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The Hunter's Awakening

Guzoku
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Seated around a table fashioned from light and nothingness, they contemplate the universes as mere entertainment. Wars, the fall of empires, cries and sacrifices… all is but a spectacle for them, an eternal distraction they laugh at without remorse. But in the heart of one of these doomed worlds, a child named Kael refuses to let his world be destroyed. As universes clash and tear each other apart, he is ready to do anything to protect his own, even if it means defying forces beyond comprehension. For in a game where the gods pull the strings… can a hunter change the rules?
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Ah… ah ah ah…"

Laughter intertwined within the infinite dimension.

Around an endless table, entities observed.Gods. Judges. Spectators.

Before them… an infinite number of universes.

Dimensions collided.Worlds were born… then died.Beings fought, never knowing they were being watched.

"Look… another one who thinks he can defy his fate."

"They fight… they suffer… and yet… they keep going."

One god fixed his gaze on a particular dimension.

"Pathetic… but entertaining."

"They know nothing."

Another slowly smiled.

"They don't even know we exist."

Silence.

Then…

A breath.

A void.

An overwhelming weight.

Something… incomprehensible.

Even the gods fell silent.

Beyond the table…Beyond the observers…Beyond the universes…Beyond the dimensions…

There was a presence.

A being.

The origin.

The one who created everything.

The universes.The dimensions.The multiverses.Realities beyond comprehension.

Everything.

A silhouette appeared within the infinite darkness.

A body… similar to that of a human.

But inside that body…

There was no blood.No bones.No organs.

There was a universe.

An entire universe… contained within a single form.

Galaxies were born and died within his gaze.Infinite dimensions pulsed within his existence.

It was him.

The Creator.

The one who observed… even the gods.

The one who gave birth to everything that exists.

And beyond.

The gods… slightly lowered their heads.

Even they… were nothing but creations.

And yet…

In the silence…

He did not speak.

He did not need to speak.

For everything that exists…

Belongs to him.

And within the infinite…

The spectacle continues.

"They laugh… at these universes they believe they control. They observe, judge, play with worlds they think are weak… but to me, they are nothing more than creations among many others."