As Kaito lay in his cradle, a faint, knowing smirk crossed his lips.
With this Reverse Time Thread, I can ascend to godhood, he thought. But first, I must awaken my Vital Thread. The Reverse Time Thread is only my trump card—I can't abuse it. Disturbing the river of time could trigger a butterfly effect beyond control. I need to awaken my Thread Resonance Index… only then can I reclaim my true Vital Thread—my Karma Thread.
Outside, snow drifted softly across the tavern roof, wrapping the quiet village in white. Inside, Luo Wei and Feng Huang gazed lovingly at their newborn son, unaware of the storm of destiny sealed within him. To them, Kaito was just a peaceful child—quiet, curious, and watchful beyond his years. They mistook his strange focus for infant wonder, never suspecting that their son's soul carried eons of memory.
Time moved gently, and Kaito grew as any ordinary child would—crying, sleeping, eating—his brilliance hidden behind the fragile shell of youth. Yet subtle ripples began to disturb the calm.
When Kaito approached his first birthday, odd things began to happen. Objects trembled or slid across tables without touch. A candle would flicker out when he frowned, or light again when he smiled. The villagers whispered of unseen spirits near the tavern, but Luo Wei and Feng Huang dismissed it all as coincidence. Still, unease lingered—something about their child defied reason.
Unbeknownst to them, Kaito's Thread Resonance Index—his TRI—was slowly awakening. Threads invisible to mortal eyes intertwined around him, vibrating with ancient power. From their depths pulsed a single dark line—the Karma Thread, the thread that binds cause and consequence, life and retribution. It was awakening once more.
Through it, Kaito would one day shape fate itself—twisting events, altering destinies, and bending fortune to his will. His Reverse Time Thread had granted him a second chance; now, his Karma Thread would become the key to reclaiming divinity.
As his TRI pulsed quietly in the cradle, unseen by the mortal eye, the currents of fate began to stir. Threads of destiny quivered across Tenebrous, heralding change.
The cycle had begun anew—
and the world was about to shift forever.