*Year:* 2010 BC
*Location:* Himalayan Foothills of Bhutan
The crisp winter air swept gently across the Himalayan foothills, where spirituality intertwined seamlessly with daily life. The villagers moved with a serene rhythm, their customs deeply rooted in ancient rituals and meditation. But among them was a man unlike any other—a man who either blended in too well or stood distinctly apart. That man was Pluto.
For years, Pluto had been on a relentless quest for Kamar Taj, following whispers of sorcery and tales of extraordinary men and women scattered across distant lands. Time and again, he found himself facing falsehoods—frauds peddling magic, mere mutants, or agents of the Timeless Phantom. Along the way, Pluto absorbed every scrap of knowledge—both familiar and new—building an ever-expanding tapestry of wisdom.
Here in the Himalayas, his hopes again dimmed. Though the people's spirituality resonated with his own thirst for understanding, it was not the secret he sought. Still, he devoured every lesson they offered, honing his skills and deepening his insight.
In this secluded land, Pluto adopted the identity of Karma, an artist whose paintings were whispered to calm the restless mind and restore the weary spirit. Over the years, his work earned quiet acclaim, and his presence became a subtle but respected thread in the village fabric.
Unlike other times in his journey, Pluto refrained from recruiting anyone into the Timeless Phantom. Though he taught some disciples the art of spiritualism, he never sent them into the fold. Perhaps he believed the Timeless Phantom should grow and govern itself, just as he had chosen to step back after departing long ago.
Now, after years of quiet life, Pluto was ready to move on.
He summoned his most gifted disciple, Choden—a young woman whose paintings soothed souls and mended hearts. Draped in layered wool robes dyed in earthen reds, browns, and grays, she stood poised and strong. Her braided dark hair bore wooden ornaments, and the sun's high-altitude kiss had bronzed her skin to a soft tan. Her sharp yet gentle features were framed by narrow, contemplative eyes.
With palms pressed together at her chest, Choden greeted him softly, "Namaste."
"Namaste," he replied with a gentle nod.
Wasting no time, Pluto said, "I have called you because I am about to depart."
Choden's voice trembled slightly as she asked, "When will you leave?"
"Does it surprise you?" he queried.
"My grandmother once said that a man as gifted as you would never stay in one place long. You came seeking knowledge, and you will leave for knowledge," she said quietly.
Pluto nodded. "Though I depart, I will not truly leave. You, my disciple, will carry on my legacy. To you, I give my blood."
From beneath his robe, he produced a small vial filled with a shimmering red liquid.
"Drink this and receive the power I grant. As I give to you, so must you pass it to my other disciples," he instructed.
Without hesitation, Choden took the vial and drank deeply.
An agonizing surge ripped through her body—the pain of every cell fracturing and rebuilding. Time stretched and warped; five seconds became an eternity. That moment marked the end of her old life and the dawning of a new existence.
She felt strength flooding her veins, speed quickening her movements, but most of all, an awakening of mind and spirit. Unlike the Timeless Phantom's physical evolution, hers was a profound mental and spiritual transformation. She could hear the subtlest whispers of thought around her, perceive the consciousness of others—be they human or insect—and understand them effortlessly. Rather than panic, she adapted with a swiftness she had never known. One word defined it: rebirth.
Physically, too, she changed. Her skin glowed purer, her eyes deepened with mystery, and her figure became more refined, more perfect.
"I have created the Timeless Phantom," Pluto explained, "but if you wish, you may found your own faction. Your transformation has also verified something crucial—my blood does not merely grant power; it unlocks latent potential and accelerates adaptation."
Choden bowed her head respectfully. "I will heed your guidance and establish my own faction, beginning with your master disciples. What shall I call it, master?"
After a thoughtful pause, Pluto said, "Name it Evolex—meaning 'those who adapt.'"
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A/N: how many of you think this is different🤔
My lovely readers and celebrities your humble author and fan kneel down to plead that you may forgive your humble servant and give him your power stone so that he may survive this pitiful days