Orclion

Existence was divided into three realms.

The Heavenly Realm. The Earthen Realm. The Infernal Realm.

Below them, countless minor realms of all types existed, none able to match the might of any of the Three Fundamental realms.

The Celestials led the Heavenly Realm, The Immortals led the Earthen Realm and Demons led the Infernal Realm while the Rulers controlled all the minor realms.

Together, they formed The Myriad Unity and allowed peace to reign supreme.

The mortals were allowed to cultivate and reach for the Heavens as a balance was installed between the Heaven and Earth, all according to the Heaven’s Will.

And yet, among the billions of trillions of living beings within the Myriad Unity, one seemed unsatisfied.

“They are lying to us.”

This man went against all known truths and contradicted the very gods.

“We are in a false world! Mere pawns used to study an outcome!”

And so in search of freedom and truth, this man committed the ultimate taboo.

He rebelled.

Against The True Gods

Noticing the overwhelming waves of disgust and pity swirling in Caine's gaze, Future Caine couldn't help but chuckle, his expression serene and unbothered.

"Oh? Am I not living up to your dream, dear youngest?"

The scene mirrored Caine's earlier meeting with Oldest—one side amused by the ignorance of the other, the other repulsed by what the other had become.

"I don't know. I really don't know." Caine's voice dropped to a near whisper, his tone heavy as he shook his head.

He could feel his Will trembling, teetering on the edge of collapse as he stared at the man before him. It wasn't just the man's terrifying power that shook him but what he represented.

He represented failure. A version of Caine that had failed so catastrophically that his entire existence had become warped, perverted by regret and compromise.

Luck(II)