Chapter 1: The War Beyond Time
In this universe, billions upon billions of stars shine, countless galaxies are born and die, but if we talk about any one planet, Earth is just a speck of dust. Before the true expanse of the Outerworld, this world is so insignificant that its existence barely matters.
In the eyes of gods and demons, Earth was once merely a trivial point, like a bubble lost in the unfathomable depths of the ocean.
But this story does not begin with that tiny bubble… this story begins before time itself.
When there was neither day nor night.
Neither light nor darkness.
Only the ocean of non-existence stretched endlessly.
And from that void emerged a being… no, calling it a being would be an insult.
It was—the Primordial Demon.
Born only for destruction.
Its breaths birthed storms, its eyes devoured stars.
It was an existence before which all gods were trivial, and all universes were small.
For eons, it ruled the Outerworld alone. No one dared challenge it. Even the gods trembled at the mere sight of its shadow. And this was why it was called—
"The Emperor of Eternal Destruction."
But as civilizations grew over time, the alliance of gods also strengthened. They resolved that, no matter the cost, this demon must be ended.
And so began—the Great War.
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The gates of the sky opened, and countless gods gathered their powers to encircle the demon.
Lightning struck, tearing the heavens apart.
Thousands of suns exploded like projectiles, yet the demon only smiled.
It raised its palm… and hundreds of gods turned to ashes.
Its roar rent the skies, and countless worlds vanished in its shadow.
For millions of years, this war raged on.
Gods fell, screamed, yet stood firm.
Countless Supreme Gods unleashed their ultimate weapons against the demon.
But every time—the result was the same—
The demon remained unyielding.
Its power was infinite, its body immortal.
The gods' blood stained the skies red.
More than half of the gods had been slain.
Fear and despair shone clearly in the eyes of the remaining gods.
Yet they fought…
Because if they lost, every particle of existence would become prey to the demon's hunger.
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Finally, when the last strike landed, the demon fell to its knees.
Its body was covered in millions of wounds, its roar weakened.
The gods sighed in relief—but true fear was still ahead.
For no matter how much they wounded it, it could not die.
Its soul was immortal, its blood connected to the very roots of the universe.
The gods looked at each other.
With no solution in sight, they held a council.
And the decision was made—
Killing the demon was impossible.
But…
If every single drop of its blood could be transformed into a Black Hole, its power would be scattered and it could never be reborn.
The plan was difficult, but it was the only way.
Using their spells and powers, the gods began to turn the demon's blood black.
Every drop slowly transformed into a darkness-filled Black Hole.
The demon's screams of power echoed throughout the Outerworld.
It writhed, its eyes burning with anger and destruction.
But the gods continued chanting their incantations.
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And then—
A mistake happened.
One drop of blood failed to transform into a Black Hole due to an imperfect spell.
It slipped, tearing through the void, falling down… down…
Eventually, it reached Earth.
There, the drop struck the soil of a simple and insignificant planet.
No one had any idea.
But that drop…
Entered the body of a pregnant woman.
The gods dismissed it as a mere accident.
They thought, "What difference will it make? This is just insignificant Earth."
But they did not know that this tiny slip would lay the foundation of the future.
Because that drop of blood was not just blood.
It was—a fragment of the immortal demon's soul.
And now…
It was about to be born as a newborn on Earth.
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This would be the child…
Whose name would be—Yash.
And whose power would one day make even the gods themselves tremble.