The earth suddenly dies, and consciousness awakens into nothingness. When he opens his eyes, he becomes a god, creating stars and destroying worlds with a single thought, and all things are born from his will.
There is no need to practice or rely on incense. He is the rule itself and the only original god in the new dimension.
But when life begins to kneel down and faith quietly gathers, the memories of the previous generation whisper in the chaos: You are just a usurper.
Angels defected, black crystals fissured, false gods descended, and civilization struggled in the flames of war.
He watched the evolution of the world with cold eyes and planted the seeds of freedom with his own hands.
From being worshiped to being forgotten, from the master to the symbol of origin——
"My true victory is when you no longer need me."
