behalf of the pantheon.
While the older gods relied on their inherited primordial authorities (like Anu's lightning or Enki's fixed magic), Marduk was born in the middle of the strife. He was younger, unbound by the traditional rigid laws of the pantheon, and possessed a mind driven by pure, adaptive creativity.
Where others saw magic as a set of rules to be recited, Marduk saw it as a fluid art form. He spent his youth studying the natural elements of the shattered cosmos, eventually mastering the Four Winds-not as mere weather manipulation, but as an ever-shifting, unpredictable manifestation of kinetic chaos. He was chosen to fight not because he was the strongest god, but because his mind was the only one flexible enough to think outside the boundaries of fixed fate.
But a massive obstacle still stood in their way: Kingu, Tiamat's general, who held the Tablet of Destinies. With the tablet, Kingu held absolute authority over fate. Any attack directed at him was destined by reality to miss or turn to dust.
The Tablet of Destinies was the ultimate authority of reality, but it possessed a critical, hidden vulnerability: it could only govern what was already ordered, predictable, and defined.
Because the tablet dictated "destiny," it operated like a cosmic hyper-computer. It calculated the trajectories of attacks, the logic of magic, and the pre-determined laws of cause and effect. It could easily rewrite a destined strike because a standard strike had a clear beginning and end.
However, against absolute, unguided chaos-something with no fixed intent, no predictable vector, and no structured logic-the tablet would suffer a conceptual lag, forced to calculate infinite probabilities simultaneously before it could issue a divine decree.
When Marduk descended onto the final remaining sliver of heaven, he didn't charge Kingu with a sword. He raised his hands and unleashed the Four Winds from all four cardinal directions at once.
The North, South, East, and West winds slammed into each other directly on top of Kingu. They didn't strike him; they created a furious, localized, swirling atmospheric vortex that constantly collapsed in on itself.
Kingu sneered, raising the tablet. "It is destined that these winds shall-"
But his voice caught. The winds were shifting direction millions of times per second, colliding randomly without any structural pattern. The Tablet of Destinies flared violently, its runes spinning rapidly as it tried to compute the "destiny" of an completely unpredictable storm. Kingu gasped, realizing the air was being violently ripped from his lungs. The conceptual lag of the tablet paralyzed his defense, allowing Enki to mask his lifeforce, trick the artifact, and let Marduk dive through the tempest to sever Kingu from his power.
With Kingu disarmed, Tiamat loomed over the battlefield. Even with six of the heavens shattered, she possessed an unimaginable pool of primordial energy. Her chaos tides surged, her high durability made her practically impervious to their prior attacks, and her regeneration could undo any wound in an instant. She had more than enough power to wipe Marduk and the remaining gods out of existence with a single breath.
She coiled her titanic, humanoid dragon body, opening her massive jaws as primordial fluid gathered in her throat. The sheer weight of her power made the final heaven fracture. Marduk braced himself, drawing his bow, ready for a catastrophic clash.
Tiamat looked down, her crimson eyes locking onto Marduk, then shifting to Enki, and finally to the weeping, broken gods bleeding on the crystalline floor.
The primordial fluid in her throat slowly subsided. Her massive body began to tremble, not from weakness, but from an overwhelming, suffocating realization.
These were her children.
She remembered cradling the early stars with Abzu while watching them play. She remembered the pride she felt when they first learned to shape reality. Yes, they had killed her husband, and yes, they had betrayed her love-but as she looked at their terrified, bleeding faces, her maternal instinct completely paralyzed her wrath. She could destroy them, but winning would mean executing her own family. To a mother, that was a fate worse than death.
The terrifying crimson glow in her eyes softened, turning back into a gentle, tearful white. Her massive dragon claws relaxed, dropping heavily into the primordial flood.
Tiamat looked down at the remaining gods and laughed shakingly, tears slowly shedding from her eyes. "So in the end, I couldn't even think of killing my own enemies... because in that moment, I still viewed all of you as my children. It was wrong of me to ever hurt you with such harsh treatment. I just couldn't stand that you rebelled against me after how long I took care of you... but I know that you're no longer young children. You're all grown up, strong, and independent enough to take care of yourselves. I wish I could make amends with all of you, but alas, the damage I've caused is already done. There is no possible way for me to be redeemed of my sins."
The gods were shaken, shedding tears as they listened to her cries.
Tiamat continued her speech, her voice breaking. "Even though it breaks my heart to say this, I have failed my role and duties as a mother. I turned a blind eye against all of you. I hurt you just because of my uncontrollable grief over your father's death, and in doing so, I ruined the heavens... Thus, I am a stain. Merely a shell of my beautiful, loving, and caring mother self. Now nothing more than a monstrous dragon who rampages uncontrollably. And for that, I deserve to be judged and tried."
"I-I don't deserve to be a mother... I deserve to be all alone. It was clearly wrong of me to believe that a dragon could ever show compassion and love. I'm nothing more than a mess. I was the mistake, and now that I am surrendering in defeat, my only request is that you take my life, Marduk... please, end my suffering." She glanced down at the young god.
"Goodbye, foolish children who chose to love me despite my faults. I truly am not worthy of something as beautiful as this..."
Stopping her regeneration and dampening her chaos tides, she willingly laid herself bare. Marduk, bearing the heavy, devastating burden of his duty, channeled the energy of the final remaining heaven into his ultimate arrow.
"The aftermath of that war was Tiamat eventually being split in half by Marduk's arrow, which gave birth to the creation of the world that all living life has ever lived since then..." Nobody added.
"I have seen the proper human history's version of this tale and how this will all play out, although everything is almost a one to one copy, I did not imagine the dragon to have such emotions but alas that is something that should have been expected...after all...mother knows best..." Nobody concluded.