The Beginning of the Fallen Age
A thousand years ago, when humans still ruled the Earth, there existed an age drenched in darkness. It was an era in which mankind thought of nothing but itself—an age where sin had grown so vast that it no longer had an end.
Greed ruled the hearts of people. Money, lust for power, theft, robbery, gang wars, drugs, alcohol, and gambling had become the foundation of society. Humanity had descended so deeply into cruelty that animals appeared more loyal and pure in comparison. In this age, sin knew no boundaries. The line separating humans from demons had blurred so completely that telling them apart had become nearly impossible.
It was during this cursed era that a child was born—neither fully human nor demon. Even before his birth, his own parents sought to end his life. But destiny had chosen a different path for him. He was meant to be born into this world.
The fate of the Earth rested in his hands. He was the one destined to bring change.
He carried within him the essence of a god—a divine fragment sent to Earth to restore balance, to reduce sin, and to make the world beautiful once more. Yet, he remained unaware of the power flowing silently through his veins.
Time moved forward, and the child grew alongside it, quietly observing the world around him. In school and later in college, he spoke little. Silence was his companion. He avoided people, avoided conversations, and preferred isolation. His classmates mocked him, bullied him, and ridiculed his quiet nature—but he endured it all without protest.
Within his heart, however, lived a single dream:
to become the most powerful human in the world.
At that time, he was weak and helpless. No matter how much he wished to change his circumstances, he lacked the strength to do so. His body failed him constantly; illness clung to him like a shadow. His home offered no peace either—family conflicts and endless arguments shattered whatever stability he sought. Mentally burdened and emotionally exhausted, he remained trapped in silence, unable to think clearly, unable to escape.
Yet destiny was patient.
A day was destined to arrive—a day that would shatter everything he knew and transform his life forever.
For now, he remained unaware of what awaited him. Each day followed the same pattern: school, home, and endless repetition. He had grown weary of life itself, lost and confused, unable to see a future ahead.
And then, without warning, the day arrived.
The day when his fate would change completely.