Journey Beyond Immortality
I entered the classroom expecting nothing. After all, what could surprise someone who existed before existence itself?Qaftzi'el Aigle appears to be just another peculiar student at Axiom Sanctum Academy—a sixteen-year-old boy with crimson eyes and black-white hair, known as the "lucky survivor" who somehow passed the deadly entrance exam by drawing cats while reality collapsed around him.To his classmates, he's either a charity case, a fool, or dangerously insane.To the instructors, he's an unexplainable anomaly whose very presence breaks their instruments.To the ancient powers lurking in the shadows, he's a cosmic joke they don't yet understand.But Qaftzi'el is none of these things. He's a god—a being who existed before creation, who commands authority over magic, void, and synopsis itself. He is the architect of reality's first draft, the author of causality, the one who smiled when the first universe learned to breathe.
And he's pretending to be a struggling student because mortality has its own peculiar entertainment.
Most of the time, he plays the madman—rambling about broken mathematics and time getting dizzy, drawing cats during apocalyptic events, making jokes that land three dimensions away from humor. But when the situation demands it, when someone crosses a line they shouldn't have known existed, the act drops.
The rambling stops.
The red eyes grow cold.
And that smile appears—the one that makes gods remember why they fear the dark.
Now enrolled in an academy where the talented become legends and the foolish become corpses, Qaftzi'el walks a razor's edge between cosmic boredom and genuine curiosity. He collects mortals like others collect stories, watches their brief flames burn against infinity's canvas, and occasionally—just occasionally—reminds reality who wrote its rules in the first place.
After all, when you're the one who invented the concept of "power," every hierarchy is just a suggestion.
When you exist beyond narrative structure, every story is yours to edit.
And when you've been playing the fool since before the first sun learned to shine, no one sees the punchline coming.
This is not a story about becoming powerful.
This is a story about something powerful pretending to become.
"Time is weird, space is weirder, but the weirdest thing of all? Mortality. They rage against infinity with candle-flames and call it defiance. They build towers toward heaven with matchsticks and faith. They love, they laugh, they break, they mend—all while racing toward an ending they know is coming. Isn't that just... beautiful? Isn't that insane? Isn't that worth watching?" — Qaftzi'el Aigle, probably, maybe, it's hard to tell when he's being serious.
