The Infinite Void, ruled by boundless darkness, where dangers roamed that could make even the gods tremble.
It was a realm untouched by time or space, where even the stars had lost their light. Silence hung heavy, as if the heartbeat of the universe itself had ceased. The darkness wrapped around everything like a sentient force, settling over existence like a suffocating shroud
Within this endless gloom stood two towering figures.
One was the God King, piercing the void with a pale golden light radiating from his chest. His armor was etched with the symbols of ancient civilizations. His face bore a serene expression, but his eyes betrayed the weariness of millennia and the cold arrogance of absolute rule.
The God King spoke, his voice echoing with divine authority:
"Countless gods perished because of the rebellion you ignited. You must understand. You're no longer a man. You're a symbol. To break the other slaves and keep them in line, I will sever your soul from your body. You will suffer eternally."
A mocking smile curled on the man's lips.
His eyes burned with fury and fractured pride. The weight of time rested on his shoulders, yet his stance remained unyielding.
"God King, do you truly believe you could have defeated me if my closest allies hadn't betrayed me? Creatures like you. Two-faced and hollow make me sick. If I'm to die today, I'll make sure you come with me."
He roared, chest thrust forward:
"MY NAME IS PANGU."
The void fell silent. Even Infinity itself seemed to hold its breath.
A chill ran down the God King's spine. For the first time in his long existence, he felt something unfamiliar. Fear. The God King, undefeated since birth, the pinnacle of his race, trembled.
Then came two words, tearing through the silence:
"The Big Bang."
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The entire history of the world was reduced to piles of ash. The Great Destruction. Humanity's final, fatal mistake.
After decades of relentless conflict, cities evaporated, mountains shifted, and nuclear fire tore through the sky. Nature responded. Natural Selection. The strong one lives, the weak one dies. Humanity, once numbering in the hundreds of billions, was reduced to mere hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye.
But humanity did not perish.
It evolved.
Those who survived the war found new identities. İn underground shelters, in radiation-soaked soil, among the ashes of the old world. Nuclear fallout shattered the laws of biology. DNA abandoned its ancient boundaries.
Evolution was born from agony.
Over time, humans discovered they could transcend their limits. But fate had other plans—it wasn't just humans who changed. Every creature that survived the Great Cataclysm—beast, insect, and plant—had evolved. The new age brought new threats.
To survive, humans endured torturous training. They pushed their bodies and minds beyond mortal thresholds. Powers once thought to exist only in fantasy began to awaken. The evolved ones rose to lead the survivors.
They called themselves the Ascended.
A new world order emerged. Governance was no longer dictated by bloodlines or brute force, but by the collective intelligence of artificial minds and the wisdom of evolved humans.
This era came to be known as the Age of Ascension.
Centuries passed. The Ascended lived long lives, guiding and educating the new generations, forging a stronger humanity.
Age of Ascension, Year 1552.
From the ashes of the old world, a city was born. The City of Hope, humanity's first true sanctuary.
Nine hundred years later, nine more cities rose.
The world had changed.
Nature was no longer familiar.
But humanity endured. Humanity adapted. Humanity evolved.
The Nine Great Cities stood as proof.