Beware of me: For I bring chaos
In a world shattered by falling meteors and alien horrors known as Interstellars, survival is no longer a right—it is a privilege earned through power. When humanity’s gods stay silent, a man named Dhruva, the Hammer Saint, rises and crushes an Interstellar with a single swing. From that moment, Chakra awakens within mankind, reshaping flesh, faith, and fate. Heroes are forged, monsters are born, and a new order takes control. Religion is replaced by obedience. Those who resist are branded Outcasts and cast into rot.
This is the world Michael is born into—already condemned.
The bastard son of an elite Hammer Saint and an Outcast woman, Michael’s existence is a stain the ruling Order cannot tolerate. To preserve their sanctity, they murder his mother in cold blood and erase her name from history. Michael survives only because a shadowy man named Victor intervenes, raising him not as a son, but as a weapon. In the lawless underbelly of society, Michael grows into a ruthless enforcer, earning a whispered title: the Night Reaper. He learns one truth above all others—this world does not deserve saving.
Years later, Michael is captured by C.O.S.M.O.S., the Dominion’s elite force tasked with controlling Chakra users and eradicating threats. Deep beneath their headquarters lies the Awakener Chamber, a place where Chakra is forcibly carved into the powerless. It is here that Michael is meant to die—burned alive by Bheeshma, an A-rank executioner who views him as nothing more than expendable trash.
But death refuses him.
As his body is reduced to ash, a forbidden artifact awakens—a Black Lotus, sealed beneath layers of paranoia and lies. Its petals choose Michael, not out of mercy, but recognition. He survives the inferno, rebuilt by black fumes and unholy power. The Lotus brands him a slave, binding him to a system of growth, missions, and brutal consequence. Yet what it grants him is undeniable—power beyond the Order’s control.
Michael’s rebirth is catastrophic. He shatters Bheeshma, slaughters an A-rank Interstellar, and leaves C.O.S.M.O.S. headquarters in ruins. For the first time, the rulers of this world glimpse something worse than rebellion: a reckoning they cannot leash.
Back in the Outcast slums, Michael witnesses the same cruelty he has always known—children used as bait, families erased for convenience, hope crushed under official boots. The system that murdered his mother continues, unchanged. But now, Michael is no longer powerless. The Black Lotus begins its first bloom, demanding blood, essence, and obedience in exchange for ascension.
Caught between enslavement and vengeance, Michael walks a razor’s edge. He does not seek to be a hero. He does not believe in justice. What he wants is simple—and terrifying.
If the world insists on creating monsters,
then it should beware of the one it made wrong.
