A bright light appeared, and everything turned pure white.
There was no ground, no sky—only endless emptiness.
'Where… am I? Am I dead? Or still alive? And why can't I move my body?'
Suddenly, a gentle yet powerful voice echoed within his mind.
[My child, SinRung. I'm glad to see you.]
[W–who's there!?]
[It's me… the True God.]
[True God!? Then… am I in heaven?]
[No, my dear child. You're inside my divine dimension.]
[Then why can't I see you? And why can't I move?]
[Because I'm speaking to you through telepathy. You're here because the universe and heaven have chosen you… to become the Lord of Angels.]
[W–what!? Me!? Wait—Lord of Angels? Why me? I have so many questions—]
[Hahaha… You'll soon understand everything, my boy.]
The voice faded, and once again, light consumed everything.
When it dimmed, SinRung found himself somewhere else entirely.
Golden walls surrounded him, glowing softly like sunlight through clouds.
'What… where am I? And—wait—why are my hands so small!? I'm half naked!? Does that mean I'm… a baby!?'
A soft laugh broke the silence.
"Oh dear, look at you… how cute you are," said a lady with snow-white wings and silver hair that glowed faintly.
'Who is she? Is she an angel?'
Before he could think more, a knock echoed on the golden door.
"Angel Uriel," a voice called. "God has ordered you to bring the baby to the Throne Room."
Uriel smiled gently. "Alright, I'll bring him now."
She lifted the baby in her arms.
"Okay, little one, it's time to see your papa."
'P–Papa!? Does that mean God is my father!?'
The grand golden doors opened with a deep rumble.
Hundreds of angels stood on both sides, bowing as Uriel entered the throne room. The air was thick with divine power, so strong it made even veteran angels tremble.
Uriel stopped before the throne.
"Your Majesty, I've brought the baby, as you ordered."
God stood, light radiating from His form like a sun wrapped in human shape.
"Bring the child to me."
Uriel handed the baby to Him. God's touch was warm, calm, and full of love.
[So, SinRung. Would you like another name, or keep the one you had before?]
[Oh, it's you again! I'd like to keep my name as it is, Father… Wait—so you really are my father?]
[Indeed. Everything I create is my child.]
'Oh… okay, got it.'
Uriel watched silently. 'Why is God staring at the baby like that?' she wondered.
Then God spoke aloud, His voice echoing through all of Heaven.
"I announce before every angel—this child's name shall be SinRung Novan!"
Every angel smiled, their wings shimmering with golden light. But before the joy could fade, God raised His hand again.
"And one more thing… This child shall become your future Angel Lord—one who stands above all angels."
A silence fell over the throne room. Then—
"What!?" gasped the angels.
Uriel's eyes widened. "Your Majesty… is this a joke?"
"Uriel, do you think I, the True God, would joke about such a matter?"
She immediately bowed. "Forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Raise him well. Teach him everything. Guide him until he can walk his own path."
Uriel nodded, holding the baby tightly as she left the throne room.
'So… I'm the one they're talking about?' SinRung thought, blinking innocently.
Uriel looked down at him, a strange feeling rising in her chest.
'This baby… carries a power even we angels can't understand.'
'Oh man,' SinRung sighed in his mind, 'don't look at me like that… I'm just as confused as you.'
The clang of weapons echoed through Heaven's training halls.
Battle angels sparred under pillars of light, their wings leaving glowing trails with every strike.
A soldier angel rushed into the commander's office, slamming the door open.
"Commander Michael! Did you hear the news?"
Michael looked up from his desk, his golden eyes narrowing. "Yes… about the new baby who is said to surpass even the Primordials."
"Yes, Commander. And that's not all—God has ordered you to train him in combat."
"What!? From now on?"
"Yes, sir. But His Majesty warned—Do not underestimate his appearance."
Michael leaned back, his wings twitching. "Hmmm… so the child even the Primordials should bow to… Interesting. You may go."
The soldier saluted and left.
Michael stood up and looked toward the sky through the glass dome.
A strange surge of energy pulsed in the air—calm yet infinite.
