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My name is Azrael Veyrin. Once, I was just a man—an ordinary life, a loving family, and a peaceful end at 87. Or so I thought.

I awoke in Akshak, an empty, lifeless world. Alone at first, I later witnessed the arrival of eleven beings—gods who shaped the land, each crafting a realm in their own image. Yet, I remained unseen, an anomaly even among deities.

For 576.4 billion years, I wandered unnoticed—until they discovered the truth: I was the first, predating even them. Fearful of my existence, they sought to erase me. A war erupted, lasting 100,000 years. One by one, the gods fell. Only I remained.

In victory, I found the Origin Core, unlocking lost truths: Earth had once been part of this world, sacrificed for its rebirth. My soul had been chosen to guide its evolution. With the gods' power now mine, I ventured into the void, seeking other realms, other Origin Cores—to forge a world of my own design.

Sovereign of the Forgotten Era

After returning to his cave, Azrael immediately began absorbing the Origin Core. This one was larger than the previous, requiring a full seven days to completely assimilate.

Once finished, he focused on gathering more information about this world, particularly about its gods. However, no matter how much he searched, he found nothing. Even the man he had been tracking, Ryu Jand, had seemingly vanished from existence.

After deep contemplation, he decided to proceed with the final phase of his plan—taking the world's main Origin Core, located at the planet's center. This would ultimately destroy the world, reducing it to a lifeless rock drifting in the void.

With this resolve, he stood up and ascended toward the sky, releasing his aura fully. The moment his power touched the world, earthquakes raged, and tsunamis of unimaginable size swept across the lands. Every mortal perished, their bodies unable to withstand the sheer force of his presence.

He relished his aura fully. The moment his aura touched the world, an earthquake erupted, and a tsunami of humongous size began to rise. His aura alone wiped out all the weak and mortal beings in the world. Even those who managed to endure it for a moment eventually perished.

There were still some who remained unaffected—those who stood at the peak of the world's power. However, their numbers were few, only about 100,000. Among them were leaders of various factions, secluded masters, and lone warriors. They all watched in horror as the aura obliterated everyone they knew—their loved ones, their comrades—dying in an instant, unable to resist its overwhelming force.

All of them simultaneously turned their gazes toward the sky. Some, with sharper senses, noticed a man standing in the void, releasing this terrifying aura. Realizing that he was the one responsible for the slaughter of their families and friends, their hearts burned with deep hatred. Without hesitation, they soared toward him, determined to kill him.

But suddenly, a voice rang out across the world:

Countless blades of air began descending from the void, slaughtering those who sought to strike him down. Even with their hatred burning fiercely, they, too, started falling—one after another.

Soon, there was no one left alive.

The world fell into utter silence.

Azrael retracted his aura, but he felt a bit perplexed.

"There were no gods… Even after I killed everyone, not a single god came to protect this world. That's… strange."

What he didn't realize was that he had already slain this world's god upon his arrival.

End of the World!