The night had turned heavy.
Rain pounded against Ren's room windows as gray clouds covered the sky. The streetlights blinked in an unnatural cadence, casting long shadows on the wet road.
Ren stood silently, observing the rain draw some lines on the glass.
"Hmm…" he muttered. "Looks like the rain is not going to let up anytime soon."
He closed the curtains with a muted thud and turned aside.
He took his phone out of his pocket and went to sit on his chair and looked at his friend's photo.
"So, this time has come..." he said while his breath hitched. "I have to win... I am sorry, everyone but this is the only way I can follow this."
The room was in disarray. Books were piled like pyramids, papers littered the place everywhere, and clothes hung off the chair like abandoned spirits. But Ren didn't care.
He have the only one goal tonight.
Find that book.
He moved quickly—tossing open drawers, flipping cushions, digging under the bed. Old notebooks, receipts, and torn paper flew through the air—until finally…
There it was.
A worn, dark blue book.
The symbol on its cover was almost invisible now.
Ren stared at it, a quiet smile forming.
"Finally," he whispered. "I still have it."
He opened the cover. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded. But the words pulsed with meaning.
Not a spellbook.
Not history.
Something deeper.
A compilation of forbidden Myth Studies—written by scholars who had mysteriously vanished after researching too deeply.
He notices a single word in the corner, half-burned and marked in red, like someone tried to erase it from history. So he goes and grab a book , pen and write down that word and then read.
"WISH WILL TAKE SOMETHING IMPORTANT FROM YOU"
As he reads that word, he gets shocked and then Ren sat on his bed and read.
Outside, the rain became white noise.
The shadows curled closer.
And when he finally closed the book, his voice was firm:
"So… it is possible."
His fingers gripped the covers tighter.
"I can win this war.
And erase every mage from this world.
To end this Cruel war."
He lay down without turning off the lights.
Thunder rolled across the heavens.
And then—
A dream.
He stood surrounded by fire.
Flames danced wildly, licking the sky, roaring like demons.
A man in a white coat stands nearby.
Ren's mind whispers Father — but he isn't sure.
"Survive," the man said, coldly.
"Or die."
Then he walked into the smoke.
Ren shouted after him, "Father—! Don't leave me! Please!"
But the flames didn't care.
They start coming close to him.
Lightning cracked—
—and Ren woke up, gasping.
"…Not these dreams again," he muttered.
The room was freezing.
The storm still raged.
He rose, walked to the mirror, and stared.
Tired eyes. Calm face. Frail body.
But deep inside—
A war was burning.
"I've been chosen," he said quietly. "No more doubts. I have to win no matter at all cost. I have to win for me and her.…"
He inhaled.
Exhaled.
Then, loud enough for destiny to hear:
"I choose Yamato Takeru."
The moment he spoke the name…
something inside him screamed.
It wasn't pain.
It wasn't shock.
It was disconnection.
Like something had been pulled from him.
His soul floated through a space beyond time, beyond comprehension—
A sea of endless, dark water.
He couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
But somehow… he remained.
"What is this place?" he tries to think but his mind also getting blank slowly slowly.
The liquid dragged at him like oil.
Every nerve screamed.
But he clenched his mind.
Focused.
"I have to win this war," he whispered. "I have to complete my goal… I have to win against Noah and everyone."
He poured every drop of will into the void.
"I WILL NOT LOSE AGAIN!"
His voice echoed.
The water rippled.
Light.
Colour returned. The void shattered.
And Ren saw—
A crying baby.
Cradled in a woman's arms.
Then—
A man approached, regal and strong. He placed a hand on the baby's head.
"His name will be Ousu no Mikoto."
Ren gasped inside.
He was that baby.
Living its life.
"So, this… is Myth Synchronization."
To gain a myth's power…
You must live it.
Endure it.
"Let's begin."
Somewhere else, far from myths and battles, a boy leaned back against the wall of a quiet apartment.
Noah's fingers tapped his bedpost as he stared at the rain.
Ren's words still echoed in his ears.
That blade.
That warning.
He smirked.
"Don't worry, bro," he whispered. "I won't let you kill me that easily."
He stood and walked to the window, where rain danced like falling glass.
"I want love. Real love."
He placed a hand on the pane.
"Even if I died here. I will become the winner and get my real love."
His reflection stared back.
He breathed.
"I choose King Arthur."
Instant shift.
The same divine force gripped him.
His soul unravelled.
His mind stretched across time and space.
The pressure was crushing.
But Noah didn't flinch.
He embraced it.
"I'll win," he said. "Even if I die during this."
He feels the disoriented surrounding and feel like everything is just revolving and when his vision gets cleared—
He is in a warm, candlelit chamber.
In the body of a newborn.
A beautiful woman lay beside him, smiling with exhaustion and pride.
A cloaked man entered.
He picked up the infant and held him close.
"Your name will be Arthur," the man said. "And one day, you will be the greatest king of all."
Noah smiled faintly inside.
"This is perfect. I will go toward my goal no matter what"
As in the real world where we see something-
As far beyond the Earth— Beyond the stars and every planet.
In the void of space—
The divine container pulsed again.
And the world—
froze.
Forks stopped mid-air.
Footsteps froze in puddles.
Even fire stopped moving in fireplaces.
Every participant was now inside their chosen myth.
Living.
Learning.
Enduring.
The first step into myth is taken — and there is no turning back.