Chapter 1: The Beginning

In the vast, boundless multiverse, beyond the reach of time, space, and mortal comprehension, there existed a realm unlike any other. It was known as the All-Ending Omnivoid, the ultimate dominion that transcended all concepts of reality itself.

Beyond the infinite cosmos, past the layers of creation and destruction, this place stood as the final, absolute realm—where all things began and where all things would inevitably end.

At the very heart of this void sat a throne, woven from the very fabric of existence. It was not made of gold or jewels, nor of ethereal energy, but of something far more fundamental—pure essence, the raw foundation of reality itself.

And upon that throne sat Primorath, the Supreme Being.

He was more than a god. He was the origin of all divinity, the force that dictated reality with a mere thought. Every whim he entertained became truth, every decision rippled across the infinite expanse of creation.

Yet, despite the omnipotent silence of the void, despite the abyssal darkness that stretched eternally around him, Primorath radiated warmth—a presence that embodied both creation and destruction, chaos and order. His golden eyes peered across the multiverse, watching the ever-turning cycle of existence with a quiet fondness, much like a father watching over his children.

Then, the silence broke.

A voice, youthful yet powerful, echoed through the void.

"Father, what are you watching? And... what is that creature staring at us? I'm curious."

Primorath turned his gaze slightly, his deep voice carrying both gentleness and the weight of countless worlds.

"It is merely an ant, Lucian," he answered. "A being so insignificant that it remains unaware of my gaze."

A chuckle followed, playful and full of mischief.

"I see... So even the smallest things amuse you, Father?"

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Far below the Omnivoid, in a realm so insignificant it barely registered in the grand scheme of existence, a simple wooden house stood amidst a tranquil landscape.

Inside, three figures resided—two brothers and their father.

At first glance, they appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary family. Yet, this illusion was merely that—an illusion. Their very existence defied the natural order of the world they inhabited.

At a modest wooden dining table, two young men sat, awaiting their meal.

The elder, Lucian, had golden hair that gleamed like the sun, his sharp amber eyes filled with mischief. He leaned lazily against the table, stretching his arms with a yawn.

Beside him sat his younger brother, Kek, whose silver hair shimmered faintly under the dim candlelight. His expression was one of playful arrogance, a knowing smirk gracing his lips.

From the kitchen, a deep yet calm voice called out.

"What would you like to eat?"

Lucian waved a hand lazily. "I'll have chicken, Father."

Kek smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Make mine spicy."

A soft chuckle followed. "Alright, I'll cook it for you."

The warmth of the scene was surreal. Here they were, beings of unfathomable power, sitting in a humble wooden house, bantering over what to eat. And yet, beneath this ordinary facade lay an undeniable truth—the balance of existence itself rested in the hands of the being now standing at the stove.

The rich aroma of seasoned chicken filled the air, carrying an oddly domestic tranquility.

And then—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A slow, deliberate rhythm. Not forceful, yet heavy. It carried weight. Urgency.

Lucian and Kek turned toward the door, their expressions shifting to mild curiosity.

Their father, however, sighed, setting the pan down before wiping his hands on a cloth. His tone was laced with annoyance as he approached the door.

"Who is it?"

The door creaked open.

A towering figure loomed outside, its presence imposing and primal. Massive, with scales the color of deep crimson, the visitor exuded an ancient power that demanded respect.

This was Ddraig, the Dragon King, ruler of all dragons within this realm.

Lowering his head slightly in reverence, Ddraig spoke.

"My lord, I bring urgent news."

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Primorath's golden eyes gleamed, irritation flickering beneath their depths.

"If it isn't crucial, leave. You've already disturbed my sons once."

Ddraig hesitated for a moment before pressing on. "A monster has appeared—one that does not belong to this world. It cannot be slain by my power, nor by any force within this realm. I seek your aid, my lord."

A long, heavy sigh escaped Primorath's lips.

"A creature that cannot die? Is that all?" His voice held no concern, no sense of urgency.

Lucian, resting his chin on his palm, smirked. "Father, who is it?"

"Just an insect bothering us," Primorath replied, turning back toward the table. "Lucian, pass me the salt."

Lucian scoffed. "Me? No way. Get your own salt, you big baby."

Kek laughed, pointing at his brother. "Ohhh, look at you acting all tough. You wanna fight, little punk?"

Lucian grinned. "Is that a challenge? You know I never lose."

Their father's voice cut through their bickering like a blade.

"Stop fighting, or you'll both be grounded."

Silence.

Lucian grumbled. Kek huffed.

Ddraig cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "My lord, about the monster..."

Primorath sighed again. He raised a hand, making a subtle flicking motion.

And across the world, in a dark wasteland where the creature had been rampaging…

It simply ceased to be.

No explosion. No divine light. No struggle.

It never existed in the first place.

Ddraig shuddered, feeling the weight of reality itself shift. He dared not question it. He knew better.

Primorath turned back to his meal. "It is done. Now leave."

Ddraig bowed deeply. "Yes, my lord. I apologize for the disturbance."

With a mighty flap of his wings, the Dragon King vanished into the sky, his mind still reeling.

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Lucian leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You know, Father, you should at least pretend to be interested in these things."

Kek laughed. "Right? Just once, I'd love to see you actually fight something instead of erasing it from existence like an afterthought."

Primorath gave them a half-hearted glance before turning back to his meal.

"Perhaps." He paused, then motioned to their plates. "But for now… eat before your food gets cold."

The two brothers exchanged a look before grinning.

"Yes, Father."