William Valehart was the absolute—supreme god of all existence. He ruled not a world, not a galaxy, but everything. Unbound by time, space, or death, he was omnipotent, eternal… and alone.

By his own will, he sealed away his infinite power and chose to reincarnate. Not in defeat, but in search of something more. He boarded a world-sized ship and cast himself into the unknown, embracing mortality.

He died—and awoke again.

Reborn in a new universe, aboard the same titanic vessel, William finds himself in Urenus, a galaxy far larger and richer than the Milky Way. It’s here that a portion of humanity—just 5 to 8 percent of its population after conquering over half the Milky Way across millennia of war—has arrived through a now-vanished wormhole. Cut off from the rest of their civilization, they’re stranded, under siege, and barely holding out.

Urenus is not unclaimed. Native civilizations, empowered by mana and superior numbers, have rallied against the human invaders. Advanced mech pilots are humanity’s last hope—warriors who push past mortal limits—but they are too few to win.

That’s when William Valehart intervenes.

With fragments of his sealed power awakening and his god-ship still under his control, he saves a human fleet from destruction—and learns of their fragile, desperate stand.

He makes a choice.

Not as a god who demands worship.
Not as a savior bound by duty.

But as a force reborn—who will fight beside them, reshape the war, and carve a place in this new universe.

Because he can

Within minutes, Admiral Kevin was back aboard his flagship, the Pegasus, wasting no time as he began preparing the official report and high-priority proposal regarding William's unprecedented offer. There was no room for delay. The Council had to be notified. The situation had already shifted history's course.


Aboard the Ragnarök, orbiting silently within the uncharted system now designated as Nova, William and Elsa waited.


They waited for news from Admiral Kevin.


They waited for the arrival of the Federation's reinforcement fleet—a rescue mission that, unfortunately, had already arrived too late.


Because by the time they reached Nova, the threat was gone. Handled.


The Ragnarök had done more than anyone expected. And William and Elsa had done far more than anyone could have asked.


En Route to Nova — Human Federation's 18th Light Fleet: White Tiger Legion


Chapter 33 - CH 33 “Wha… what?”