Zeo: Limitless
Episode 1 — The Beam of Light
The void was silent.
Not the silence of sleep, nor the silence of death—something beyond both. A hush that wrapped the cosmos itself in a sheet of endless stillness. Then, through the darkness, a single crack appeared. A blade of radiance. A trembling pulse of light slashed across the void, widening until it swallowed the heavens.
From that fracture, a beam descended. It pierced through the fabric of dimensions, cutting across the nothingness until it found a barren world. A planet with no seas, no forests, no cities—only wastelands of dust and jagged stone. It was a world forgotten, untouched by civilizations or gods.
The light struck.
The earth split open, a canyon carved by divine force. Cracks raced outward in every direction, glowing molten red, as if the planet's core had been set aflame. At the center of that radiant wound, a figure emerged.
A boy.
Not born—created.
His eyes snapped open with a flash of crimson. His hair, long and pale as white fire, fell against skin that glowed faintly like polished steel. Across half of his face clung a demonic mask, fused into his flesh as though destiny had branded him from creation. Beneath him, the ground hissed with glowing letters of light:
LEVEL 1.
The boy rose to his feet. He looked at his hands, his bare chest, his form draped only in a cloak of shifting fabric that shimmered with each movement, like armor forged from the void itself. The letters beneath him pulsed, embedding themselves into his soul. His voice broke the silence for the first time.
"…Zeo."
That name was not given. It was not remembered. It simply was.
The moment his lips shaped it, the void around him tore again. This time not with light—but with power.
A portal yawned open in the sky, bleeding with color. Endless voices roared from beyond it. Battle cries. Screams. Cheers. Zeo's head tilted upward. His body floated—no, it was dragged—toward that maelstrom. And in a blink, the wasteland, the planet, even the beam of light vanished.
The Battle Multiverse
Zeo landed hard on stone. Not natural stone—an arena floor carved with symbols, stretching into infinity. The sky was not a sky but a storm of galaxies spinning overhead, as if the battlefield itself drifted in the center of all universes.
And he was not alone.
Countless figures stood around him—warriors of every shape and kind. Humanoids of burning magma. Giants with skin like obsidian. Floating spirits wrapped in chains. Beasts covered in eyes, wings, and claws. And among them, beings not unlike humans, each radiating auras so strong the air itself screamed.
Every fighter bore a number glowing beneath their feet. Level. Some stood at 50, others 600, some in the thousands. Zeo looked down. His glowed faintly still—1.
The crowd laughed.
"Pathetic!" a horned titan sneered, his level reading 732.
"Fresh spawn," said a winged swordsman, though no blade rested in his hands.
"He won't last a second."
Zeo said nothing. His red eyes scanned the horde. He felt no hunger. No fear. No exhaustion. His heart beat with a calm rhythm, steady as stone. And then—
A voice thundered across the void.
"WELCOME, WARRIORS, TO THE BATTLE MULTIVERSE!"
The voice shook the arena. Above them, a colossal figure formed from starlight, faceless and endless. It raised a hand. "LEVEL IS ALL THAT MATTERS. FIGHT, RISE, OR BE ERASED."
The ground shifted. Suddenly, Zeo's body flickered with a holographic glow. A HUD appeared before his eyes—transparent, etched in divine fire.
[Choose Battle Mode]
• 1v1 Duel
• Crew Mission (Random)
• Raid Battle
Zeo's lips curled into the faintest smirk. His hand lifted, touching the air. 1v1.
The arena floor split apart. A circle formed beneath him and another fighter across the field. The crowd howled, hungry for blood.
The First Duel
His opponent was a towering gladiator, skin like steel, eyes burning with fury. His number glowed beneath him: 100.
Zeo's HUD pulsed:
Opponent: GRA'XOR (Level 100)
Rules: No Weapons. No Retreat. Death = Permanent.
The gladiator cracked his neck. "Level 1 against me? What god mocks me this way?"
Zeo said nothing. His body relaxed, posture loose, mask hiding half his expression. He felt no weight in his muscles. No tightness in his breath. No weakness at all.
"Fine," Gra'xor snarled, crouching low. "I'll crush you in one blow."
The arena roared to life.
Gra'xor exploded forward, his fist shattering the air. The shockwave alone cracked the stone beneath their feet. Zeo moved—not with speed, but with something stranger. His body blurred, disappearing and reappearing instantly behind his foe. Teleportation.
The titan's fist collided with nothing.
"What—?!"
Zeo's foot rose and struck Gra'xor's spine. Not powerful, not even aggressive—just a sharp, perfect strike. The giant stumbled forward, rage boiling from his body like molten steam.
They clashed again. Gra'xor's punches blurred, each faster than the last, his body a storm of steel. But Zeo was endless. He moved without pause, teleporting in bursts, striking, dodging, flowing like water. Sweat poured from the gladiator. His lungs burned. His muscles trembled.
Zeo's eyes remained calm. No fatigue touched him. No weight dragged at his limbs.
"I see…" Gra'xor wheezed, dropping to one knee. "You… you don't tire."
Zeo's voice was soft, quiet, but sharp as steel.
"I don't."
With one final teleport, he appeared above his opponent and brought his heel down. The impact cracked Gra'xor's chestplate, sent him crashing into the stone, his aura dispersing like smoke.
The crowd went silent.
Gra'xor coughed blood. His level shimmered, then went dark. His body dissolved into motes of light, scattered into the void. He was gone.
Beneath Zeo's feet, his number glowed.
LEVEL 2.
The crowd erupted. Some cheered, others cursed, but all eyes burned into the immortal newcomer.
The Eternal Path
Zeo stood still, mask gleaming red. His clothes shimmered faintly, his cloak tightening, edges sharper, more regal—his first evolution. He raised his eyes to the galaxies swirling above.
So this was his existence.
Limitless battles.
Endless warriors.
Every victory another step upward.
He was not born. He was created. Not human. Not mortal. Something beyond both.
And he would fight until infinity itself collapsed.
"Zeo," he whispered again, his name carried by the void.
The HUD pulsed once more.
[Battle Complete. +1 Level.]
[New Choice: Next Duel / Crew Mission / Raid Battle]
Zeo's smirk widened. His story had only just begun.