Sahil_Ashat

In a universe where gods reign supreme and mortals pray for salvation, one deity—unmatched and omnipotent—chooses to be reborn as a human, seeking a new existence. However, his divine memories are sealed, leaving him to live an ordinary life as Kael Veris.

But the world is far from ordinary. A catastrophic virus mutates humans, creating both monstrous abominations and superpowered beings. As civilization collapses, Kael desperately searches for his own awakening—only to realize he has none. Unbeknownst to him, his true power is not absent but far beyond the limits of mortal comprehension.

When his family is slaughtered and his world is reduced to ruin, Kael's suppressed divinity erupts. Time bends to his will as he reverses the apocalypse itself, awakening in the past with all his memories intact.

This time, he will not be powerless.

This time, he will forge his destiny.

With mastery over time, Kael prepares for the apocalypse before it even begins. But unseen forces lurk in the shadows—entities that remember the past he erased. As he walks the path of a god once more, he must decide: will he protect humanity, or reclaim his throne among the stars?

Rebirth. Power. Time itself bends to his will. This is the legend of the Chrono Sovereign—the god who defies fate.

Chrono Sovereign

Kael, Elyra, and the old man pushed forward, the spectral figure's words echoing in Kael's mind. The Celestial Archive lay ahead, a vault of forbidden knowledge buried beneath the temple's ancient foundation. The air grew denser, and an unseen pressure bore down on them with each step, as if the temple itself resisted their intrusion.

The walls began shifting, forming intricate patterns of pulsating light—living glyphs etched into the stone. Elyra ran her fingers across them, feeling a sudden jolt of energy course through her veins. She gasped.

Kael's gaze darkened. "This place is no mere ruin. It's a seal."

The old man hesitated. "And we are about to break it."

Ahead, the corridor ended at a massive double door, its surface shimmering like liquid metal, shifting between solid and ethereal states. A keyhole-shaped indentation was at the center.

Kael's heartbeat quickened. He instinctively reached for his chest, feeling a strange heat radiating from within. Without thinking, he extended his hand toward the door. The instant his palm met the metal, a pulse of golden light erupted, engulfing the entire chamber.

The door vanished. Beyond it, an endless hall of celestial tomes awaited.

The Celestial Archive was unlike anything they had imagined. It was not a mere library but a realm where knowledge flowed like a living current. Countless floating tomes, inscribed with shifting symbols, hovered in the vast space, untouched by time.

Kael stepped forward, drawn toward the center of the archive, where a monolithic pillar of light extended infinitely above and below. It radiated raw, unfiltered power, its presence overwhelming.

As he neared, whispers filled the air. They weren't the eerie voices of the dead but something far greater—echoes of forgotten gods, speaking in a language beyond mortal comprehension.

Elyra clutched her head. "It's… too much…"

Kael gritted his teeth. The weight of knowledge threatened to crush him, but he forced himself to endure. Then, from the heart of the pillar, a single tome descended into his hands. Its cover bore no title, yet as he opened it, words formed before his eyes.

The text was his story, written before he had even lived it.

And in that moment, the past came flooding back.