THE FUTURE THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST
Before creation had a name… before the first breath of wind whispered across an empty world… there were only two beings.
One who nurtured light.
One who carried darkness.
They were called by many names across forgotten ages, but the world remembers them only as:
All-Father.
All-Mother.
From their existence, the first stars were carved, and from those stars emerged their children—the Constellations, mighty beings who shaped the laws of the universe. There was laughter once, and warmth, and a harmony that lasted longer than any timeline could measure.
But creation never remains pure.
The All-Father, brilliant and adored, discovered the sweetness of worship—how belief could be harvested, shaped, and consumed. The more mortals prayed, the more powerful he became. The All-Mother warned him, her voice soft but firm, that no creator should devour their creations.
When she refused to join him, the heavens trembled.
And thus began the First Astral War.
The Constellations divided—those who favored light and authority followed the All-Father. Those who cherished freedom and balance followed the All-Mother and her seven children, the ones born not from light, but from the pure emotions of humanity.
Wrath.
Pride.
Envy.
Greed.
Sloth.
Gluttony.
Lust.
They were neither evil nor corrupt.
They were simply… human.
But the world would never remember them that way.
The war lasted eras. Galaxies cracked, stars fell like rain, and the earth—the young, fragile earth—was scarred so deeply that its wounds still sleep beneath oceans and mountains.
In the end, the All-Father won.
The All-Mother, weakened, was sealed into the newborn planet she defended with her life. Her seven children were forced into human vessels, condemned to reincarnate endlessly, trapped in mortal shells—silent, powerless, forgotten.
And the All-Father paid a price as well.
Only 1% of his true strength remained.
But even a fraction of a god is enough to rule.
And so, he waited.
He waited for humanity to flourish.
For belief to grow again.
For fear to return.
For the perfect vessel to appear.
And when the time arrived…
He created a game.
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THE DAY THE SKY BROKE
Kael never believed the world would end quietly.
At twenty-one, he had grown up an orphan—yet never truly alone. He had friends who laughed with him, teachers who trusted him, strangers who feared him for the wrong reasons.
His dark hair and blood-red eyes made him look like something unearthly.
People whispered "demon," "cursed," "bad omen"—yet he smiled anyway.
He thought things would get better with time.
But time betrayed him.
On the day the sky broke, Kael stood in the city square beside his friends. The clouds twisted into unnatural shapes, like a giant hand pushing through reality. Thunder rumbled without sound.
Then—
DING!
A cosmic chime echoed inside every human mind.
A blue window materialized in front of the population:
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[THE ALL-FATHER WELCOMES YOU]
The Divine Game begins.
Only humans 20 years old and above will qualify.
All others will be erased.
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People laughed at first.
Thought it was a prank, a viral hack, an AR hallucination.
But just one minute later… the world screamed.
Everyone below twenty—children, teens, infants—glowed for a split second… and vanished. No bodies. No traces. Not even shadows remained.
Just silence.
A silence sharp enough to break the human mind.
People collapsed. Mothers clawed at empty air. Fathers tore their throats screaming. Siblings fainted.
The world became a graveyard of memories.
And then more screens appeared:
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[STATUS WINDOW GRANTED — POWER OF THE ALL-FATHER]
Each survivor felt energy enter their souls, a divine light.
Their stats awakened.
Their quests appeared.
Their levels registered.
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Except for one person.
Kael.
In front of him appeared not golden divine light…
but a black window, pulsing like a heartbeat.
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[THE ALL-MOTHER HAS CHOSEN YOU]
System Type: Forbidden.
User Qualification: Unique Vessel.
Authority: Unknown.
Access Level: Impossible.
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The world gave him the All-Mother's system—something no one else possessed. Something even the All-Father could not control.
And that… was when destiny warped.
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THE CURSE OF FUTURE SIGHT
Kael's red eyes burned.
It felt like needles carving symbols into his skull as visions flooded him—thousands, millions, endless timelines opening like bleeding flowers.
He saw futures where he became a hero.
Where he saved lives.
Where he protected his friends.
But in every single one—
The All-Father descended to Earth.
And slaughtered them all.
Body, soul, memory—erased forever.
His friends didn't just die.
They ceased to exist.
And then he saw another future.
A single thread.
Thin. Fragile. Lonely.
A world where Kael became the villain.
Where the people feared him.
Where he was hated, hunted, cursed.
But in that future—
the All-Father never gained enough power to return.
