This world was never fair.
The air Kael breathed tasted like coagulated blood—thick in his throat, like memories that refused to fade. A copper-red sky wept light like wounds torn open. He walked slowly through the ruins of a village he had destroyed with his own hands.
His chest was bare, smeared with dried blood and wounds that healed at an unnatural speed. His eyes were hollow—no grief, no joy. Only emptiness.
But through the rubble, a child's cry echoed. Thin. Cracked. Piercing. Strangely... Kael approached. With a casual gesture, he lifted a fallen beam off the child. He said nothing. He simply walked away, leaving the child alive.
"Why?" he asked himself, voice jagged like shattered glass.
He didn't know. And that made him sick.
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He had once been a nameless child cast aside by the world. No family. No home. He grew up in the wild, feeding on carcasses and mud, hunting rats with bare hands. One day, he met two orphans like himself—Lian and Lira. With them, Kael learned to laugh... a little.
But the world has never loved hope.
Their shelter camp was raided by a mysterious shadow faction. Kael returned from a hunt to find Lian impaled on a spear, and Lira taken. From that day forward, he vowed to kill everything.
Yet not all of Kael's memories were whole. In sleep, he saw glimpses—dragged to a blood-soaked altar by three-eyed beings, cast into a limbo dimension, then awakened with a panel before him:
Body: 1.0 | Mind: 1.0 | Soul: 1.0
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Seven years later, the world knew a new term: The Seventh Fracture—a cracked dimension where physics, logic, and morality collapse.
Kael was one of the few to ever come back from there.
With attributes now showing 4.7 across the board, he could crush mountains with his bare fists, move at the speed of sound, and heal mortal wounds in seconds. But inside, he was more broken than ever.
He laughed while slaughtering priests in the holy city—but spared a crying infant from ritual sacrifice.
One night, he dreamed—or remembered—a place beyond time, full of screaming light. There, he had once fused with Aether Nullus, a primordial entity from before the concept of time. It carved existential code into Kael's being, making him an absolute anomaly.
But now, someone was watching.
A secret organization called Skywatch had begun to move—mages and technocrats who monitor divine-tier entities. They called Kael: The Walking Fracture.
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In Elira, a city where magic and science crashed like tidal waves, Kael arrived.
It was the center of the civilized world—and the core of its rot.
There, he met a mysterious woman named Seraphis, a disguised agent of Skywatch. Kael realized his stats were nearing 5.0—the divine threshold. But every decimal gained was a new torment. His body twisted, his mind boiled, his soul screamed in tongues no demon could decipher.
In a brutal clash against Skywatch's elite unit, Kael proved he was no longer human. With a single pulse of sound, he erased a battalion, fracturing time itself for three seconds.
But when he raised his hand to kill Seraphis, his fingers trembled—her face... was like Lira's.
A poisoned memory pierced him. Himself as a child, surrounded by monsters. Crying in limbo, begging for it all to end.
No one came.
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Kael walked away from Elira. Skywatch now labeled him Omega Priority. But he didn't care.
His goal remained the same: seek power, wander without reason... and maybe—unconsciously—find a reason to keep living.
But the world would never let him.
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