Chapter 1: The Fall of Silence

The air was thick with something unseen—an oppressive weight that pressed down on everything. The land, barren and cracked, stretched endlessly in all directions. Wind howled through the empty expanse, yet there was no source, no trees, no mountains—only a void disguised as land.

And at its center, a figure stirred.

Pain was the first thing the being registered. A deep, searing ache that coursed through every fiber of its newly-formed body. It gasped, though the action felt foreign, lungs heaving as air was drawn in for the first time. The sensation of breathing sent a ripple of confusion through its mind.

What am I?

Memories did not exist. Thoughts drifted, unformed, lacking the structure of a past. But instinct—instinct had taken root. The being clenched its fingers, feeling the rough texture of the ground beneath its palms. Slowly, it pushed itself up, body trembling under the effort. It had weight, form, limitations.

Something was different.

A whisper echoed in its skull. A thousand voices overlapping in a discordant chorus, yet it understood them all.

You are not supposed to be.

The words sent a chill through its body. They did not come from outside. They were inside, embedded in the very fabric of its being. A foreign knowledge—no, a warning—echoed in its thoughts.

The being slowly stood, legs unsteady, adjusting to the sensation of gravity. Above, the sky swirled in shifting hues of black, blue, and violet, as though reality itself was undecided on what it should be. There were no stars. No sun. Just an endless void with colors bleeding into each other.

And then, it saw them.

Figures loomed in the distance, draped in celestial robes, their faces hidden behind veils of shimmering light. Their eyes, however, burned like molten gold, locked onto the being with an intensity that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

One of them spoke, their voice like the ringing of a great bell.

"An anomaly."

The being felt something deep within itself shatter at the word. The figures were not simply watching.

They were here to destroy it.

A shift in the air. A sudden movement. One of the figures raised a hand, fingers tracing symbols in the void, and a blade of pure light erupted from the empty space before them. The blade hummed, vibrating with power as the figure advanced, moving with inhuman grace and purpose.

The being's mind screamed at it to move, to fight, to do something. And yet, it was frozen, watching as death approached. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of warnings and condemnations.

You should not exist.

The blade swung.

And something within the being reacted.

A shockwave of energy erupted outward, an unseen force pushing against the celestial figure. The ground cracked, rippling outward like water disturbed by a stone. The being stumbled backward, staring at its own hands, trembling with an unfamiliar sensation.

Power.

The celestial figures did not hesitate. They moved in unison, their forms shifting like phantoms, encircling the being. Each raised their hands, weaving intricate symbols into the air. The space around them distorted, threads of existence unraveling as something vast and terrible began to form.

A sigil, massive and ancient, carved itself into the sky. It pulsed, a living thing, and the air grew heavier.

The being did not need to understand the language of the gods to know what it meant.

Erasure.

Panic surged through it. The whispers screamed now, urging it to flee, to fight, to survive. But how? It had no memories, no knowledge of how to wield the power it had just awakened. And yet…

Something stirred beneath the fear.

A defiance that did not belong to it, but was still part of it.

The sigil above blazed with divine fire, and the celestial figures released their power. A column of light descended, a force designed to unmake what should not be.

The being raised its hands.

Not in surrender.

In defiance.

The impact was instant. A clash of power that should not have been possible. The world shook, reality twisting as two opposing forces met in an explosion of light and shadow. The being screamed as raw energy coursed through it, threatening to tear it apart.

But something inside it refused to break.

And then, the impossible happened.

The celestial figures staggered.

Their movements faltered, eyes widening in something that could only be described as shock. The being stood its ground, energy crackling around its form. The whispers had gone silent.

For the first time, the gods hesitated.

The being did not know what it was.

But it knew one thing.

It would not be erased

📢 Author's Note:

Hey everyone! This is my Second novel, and I'm beyond excited to share this story with you. Gods Don't Dream, So Why Am I? is a tale of cosmic mysteries, forbidden existence, and the battle between fate and defiance. And trust me—it only gets more intense from here!

If you've made it this far, I have one small request: Please read at least 10 chapters before leaving a review. The world is just beginning to unfold, and I want you to fully experience it before making your judgment.

✨ Thank you for joining me on this journey, and I'll see you in the next chapter!

— [Kirito_Kazuha]