"In the beginning, before the first light bent and fractured into dimensions, before even the concept of gods had coalesced into worship or fear, there was the Unknown."
— Excerpt from the Sealed Codex of the First Circle, Page 0 (which was never allowed to be read aloud).
There was a god.
Not a god of war. Not a god of death. Not even a god of mischief—those were all known quantities. Those could be bargained with, bound, or at the very least, understood on some level.
No.
This was the God of the Unknown.
The one whose name had never been spoken because no mortal tongue could form the syllables without their mind unraveling.
The one whose form could not be seen because perception itself rejected the idea of looking directly at him.
The one whose power had no classification, no limit, no opposite—and therefore, no equal.
He was not worshipped.
He was not feared.
Mostly… he was ignored. Because to acknowledge him was to invite chaos—not the kind with fire and brimstone, but the kind that made reality itself ask questions it wasn't equipped to understand.
And so, for eons uncounted, he drifted in the spaces between thoughts, between worlds, between the lines of causality.
Bored.
Quiet.
Dead inside in the way only an immortal entity who has seen all possible outcomes of all possible universes could be.
Until one day…
He got lost.
Not lost in the traditional sense. He didn't misread a map or take a wrong turn through a portal. No, this was more profound. More existential. Somehow, due to a convergence of cosmic interference, a collapsing probability matrix, and what he could only describe as "a really bad day for the laws of physics," he slipped.
Not through space.
Not through time.
But through relevance.
And landed—kerplunk—in the middle of a construction site in South Korea.
103 years ago.
Humanity was young again. Still recovering from wars unrecorded in his time. Still clawing its way up from the dirt. And yet… something was different.
Something new.
Systems.
Hunters.
Magic—real, quantifiable, ranked, and regulated.
A world where power had levels, where people could be classified by letters (S, A, B…), and where some humans had begun to pierce the veil of the supernatural once more.
And none of them had any idea that the man mixing cement and muttering curses under his breath while lifting steel beams like they were toothpicks…
…was a forgotten god.