Chapter 1 the Star World
We are shown the vast expanse of space—an endless realm filled with countless worlds. Each world is ranked by its stars—the more stars it possesses, the more powerful it is. Among these countless realms, there exists our world: Jaygal, a six-star world, strong and proud.
We are then shown a man—an incredibly powerful being—locked in fierce battle with a dark spirit. The spirit unleashes a devastating attack, channeling all its wicked power into a single, focused strike.
The attack hits the man directly.
But he doesn't flinch.
It has no effect.
Because this man—Jaymaal—has reached a level beyond comprehension: Soul Realization - Six Star. A level so rare, so potent, that even the fiercest of evil cannot break through his presence.
Jaymaal stood firm, his eyes glowing with a quiet fury as the smoke from the spirit's attack faded around him.
He looked the dark spirit in the eye and spoke in a calm, commanding voice.
"You can't defeat me," he said.
"Do you really think you can even touch a single hair on my head?"
The dark spirit let out a low, sinister laugh.
"Do you really think I came alone?" it hissed.
"I'm not foolish enough to face you by myself. Killing you requires more than just strength—it requires the will of an entire world."
Jaymaal narrowed his eyes.
From behind the dark spirit, shadows began to emerge—figures stepping out of the darkness, one by one.
There were many of them.
Each one masked. Each one powerful.
Silent, but seething with lethal intent.
Suddenly, from behind—
A deadly strike. Swift. Precise. Merciless.
Jaymaal staggered forward, blood spilling from the wound. The attack had pierced deep, powerful enough to bring even him to his knees.
His eyes widened—not from the pain, but from the shock.
He turned slowly, trembling not with weakness, but disbelief.
Standing there, weapon still raised... was his brother.
Jay Giol.
Jaymaal's own brother.
A twisted smile curled across Jay Giol's lips as he looked down at the wounded warrior.
"Brother," he said coldly, "can't you die a little easily… for your younger brother's sake?"
"Do you know how much pain I've had to endure because of you?"
His voice was filled with venom.
"As long as you live, I'll always be in your shadow. But if you die... I'll be the strongest. I'll rule this entire world. No one will be left to stand above me."
Jaymaal..
"Giol… if you had just asked, I would've placed this entire world at your feet."
His voice trembled—not with fear, but with heartbreak.
"Why are you doing this? Have I ever wronged you? Have I ever denied you anything?"
Jay Giol'
"Wronged me?" he spat.
"You made me feel weak every single day! Just by existing!
You took the throne, the power, the glory—while I remained nothing. A shadow. A helpless little boy standing behind the mighty Jaymaal.
"I'm done being your shadow! I will become the king of this entire world, and no one—
not even you, brother—can stop me!"
One of the masked men stepped forward. His presence was cold, heavy—like a shadow with weight.
"Enough," he said.
"This brotherly drama has gone on long enough."
His voice was calm, but laced with threat.
"Jaymaal… you have something I want. Hand it over now."
He took another step closer.
"Or else."
Jaymaal slowly rose to his feet, blood still dripping from his wound, but his presence—undiminished, defiant.
He stared down the masked man, voice steady, eyes blazing.
"Or else… what?" he said coldly.
"You think you can kill me? All of you?"
He looked around at the masked figures, at his own brother, and then back at the man who dared to threaten him.
"You bastards will never be able to kill me."
And then—without hesitation—Jaymaal placed his hand on his chest.
A surge of energy began to radiate from his body. Light cracked through the ground beneath him.
"Let me show you… what true power is."
And in the very next moment—
He detonated his own body.
The scene shifted.
This time, we saw a child—no older than ten—being mercilessly beaten. Kicked and struck by a crowd of angry villagers. Fists, feet, curses.
He had stolen something.
Among the stolen items was a single vial—a small bottle of medicine.
He hadn't taken it for himself.
He had taken it for his sister.
But the mob didn't care. They snatched the medicine from his trembling hands, beat him until he could barely move, and then left him there—bleeding, broken, alone.
Somehow, the boy pulled himself to his feet. One shaky step at a time, he stumbled toward the forest.
He vanished into the shadows of the trees, heading deeper and deeper until he reached a hidden cave.
Inside, dimly lit by a flickering lantern, lay a girl.
Fragile. Pale. Her breathing shallow.
She turned her head with great effort as the boy entered.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"brother… you came," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
"I just wanted to say… I hope you live happily…"
"She died...
The silence shattered.
The boy began to sob—loud, raw, and uncontrollable. His small fists clenched the ground, his screams echoing through the cave like thunder.
"I'll destroy this world!" he cried.
"I'll become so powerful… so powerful that I'll bring my sister back to life!"
"And then I'll crush the entire world beneath my feet. I won't show mercy to anyone!"
Tears streamed down his bruised face, but behind those tears burned something far darker—rage, grief, and a promise made to the dead.
"I swear it… I swear it on my soul!"
And then—
A strange sound.
A shimmer in the air.
A portal opened above him, swirling with cosmic energy. From its core, something fell—glowing, spinning, alive.
A purple crystal.
It landed softly before the boy, pulsing like a beating heart.
His tear-filled eyes widened in confusion and awe.
"W-Where… did this come from?" he whispered.
Before he could take another breath, the crystal lifted from the ground, glowing brighter, faster, spinning in the air like it had a will of its own.
Then—
It shot straight into his forehead.
The boy's body jerked as light engulfed him, and suddenly, his mind flooded with visions—of stars, worlds, power beyond imagination.
Through the swirling light and darkness,
He saw him.
A tall figure, cloaked in glowing energy. His eyes calm yet fierce. His presence… overwhelming.
Jaymaal.
But not as flesh and blood
As a spirit.
To be continue...