(This story is a work of fiction for my future roblox game.)
CH1
It is the mechanical goddesses he created in which he worships.
In the third century after the great war was a fine young man with indistinguishable intellect. He was a fine man who knew greatly of Mana and its elements, as well as how they are controlled, used, and produced. In fact, many of the books on mana today take direct note from his understandings of Mana.
And it is because of this genius of his that he could not find anybody like of himself. As if he is a puzzle piece that cannot fit with the others. It was as if he was a shape so uniquely special that the puzzle he's made of himself does not exist.
What can a man with intelligence do when there is nobody to share his intelligence with is simply cater with himself and learn more. Everyday Casperius would open a new journal entry and write and theorize all he can about the functions of life, energy, mana, and motion. Soon leading himself into a spiral into madness.
Such madness, such bonkers, he had written thousands and thousands of books, and he had done it all by himself. It had led him to be immoralized, to be derationalized. and to be completely rid of the fine young man everyone once knew him of. If someone had read one of his book they'd be granted a new perspective of life and abstract knowledge of mana.