The clan known as The Forbidden Lineage had always been a whisper in the dark, a name unspoken by the lips of mortals and gods alike. To even utter it was to invite calamity. Its origins stretched into forgotten eons, founded by an ancient monster who had nearly touched a realm beyond even Zeroth Tier.
Born into this terrifying bloodline, the child who was once the Void's sole ruler now lived a second life. He was the product of a union between his father, a multiverse-destroying cultivator at the peak of the Tao, and his mother, a demon queen whose own clan rivaled the strongest forces across existence. Conceived for a hundred million years, he entered this world already a transcendent.
By eighteen, he shattered records none thought possible. His comprehension of divine laws exceeded the accumulated wisdom of the family's thirteen Zeroth Tier ancestors. They called him the Son of God, not as flattery, but because it was the only title sufficient to describe his impossible existence.
Yet unlike in his first life, where endless solitude drove him to seal his body and seek new beginnings, here he embraced the warmth of family. For the first time, he was cherished. For the first time, he experienced love.
But he was still the same soul. He remembered Earth. He remembered being a fan of villain novels. And he remembered something else: the dissatisfaction he once felt with a particular Chinese anime — Eclipse of Illusion.
"This time," he whispered to himself, standing upon the highest terrace of the Forbidden Lineage's sacred grounds, "I will rewrite that story. I will tear apart destiny itself and pen my own script."
And so, with the Void itself bending to his will, he descended to that world — not as a savior, not as a protagonist, but as the Villain above all villains.