Prologue: The Fall Before the Rise

The world was never fair, but Leon Valeheart had learned that lesson too late.

Born as the son of the wealthiest woman on Earth, he had lived in luxury, shielded from the true nature of people. His mother, Celeste Valeheart, was a titan of industry, a woman so powerful that governments trembled before her. She had no husband, no lover—only him, her greatest treasure, born through cutting-edge genetic reproduction.

Yet, despite their status, Leon was never arrogant. He was kind, trusting, and naive. He believed in the warmth of friendship, in the sincerity of those around him.

And that belief shattered the night he was kidnapped.

His so-called friends, the sons of other wealthy families, had plotted against him. They played the roles of loyal comrades, smiling and laughing, all while planning his downfall. Their parents—greedy, envious, and ruthless—coordinated the betrayal. They wanted power, and the Valeheart fortune was too great a temptation.

Bound and beaten, Leon could do nothing as his mother was forced to sign away her empire in exchange for his life. But that wasn't enough for them. When she had nothing left to give, they sought to take her dignity, her very soul.

So she chose death.

Before they could defile her, Celeste took her own life, leaving behind only her final words for her son.

"Live, Leon."

He was cast away, dumped in a foreign land, left to rot as his former friends celebrated their victory. No wealth. No power. No justice.

He should have died. Perhaps, in some ways, he did.

But in that abyss of despair, something stirred.

An entity beyond mortal comprehension. A sentient force that had wandered the void for trillions of years, forging entire universes to evolve itself into the ultimate weapon. The gods had sought it. The primordials had tried to claim it. The divine council had deemed it an anomaly, a threat beyond control.

And yet, none had ever been worthy.

Until now.

Drawn to Leon's shattered soul, the entity bonded with him—not out of pity, nor destiny, but out of recognition. For in him, it saw a reflection of itself: a being without purpose, without a place in the world, cast aside and abandoned.

System Bonding Initiated…

Synchronization Rate: 97%... 98%... 100%

The system's voice was not mechanical, not artificial. It was ancient, almost alive, carrying the weight of countless eons.

"You and I are one now. Your path is mine, and mine is yours. Rise, Leon Valeheart, for your story does not end here."

Power surged through his broken body. Knowledge flooded his mind. The chains of mortality cracked.

And deep within the void, unseen by gods or fate, a remnant of Celeste's soul flickered—untouched, unforgotten.

The world had abandoned him.

But he would return.

And when he did, the multiverse itself would tremble.