In the quiet stillness of the forgotten temple, the wind paused — as if the universe itself was listening.
Sunny stood before an ancient statue, eroded by time, yet the name engraved upon its base still burned with clarity.
Dost Venerable.
His fingers trembled as he touched the name.
A rush of memories surged — not his, but someone else's.
A soul who had defied Heaven itself… with love.
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Long ago, when the Love Realm began to decay with corruption, Heaven gave an order:
> "This realm has fallen to delusion. It must be destroyed."
And to carry out this divine judgment, a being was created — not out of wrath, but out of pure empathy.
His name was Dost.
Meaning: friend.
A cruel irony, for his mission was to erase the realm of love.
But Dost did not destroy it.
He did not rule over it either.
And he committed no injustice.
Instead…
He wrote.
He wrote a novel.
Not a weapon, not a technique — but a story filled with feelings, longing, and lessons only a broken world could understand. That novel became his inheritance, sealed away for a future he would never see.
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But fate, cruel and curious, twisted again.
In his journey, Dost Venerable met another being — a Venerable of immense power, lost in logic but haunted by loneliness. They became friends, bound not by power, but by conversation and silence.
And then… that Venerable fell in love.
With Dost's maid — a mortal woman with eyes like dusk and a soul like rain.
When Dost discovered it, he didn't rage.
He simply said:
> "If you want her, you don't need to beg. Just promise me… love her like a husband. Protect her as I would."
The Venerable nodded.
And life moved on.
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But peace never lasts.
Forty years later, Heaven began to purge the Venerables — fearing their power, their hearts, their ability to defy fate.
Dost was the first to die.
He didn't run.
He didn't fight.
He smiled — and used the last of his power to shield the children left behind by others.
Two among them became known:
Adam, a quiet boy of principle and wisdom.
Shadow, a silent soul shaped by grief and sharpness.
Dost sealed them away, far from Heaven's wrath.
And when another Venerable — the one who loved the maid — saw the world collapsing, he created something… unnatural.
Amon.
A being born of memory and mystery.
He placed Adam, Shadow, and Amon on a foreign star:
> Earth.
There, they each founded a civilization.
Adam had three sons, and Shadow six.
But they were too different — their philosophies, their blood, their hearts.
So the Earth was split.
Two great domains:
One ruled by Adam's descendants, firm and radiant.
One ruled by Shadow's line, elusive and enigmatic.
And in the center, hidden in silence, Amon watched.
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Sunny opened his eyes.
The temple was silent again.
But now he knew.
> "Dost Venerable… you didn't fail. You loved so deeply that even your death protected generations."
Sunny turned away from the statue, heart pounding.
Somewhere out there, Amon was still watching.
And the novel of Dost?
It wasn't over yet.