COSMIC_AGE

By COSMIC_WAVE

He arrived in Kuoh Academy as a mystery—cold, calculating, and strangely charismatic. But beneath the quiet eyes and measured steps lies a monster born not of this world.

Transmigrated into a reality filled with devils, angels, and dragons, he hides an unfathomable truth: a cosmic system that cannot be detected by gods, demons, or fate itself.
His gift? The path of Cosmic Garou—a template forged through endless struggle, honed by devouring power through brutal combat. But strength isn't given. It must be earned. Piece by piece. Fight by fight.

As the supernatural elite begin to take notice, a silent war brews beneath the halls of Kuoh. Factions will clash. Kings will fall. And in the center stands him—not a hero, not a villain, but something far worse.

A predator.

A storm cloaked in skin.

And when he ascends… not even the stars will be safe.

Cosmic Reign: Rise of the Void Predator

Kuoh Academy's courtyard buzzed with energy. Colorful banners were strung across the school gates, and students gathered in clusters, excitement thick in the air.

"Today's the inter-class tournament!""Boys vs. girls? No way we're winning.""Wait, that new guy signed up?"

A loudspeaker crackled to life. "Welcome, everyone, to the Spring Exchange Event! We'll start with the mock battle segment—one-on-one sparring between students!"

Ren stood at the edge of the field, a half-eaten snack in hand.

"…Why am I participating again?" he muttered, glancing toward his teacher.

"You got nominated. Popularity vote," she smiled. "Blame the girls."

He gave a light chuckle. "Of course."

Rias, Akeno, Kiba, and the rest of the ORC stood to the side, watching silently. Even Sona and Tsubaki had shown up, their usually calm expressions tinged with curiosity.

"Will he reveal anything?" Tsubaki asked.

Sona adjusted her glasses. "If he does, it'll be on purpose."

Round 1: Kurozai Ren vs. Morisaki Daigo

His opponent was a second-year known for his martial arts club experience. Tall, broad-shouldered, confident.

"Don't go easy on me, transfer student," Daigo grinned.

Ren tilted his head. "I'll try not to disappoint."

Daigo lunged forward with a clean jab—fast, precise. Ren side-stepped without blinking. The crowd gasped. Daigo launched a roundhouse kick. Ren ducked, weaving under his leg, then tapped his shoulder lightly.

The referee blinked. "Uh… winner: Kurozai Ren!"

The crowd erupted. Cheers, disbelief, confused laughter.

But in the audience, Rias's eyes narrowed.

"He never took a stance," she said.

Akeno folded her arms. "No killing intent. No pressure. Like… he was just walking."

"He's suppressing everything," Kiba muttered. "I've never seen anyone hide their strength that smoothly."

Behind the scenes

[Cosmic Template Sync: 9%]Combat response minimal. Template compression engaged.Advancement requires sustained physical conflict.

Ren exhaled quietly, stretching a bit. Guess I'll need someone stronger.

As he returned to the sidelines, a voice called out.

Koneko stood there in her gym uniform, arms crossed.

"…Fight me next round," she said flatly. "I don't like your face."

Chapter 6: Sparks Beneath the Surface