The Genesis Begin!

Approximately 1,500 years ago, the planet Prithvi bore a striking resemblance to Earth—yet it was far more advanced. However, progress bred conflict, and innovation fueled disparity. What was once a thriving democracy had devolved into a monarchy, its ideals of equality and freedom left in ruins.

At the helm of this fractured world stood the World Administration, a governing body meant to uphold order—but corruption had rotted it from within. Peace was nothing more than an illusion, a word confined to history books, while true peace remained a privilege of the powerful.

As scientific advancements surged, they were no longer used for the betterment of society—but for warfare. This prolonged conflict, known as the Semi War, raged for over three decades. Countless lives were lost, yet the thirst for war remained unquenched. Rulers rose and fell, but violence and the pursuit of world domination endured.

Despite its staggering losses, the Semi War ended in a stalemate, with no true victor. Yet, merely six years later, nations once shattered by battle braced themselves for another inevitable clash. Two formidable powers, previously uninvolved, now set their sights on the battlefield. The World Administration, though barely functioning, acknowledged the inevitability of war.

To prevent global economic collapse, the world's major economies devised an unprecedented plan:The war would persist for 30 years, but with one year of peace after every five years of combat. As bizarre as this arrangement seemed, it was swiftly approved by the World Administration Council.

Thus began the Semi-Final War—a war fought under the rigid cycle of five years of battle followed by one year of respite. However, instead of concluding after three decades, the war dragged on for 65 years. Eventually, the Semi War was rebranded as the Preliminary War, a mere precursor to the inevitable.

War had become a game, a sport for nations drunk on power, their leaders behaving like children obsessed with destruction, addicted to the thrill of conquest.

For the next hundred years, smaller yet relentless skirmishes continued, paving the way for the Final War—the ultimate battle that would decide the fate of Prithvi once and for all.

Around 1,300 years ago, humanity underwent a dramatic transformation—people began exhibiting supernatural abilities. Within a dozen years, these abilities had become widespread and were collectively known as Naritti.

At the time, five great temples stood as the foremost authorities in Naritti training, revered across the world for their mastery. Meanwhile, the World Administration had long since abandoned its original mission of global peace. Instead, it had evolved into a governing force that dictated the rules of war, no longer striving to prevent conflict but merely naming it and regulating its course.

With minor factions eliminated, only a handful of dominant nations and their allies remained. Four years later, the World Administration made a chilling declaration:

"Destruction is inevitable."

With that, they announced the final chapter—a war that would determine the ultimate ruler of the world. This conflict, spanning a gruelling 200 years, would come to be known as the Finale—or, more ominously, the End War.

In hindsight, the world's descent into destruction had followed a pattern. The Semi-Finale, the Elimination Round, and the Finale were all part of a greater orchestrated conflict. Together, they became known as the Game—a twisted contest of power and annihilation.

By its end, the Game had claimed over a billion lives. The most precise recorded estimate stands at 3,143,289,960 deaths—a staggering toll upon humanity.

When the dust finally settled, Mondevieu and its allies—the Mondevieu Union—were declared victorious. Yet, even in triumph, ruin followed.

A devastating famine emerged, stretching for nearly a century, leaving even the conquerors struggling to survive.

In the end, the world that had existed 1,000 years ago was utterly erased—annihilated beyond recognition.

In his book The Game, Jose Raymon wrote:

"If not for the betrayal, the Voidol Union would have emerged victorious in The Game."

A renowned historian and strategist from 900 years ago, Raymon meticulously documented every aspect of The Game with the help of his dedicated team. Without his efforts, the dark realities of this pseudo-peaceful world would have been erased from history.

Following its victory, the Mondevieu Union made extensive efforts to eliminate every trace of the past. As a result, much of what we know about The Game today is shrouded in speculation. The most significant discoveries regarding this period come from Jose Raymon's research, which he unearthed during his expedition to the Dark Gravel of Central Mainland. This era of lost records and historical suppression, spanning 400 to 500 years, is now referred to as the Dark Period.

Tragically, Jose Raymon was murdered at the age of 47, just a year after his final discovery. Before his death, he had made a shocking declaration—he had uncovered the truth behind The Game. This announcement was made 895 years ago.

Ninety-four years after Raymon's death, the Mondevieu Union collapsed, plunging the world into fragmentation and chaos once again. In its place, a new alliance emerged—the Monde Uni—while two rising superpowers, the Gobiemo Sangrieto and the Indus Union, quickly gained prominence.

Seven hundred and ninety-nine years ago, tensions between these three superpowers erupted into war. This conflict, lasting a year, became known as "The Beginning." By the war's end, the Monde Uni emerged victorious, solidifying itself as the largest alliance in the world.

Seeking a more structured global order, Jacob Jeffery, the second president of Monde Uni, proposed the establishment of an autonomous governing body to oversee the world's nations. Thus, the Monde Uni—meaning "United World"—was officially formed.

Since its establishment, no war as vast as The Game had ever occurred again. However, centuries ago, a man named Ruhabayo arrived on the Raven Islands, declaring himself the Supreme Commander and Master of the Gobiemo Sangrieto. He issued a bold challenge to the Monde Uni, demanding a battle that would decide the fate of the world.

The Monde Uni accepted, but they posed a question to him:

"Will your army be joining you in battle?"

In response, Ruhabayo stepped onto a jagged rock, towering over the battlefield, and proclaimed:

"No one will come. Everyone on this planet is a sinner. I alone am JUSTICE. I, Ruhabayo, am here to end this endless cycle of war—by destroying the Monde Uni."

From the fortress above, Jonathan Jeffery, the 4th President of the Monde Uni, gazed down at the lone warrior. A smirk played on his lips as he asked, "What can a single man do against an army?"

Ruhabayo's long, jet-black hair cascaded to the ground, shifting to reveal aluminous moon-shaped birthmark on his forehead. He was clad in a flowing white robe, though much of it remained hidden beneath the weight of his hair—except for a single word, embroidered in deep black: "JUSTICE."

Without hesitation, he answered, "Weaklings fight united. Gods do not."

Jonathan's expression darkened. His brown hair, though shorter than Ruhabayo's, framed a face etched with authority. He clenched his heavy silver spear, its gleaming shaft engraved with the name "Jeffery." His black cloak billowed in the wind, the inscription on its back clear for all to see:

"The Monde Uni's Justice."

"What insolence!" Jonathan spat, his fury barely restrained.

Ruhabayo, unfazed, lifted his gaze to the sky and spoke in a deep, unwavering voice:

"This world, this nature, was given to me by the Lord. I have no need for your judgments. The Lord Almighty alone will judge me."

Jonathan let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"The Lord Almighty, you say? Tell me, where was this 'Lord of yours' when the great famine struck? Where was He when millions starved and died? Oh, that's right—I remember very well. Your Lord Almighty only seems to appear after the injustice has already been done, doesn't He?"

Behind him, the Monde Uni's army stood at the ready, their weapons gleaming in the dim light, awaiting the signal to attack.

Ruhabayo remained silent for a moment. Then, with a hint of something unreadable in his expression, he softly murmured:

"I wonder…"

[To be continued in Chapter 25]