"What is this power…?" he whispered.
"So this is the one chosen to rule over us all."
After 15 years in the heaven where SinRung was guided by different Arch and Primal Angels and caretaker Angel Uriel
Yes, it's me, SinRung Novan, who got reincarnated into this world. In my past life, I was Lt. Colonel and died during a mission; my life is now quite peaceful here, and everyone is good to me and loves me. This is my room, or you can say office, where I live and do most of my work, and after every 24 hours an angel comes and gives me tea. Well, usually I and other Angels don't feel thirsty or hungry. That doesn't mean that I won't eat or drink, so I order tea every day, which is 24 hours, but you know, in heaven it's always day. The tea was delightfully delicious; each sip feels like a connection to the world below, a reminder of the simple joys that once filled my days. I guess now it's time for my training.
SinRung walking out from his room
"Good to see you, Lord SinRung," said passing-by Angel.
"Good to see you too."
Yeah, you heard it right. As I said, it is always day, so we usually don't say good morning; rather, we say good to see you. Whenever I cross this beautiful garden, it makes me feel fresh; everywhere is green with flowers and trees with a clean river.
This is my training place, where I used to learn sword-fighting skills, and that is my teacher, Angel Michael, the Commander of a million battle Angels.
"Oh, Lord SinRung, you're here—what timing! I also just arrived."
"Yes, Michael let's start our practice."
They both pick up a holy sword.
"Are you ready, Lord SinRung?"
"Ok, I'm in. Let's do it."
A sword fight between them began.
"So Lord SinRung, you're getting stronger."
"Indeed, and by the way, why do we need a sword fight when we can use magic?"
"That's an interesting question, Lord SinRung. Actually, when you leave this heaven and start your adventure on earth, your power is too overwhelming, which is dangerous, so you have to depend on sword fights."
"I see, can you tell me more about that world which I will be going?"
"You see, Lord SinRung, it is a fantasy world where there will be different types of tribes, like dragons, the strongest tribe, and different kinds of animal tribes, but it is not an advanced or modern world; it is a kingdom-type world with 6 empires having kingdoms of more than 2."
"Wow, what an interesting world I'm going to."
"Indeed, my Lord."
Then suddenly Uriel shows up in the middle of their fight.
"Who talks while fighting? And my lord, I suppose it's time for you to study too."
"Ahhh, boring part ok then bye Michael"
"See you soon, my lord."
"Hmph," Uriel turned her head away proudly.
'There she goes again.' Michael smirked, "Keep acting proud, Uriel."
They both left the training ground and walked towards the library.
"So, Lord SinRung, today will be our last meeting. Did you know that?"
"Well, I heard a little about it from Michael," SinRung replied calmly.
They walked toward the grand library, a sacred place where all the knowledge of the universe was kept. The air shimmered softly with light as they entered.
"Today's topic," the angel continued, "will be about the Seven Pillars of Heaven, also known as the Seven Wings of God."
SinRung listened quietly as the angel explained.
"The Seven Primordial Angels of Heaven each hold an important duty:
Michael—the Leader of the Heavenly Armies,
Gabriel—the Messenger of God,
Raphael—the Healer of Heaven,
Uriel—the Angel of Knowledge,
Selaphiel—the Angel of Prayer and Worship,
Raguel—the Angel of Justice and Harmony,
and Barachiel—the Angel of Blessings.
These are the Seven Wings of God."
SinRung looked at the angel and said, "So these seven are the pillars that hold the order of Heaven itself. Each one a part of God's will... truly magnificent."
Just then, another angel entered the library.
"Angel Uriel, the True God has summoned both of you to the Throne Room," the angel announced.
Uriel nodded calmly. "We are coming," she replied, then turned to SinRung with a gentle smile. "Are you ready, my Lord?"
SinRung smirked slightly. "Of course. Let's go."
As they made their way through the celestial corridors, the air shimmered with divine light, each step echoing; soon they reached the throne room and opened the huge golden door, but as soon as they opened the door, Uriel was shocked by what she saw.