Humanity survived.
One future among millions.
Only one.
His breath trembled.
His hands shook.
He wanted to tell his friends. Warn them. Warn anyone.
But then the final vision struck him like a blade:
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[RULE OF THE ALL-MOTHER'S EYES]
Revealing future information to another person
results in their immediate death.
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Kael collapsed to his knees.
He understood the torture the All-Mother had lived with.
He understood why she lost.
Why she was sealed.
Why her seven children—now buried as sins inside mortal bodies—were sleeping without memories.
The world was a prison.
And he was the only one with the key.
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THE WEIGHT OF ONE CHOICE
Kael's friends gathered around him, worried.
"Kael? Are you okay?"
"Your eyes—they're glowing!"
"Hey, don't scare us like that—Kael?"
But when he looked at them…
he saw their deaths again and again:
Elena, torn apart by celestial chains.
Riven, burned alive by divine flames.
Mira, melted into nothingness by holy light.
Jared, reduced to ash by a single gesture of the All-Father.
And he saw the same ending:
No afterlife.
No reincarnation.
Just void.
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't speak.
He couldn't save them…
unless he became the monster the world already believed him to be.
He stood up slowly.
For the first time in his life…
Kael felt truly alone.
His friends reached out to him—
And Kael drew his blade.
Because if he didn't kill them now…
the All-Father would devour them later.
It was mercy.
It was cruelty.
It was the only future where their souls could still exist in the cycle.
And so, with tears burning behind his crimson eyes…
Kael made the first sacrifice.
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THE SEVEN WHO SLEEP
That night, as he walked alone beneath a torn sky, seven shadows emerged in his vision—seven silent figures standing at the edge of consciousness.
Wrath.
Lust.
Gluttony.
Greed.
Sloth.
Envy.
Pride.
Not monsters.
Not demons.
Constellations.
The last children of the All-Mother.
They whispered in his soul, each carrying a fragment of a forgotten power. Kael was the only vessel able to awaken them, one by one, through his journey.
But there was a cost:
Whenever Kael was close to death—
whenever he was overwhelmed—
whenever the All-Father's influence pushed too hard—
One Sin would take control of his body,
fighting with the rage of a starving god.
Kael would become a monster on the battlefield.
He would become the terror stories are written about.
He would become the villain destiny demanded.
And the world… would have no idea why.
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THE GAME OF GODS
The days that followed were chaos.
The All-Father gave humanity quests:
Hunt. Build. Survive.
Gain faith. Grow stronger.
Each quest was "fair."
Each reward was "balanced."
At least… that's what the world believed.
But Kael knew better.
He received quests no one else saw—
quests meant to awaken the seven sins inside him,
quests written in the language of the All-Mother,
quests the All-Father couldn't track.
While everyone else leveled up through standard missions, Kael faced tasks such as:
> [Awaken the Sleeping Pride]
Descend into the Astral Remnant.
Offer the fire of your conviction.
or—
> [Trial of Wrath]
Break the chains of restraint.
Let justice burn.
Every step pushed him further away from humanity.
Every power he gained made him less human.
Every choice distanced him from the people he once saved.
But he didn't stop.
He couldn't.
Because he alone knew the truth:
The Divine Game was not entertainment.
It was a harvest.
A way for the All-Father to grow strong again.
A way for the god of deception to regain his full power.
And when he regained 100%…
humanity would vanish.
Just like the All-Mother.
Just like his friends—
in every doomed future he saw.
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THE VILLAIN WHO MUST SAVE THE WORLD
Kael wandered through the burning remnants of the world, feeling the seven Constellations stir within him. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, reflecting futures no one else could comprehend.
He was no hero.
Not anymore.
Heroes needed hope to survive.
Kael had none.
Heroes fought to protect the world.
Kael fought against the will of a god.
Heroes needed allies.
Kael had only ghosts.
But he embraced what destiny demanded—
the villain the stories would write about,
the monster the world would fear,
the cursed one who bore the eyes of doom.
He lifted his blade toward the night sky, where the constellation of the All-Father glimmered like a mocking crown.
"Watch me," Kael whispered.
His voice was low, hollow, determined.
"I will burn your future…
just like you burned mine."
And with that, the villain's journey began.
A journey to save a world that would learn to hate him.
A journey to awaken forgotten gods inside his own soul.
A journey to defy a creator.
A journey to rewrite destiny itself.
And in the darkest future—
Kael was humanity's only hope.
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