He spent half his life at the bottom, crushed by capital. His wife left him, his daughter was left alone, and he was buried at a construction site, one of a hundred people who died together.
One day, he awakened to the power to destroy the solar system with a single gesture.
His enemies, those who humiliated him, those who exploited him: with a single thought, they vanished without a trace or a drop of blood. Divinity slowly took root within him.
He soared beyond the mortal world and witnessed its devastation, yet felt neither sorrow nor joy.
The world sought power, dominance, and immortality.
He alone shattered the stars beneath his feet and held fast to a single conviction.
Not to become a god, and not for revenge, but to protect the last glimmer of light in the human world.
