Morning slapped Xain awake like it always did. Not gently. Not kindly. Just life, reminding a 23-year-old office worker that the grind never sleeps.
He suited up with zero enthusiasm, hopped on his bike, and sliced through the crowded city like a ghost no one cared about. Soon, the towering mirrored building of HildOid Company loomed over him. People praised the company's products… but no one praised working there.
Inside, Xain barely sat at his desk before the office floor went quiet.
Mr. Adams.
The boss nobody wanted. The man with the smile of a politician and the heart of a calculator. His Personal Assistant followed behind him with a tablet while Mr. Adams carried something worse — a stack of files thick enough to end a nation.
He dropped it on Xain's desk.
"Done. Today. By 7 p.m."
No discussion. No mercy. Just orders.
Xain glanced at the clock.
9:24 a.m.
Perfect. Still starving. Still tired. Still doomed.
Three familiar idiots slid into view — James, Markus, Jed — his friends, his trouble magnets.
James whistled. "Bro. That's not work. That's a mountain."
Markus squinted. "This man wants to end your bloodline."
Jed slapped his back. "We'll help. Let's crush this then go eat."
The P.A. leaned close and whispered sharply,
"If Mr. Adams catches anyone helping him, then you're all in big trouble."
They didn't care. They still wanted to help — but Xain forced a smile.
"I've got it. Go eat."
They hesitated. Then left.
He worked. Hard. Fast. Aggressive focus.
Hours vanished.
By the time he finished, it was silent. Everyone had gone home.
On his way out, it happened.
A voice.
No echo. No source. Just inside reality.
"This world will soon come to an end."
He froze. Looked around. Nothing.
He shrugged it off.
But the voice wasn't done.
Days passed. Then a week. Then two.
At cafés. On the street. In his room. In his sleep.
"The world you know will end."
By the next Saturday, Xain snapped.
"What do you mean the world will end?!"
His window creaked open.
An owl — enormous, elegant, glowing faint gold — glided in. It dropped a sealed letter onto his bed and perched silently, watching.
Xain opened it.
And the letter… wasn't short. It wasn't casual. It felt like judgement written in ink.
"Xain.
Human society will fall. Not in flames. Not in war.
But because everything humans built is too weak to survive what is coming.
However… you are interesting. You endure without whining. You suffer without collapsing. You carry a tired world on tired shoulders — and still move.
I am offering you ascension. Become what humans call a Star — a divine sovereign.
But power is not free."
Xain's hand paused.
"Here is the deal.
You will be granted the position of a Star (supreme being).
You will receive authority…
But you must prove your soul can carry a universe.
Not by strength.
By choices.
By sacrifice.
By facing trials written into existence before Earth was even formed."
His heartbeat raced.
"If you accept, you will enter a contract bound by Resonance Law — the law that governs fate itself.
Refuse… and remain human. And when the world changes… survive if you can."
Signed:
"The Writer.
Xain stared at the letter.
Then threw it into the trash.
"Nope."
The owl blinked, offended, and flew away.
Two months of silence.
No voices.
No letters.
Life crawled back to normal.
Until one night…
His room filled with light.
Wings unfolded.
A presence too real, too majestic, too terrifying to be human filled the room.
A being stood there — tall, flawless, terrifyingly calm. Wings stretched wide and bright. Eyes like polished gold.
"I am Michael," he said. Not loudly. But the air vibrated anyway.
"The Fifteenth Archangel. I come from ARCH.
And I bring the Writer's message again."
Xain swallowed and said in his mind. If he was a girl I would do anything to marry this being but… yeah, game over. But right now? He was terrified.
Michael explained everything cleanly.
Stars. Constellations. Resonance Law. The contract. The power.
Not magic.
Authority.
Power to rewrite existence — but bound by cosmic law.
Power that makes gods afraid.
Power that can crush worlds…
…or save them.
Xain asked for some time .
Michael agreed 2 weeks.
The final day came. And the sky broke.
Hundreds of archangels descended.
Cities shook. Clouds split. Light swallowed the horizon.
Xain ran outside with everyone else.
And then it happened.
A gigantic presence hovered above the city. Wings spread across the sky. Voice amplified like a living speaker.
"Humans. Listen."
People froze.
Some prayed. Some cried. Some filmed. Some laughed in denial.
Michael's voice thundered across the world.
"The Stars, the Constellations, and the Lord are done watching your boring, reckless, meaningless cycles.
The era you know… is over.
Reality is about to be rewritten.
Brace yourselves."
And Xain?
Standing in the middle of chaos…
He finally realized something.
This wasn't a fantasy.
This was the beginning of the end —
Or the start of something far greater.