History time:
Over the years, humanity endured countless storms — wars that turned cities to ash, hunger that hollowed nations, and rivers that ran red with blood.
And yet… amidst the despair, one thing never died — faith.
They believed in Him.
The Creator of All.
The unseen hand that guided light and shadow alike.
Every prayer whispered, every tear shed — it was all for Him.
They trusted that no matter how cruel the world became, He would make it right.
That He would return balance. Restore hope.
But then… the unthinkable happened.
God died.
And not by fate.
Not by time.
But by the hands of His own creation.
From the ashes of His fall rose the Lords — beings born from His shattered divinity.
They ruled the lands with borrowed light, twisted by human will.
And from that moment onward…
this world was no longer a world of faith.
It became a Godless world.
And those who ended Him —
they were remembered in fear and reverence as…
"The Annihilators of God."
The world turned upside down.
The humans who once prayed to the heavens — who trusted that everything would someday be made right — found their faith shattered beyond repair.
Their prayers turned into curses.
Their hymns became blasphemy.
The same mouths that once sang His praise now condemned His name.
It was as if the world itself had turned against God.
Even when the Lord of Lords rose and defeated the Annihilators of God, ending their reign of terror — nothing changed.
He had freed humanity from their chains…
Yet the people no longer sought the light.
They refused to believe again.
They refused to kneel again.
They refused to trust again.
Two days of freedom passed — empty, silent, hollow.
No miracles. No redemption. No dawn brighter than before.
And so, the Lord of the Lords vanished.
No one saw where He went, nor what became of Him.
He descended somewhere beyond reach — a place untouched by man or god alike.
Leaving behind a world stripped of divinity…
A world abandoned by its maker.
A world forever known as — The Godless.
Thousands of years passed after the disappearance of the Lord of Lords.
Time buried His name, and faith became nothing more than an old whisper carried by the wind.
Humanity had changed.
Nations rose, and kings were crowned — not by divine right, but through blood.
To choose a ruler, men fought eye to eye, blade to blade, until only one remained standing.
To them, this was justice — the law of strength, the only truth left in a godless world.
But power breeds betrayal.
The kings who were once chosen by battle… soon abandoned the system that birthed them.
No longer did they fight to prove their worth — they ruled through fear, cruelty, and greed.
Their crowns were forged not from honor, but from the bones of the fallen.
And still, no one prayed.
No one believed.
For them, God was nothing more than a fraud — a liar who had forsaken His own creation.
The world had changed beyond recognition.
Faith turned to ash, mercy to mockery.
And as the sun set on the last traces of heaven, one truth echoed across the lands—
The world itself had become blasphemous.
Now to the present...
"Attack the Blasphemous!"
The command roared through the storm.
Hundreds of soldiers raised their weapons, their eyes burning with hatred and fear. Steel met thunder as they surrounded the lone man — Atom.
He stood unmoved. His cloak, torn and soaked in rain, clung to him like a shroud.
Their screams blurred into silence as his mind drifted — back to the days of his childhood, to the words of his teacher.
The world will never understand you, Atom. To them, what you carry is not a gift — it is sin itself.
His lips moved faintly.
"The Blasphemous…"
His eyes flicked from side to side, cold and precise — counting.
"...One hundred and nine."
The soldiers charged with deafening war cries. Spears thrust forward, blades swung from every direction—
And in the next instant—
Slash!
A single sound echoed.
The soldiers froze mid-motion. For a moment, it looked as though they had won — Atom's body split in two, collapsing lifeless to the mud.
"We did it!" someone shouted. "We killed the Blasphemous!"
Their cries rose into the sky, laughter breaking through the rain.
But something was wrong.
The wind had stopped.
The rain no longer fell.
And from where Atom's blood should have flowed… the ground began to tremble.
Lord Almighty…
The whisper echoed like thunder.
And just like that — silence.
Every soldier froze, their screams dying mid-breath. Even the rain seemed to hold itself still.
The next moment — he was gone. It was not Atom who collapsed.
Atom stood behind the Minister of War, his shadow overlapping his prey. The tip of his sword pressed against the man's neck, trembling ever so slightly with the storm's pulse. The minister dared not move. His wet armor clinked as beads of sweat rolled down his cheek — though it was already raining.
Every soldier's eyes locked on Atom — and what they saw in his gaze wasn't madness. It was pure rage.
The kind of rage that bends the laws of nature itself.
"...Gan."
He completed the mantra.
And then it exploded.
A shockwave tore through the field — bursts of fire and sound ripping apart the silence. The ground fractured, smoke spiraled up, and screams mixed with the thunder as soldiers vanished into the chaos.
Atom didn't stay to watch.
He moved through the smoke, cloak fluttering like a phantom's wing, eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the Mountain of Nori.
There. Beyond the flames, beyond the storm. His sister awaited.
He picked up a few small rocks from the ground and threw them into the air. His voice echoed through the storm —
"Lord Almighty: Sihur."
The tiny rocks expanded, turning into massive floating stones. Atom leapt, stepping from rock to rock, rising higher with every bound. The mountain of Nori finally came into view — his destination, his only hope.
But gravity pulled him down fast. Thinking quick, he grabbed a strand of his own hair and whispered the mantra again,
"Lord Almighty: Sihur."
The hair stretched, thickened, and latched onto the ground like a divine rope. Atom slid down smoothly, landing without a scratch.
Now that he knew the path to Mount Nori, he didn't waste a single breath. He sprinted forward, the rain striking his face, every drop reminding him of the only thing that mattered — his sister.
The Minister of War, rode through the muddy field, rain splashing against his armor. His men spread out, searching every shadow, every ruin — but Atom was nowhere to be found.
"Find him," he commanded coldly, though a trace of hesitation flickered in his voice. "At all cost. The Blasphemous must be punished."
Minister of war's mind echoed with Atom's final words —
"Don't get in my way..."
He clenched his fists around the reins. Those eyes… that rage. He didn't want to fight him — not the boy he once saw as innocent. But the order was absolute.
"The Blasphemous must be punished..."