19 years back in time…
Far beyond the northern ocean lay the country of Suisei.
Back then, it was neither lonely nor hollow as it is now.
It was the mainland of the world. And it was home to the Second KingKnight of the world.
a being who would end the corruption festering in the world,
a being who would revive the god.
And he also knew the truth no one dared to say aloud:
That being would kill him as well.
Because he, too, was part of the corruption. The moment the Oracle was spoken, it spread across the world like wildfire.
There was no denying it. And so, a meeting was called.
Seven KingKnights gathered.
All seven were present. It was not for peace, but for fear.
The Oracle could not be ignored.
When the Second KingKnight finally spoke, proposing what must be done, one by one…
they all agreed.
And The conclusion was clear.
He must not be born.
If he were born, their rule would collapse. Their world would end.
But power was not the only reason they feared him.
There were truths buried far deeper
truths they refused to speak.
The Third KingKnight stood up.
"Do whatever you want," he said coldly. "I won't lose to him." He turned toward the exit. "The plan we've been working on will succeed. And even if he is born." 3rd Kingknight had thought about it, so before he left them he said, "I'll fight him. And I'll defeat him." And without another word, he walked out.
The remaining KingKnights stayed behind, continuing their discussion, finalizing the Second KingKnight's proposal.
None of them noticed the certainty in the Third's voice.
Because Third KingKnight was confident.
He knew the one promised to end suffering, despair, and corruption would appear.
And when he did, The Third KingKnight can handle it.
He already knew what he would do to him.
when their eyes finally met
The only thing that person would feel
was regret. And guilt.
The next day…
All seven KingKnights stood together, they were not praying to God. They were worshipping darkness.
Each of them cut their flesh and let their blood fall onto the ritual circle, the blood sank into the ground as if the earth itself was drinking it.
Then
BOOM !
Lightning struck the land. The sky twisted and the wind screamed.
It was a sign.
The ritual was working.
For a single minute, fire erupted from the center of the circle
It was not ordinary fire, but flame mixed with light.
And from that flame… someone was born.
Born from light,
to raise the darkness.
"It succeeded," one of the KingKnights whispered.
They wrapped the newborn body in white cloth, sealing him carefully, and placed upon him a talisman. The Talisman of Guru.
And with that, they sealed their sin into history.
Now, back to the present...
Atom and Daruma stood facing each other. The battle had stopped. Daruma wiped blood from his fangs and laughed softly.
"Isn't it easier to bow before God?" he mocked. "I can still forgive you." but, Atom didn't replied.
He was tired.
Not weak, but exhausted.
And when he looked at Daruma, it was expected.
Daruma hadn't even broken a sweat. He had No injuries.
No damage.
As if the fight meant nothing to him.
"You're boring," Daruma said calmly. "Let's end this." This time, there was no playfulness in his voice.
He was serious.
The child born from the KingKnights' ritual
Proton.
Daruma had made him his slave.
But Proton's death was never meaningless.
Daruma had planned it.
Proton had to die.
Because Proton was the one mentioned in the Oracle. The one destined to end everything and there was only one way to kill him
By someone who does not belong to this world.
That someone... Was Atom.
And Atom didn't even know that he was walking straight into a destiny designed to destroy him.
"Ana!"
A voice full of joy called her name.
Ana was hiding inside the room, holding her breath, trying not to laugh. It was night, and she was playing hide and seek with her brother. Every time she heard his footsteps, her heart raced with excitement. Then the door opened.
But it wasn't her brother alone
Their parents entered the room with him and they looked… different. Tensed. And Worried.
Ana felt something was wrong because she had never seen her father like this before. Never before.
He was strong enough to face any battle, powerful enough to stand against anyone and seeing him worried about something on his face made no sense to her.
"Ana…" her father said, struggling to speak. "We need to make a choice." His voice trembled. "Your brother is going to leave us."
Atom was going to leave. He had reached the age where he would begin his path as a warrior. He would leave his family behind and train at the School of Labrios. A place meant only for those of high status.
Atom would spend twelve years there, learning how to fight, how to survive, how to become strong and the next morning, he left.
The chariot waited outside. His belongings were packed. The sky was still quiet and Atom sat inside the chariot and looked at his sister, "Take care of yourself," he said softly.
He told her that she would stay in the castle, learning how to become a queen. The teachings, the ethics, the responsibilities, she would have to learn everything.
And the chariot moved.
And with it, her brother slowly disappeared from her sight.
That was the night Ana remembered most.
The night her childhood ended.
Ana remembered her father's words.
He once told her that, in the coming years, there would be a fight powerful enough to shake the entire island. No, the whole world.
Back then, it sounded like a distant warning.
Something unreal to her.
But now… she was witnessing it.
Her brother was fighting. Fighting with everything he had, against someone... Who possessed the power to shake the world alone.
And She never imagined this would happen, never once did she think the fight her father spoke about would be fought by her brother.
It was never decided. Never written.
It was never supposed to be their fate.
Yet here it was.
Back to the present...
Atom was exhauste, "The brute strength is nothing. He's not even injured…"
.
He had been fighting tirelessly, endlessly, pushing his body beyond its limits. The island had already suffered too much. The land was broken, the air was distorted, and the ocean was restless.
And If this continued… The impact alone could summon a tsunami which could sink the world itself.
Atom's strength was unimaginable, something no ordinary being could ever reach.
But in front of Daruma, it meant nothing.
To him, Atom was no more than a mosquito trying to bite him.
The gap was absolute. And This fight for Daruma felt… ridiculous.
But it was not the matter of strength, the thing was no amount of strength could bridge a difference this vast.
"Are you going to do something?"
Daruma sounded bored, watching and Atom stand there breathing heavily, doing nothing except wearing himself out.
"Tch… fine. Then it's my turn to show off."
The moment Daruma said that, his presence changed.
As if He stopped playing. Because the mockery vanished from his face, replaced by something far worse. When he looked at Atom, he no longer looked like a man... or even a god.
He looked like a monster.
A creature that existed only to devour everything in front of it.
And Atom felt it instantly.
"God's Tongue"
Before Daruma could finish, Atom's tired eyes widened in realization. He knew exactly what was coming.
Without hesitation, he stepped back and rushed toward his sister.
Daruma's attack, God's Tongue, allows him to use the true tongue of God. The moment he spoke the name, Atom felt genuine fear.
Because whatever Daruma spoke next…
Would become the truth.
Atom wrapped his arms around his sister and raised another layer of shield around her, reinforcing it with everything he had left.
"How…?" Atom thought, his mind was racing. "He only has the God's Soul. Then how is it possible for him to possess the Tongue of God…?"
Atom wasn't shocked by the power of the attack.
He was shocked by the impossibility of it.
Something was deeply wrong.