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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

Now, only a lifeless world floated in the void.

Azrael looked around, but he felt nothing. His power, however, had increased tremendously.

As he turned his gaze toward the Origin Core, he frowned, feeling perplexed. The Origin Core, in essence, was a sphere of energy composed of 50% knowledge and information and 50% vitality and strength.

"As of right now, I am only able to use 50% of the Origin Core's power, while the other half is being wasted. It still resides within me, but I am unable to access it," he thought.

It wasn't a matter of strength—he was more than powerful enough. The issue lay in the nature of this energy. While he could fully utilize the strength and vitality portion, the knowledge and information half remained inaccessible, as if something was preventing him from comprehending it.

However, he had a solution—a method to harness the unused power.

He decided to create a system of functions that would allow him to tap into the Origin Core's knowledge and information. Functions such as:

Scanning the world for other Origin CoresUnderstanding different creatures and languagesPredicting possible dangersAnd many more essential features for future encounters

With this in mind, Azrael began constructing an intricate energy network—a structure that resembled a highly complex circuit board. It took time, but eventually, he created millions of energy lines, weaving them together in perfect harmony.

Once completed, these lines merged into a small hexagonal shape, pulsating with a golden glow. The energy it emitted was so intense that it started to warp the void itself.

"This energy... it's tearing apart the void?!"

Even in his previous world, where he ruled like a god, he had never witnessed the void cracking apart. Yet now, the sheer energy of this hexagonal construct was collapsing the void, threatening to consume everything.

If he didn't control it soon, he would be lost in the void forever.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed the energy before swiftly grabbing the object in one smooth motion and embedding it into his body.

The moment it made contact, his body began to crack.

Golden particles of energy disintegrated from his form. For the first time in his existence, he felt pain.

An overwhelming, excruciating agony surged through him, so intense that his golden eyes burned, and he screamed—something he had never done before.

Since his rebirth as a god, he had never experienced pain, hunger, or even emotions. He had been nothing more than a machine created for a singular purpose—the evolution of the world. That had been his sole reason for existence.

He had destroyed his world and ventured into the void in search of understanding. He sought to know himself.

And now, he had broken every rule and restriction placed upon him as a god. Every deity had limits, and so did he. Some of those restrictions had shattered the moment he first touched the Origin Core.

Now, however, he had merged himself with something far beyond the comprehension of gods.

He had become a world himself.

His body transformed. His appearance grew more refined and godlike—white hair, golden eyes, a sharp, regal face, and a cold, otherworldly aura. His skin turned into something unnatural—a barrier that shielded him from the void itself, as if he were a universe in human form.

Then, suddenly, a voice echoed within his mind—clear and absolute.

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