"Why are you here… Son of the Demon King, Diabol?" Varna asked, his voice echoing off the cave walls.
Diabol smirked, his dark red and yellow eyes glowing like burning embers.
"My, my… look at you, Varna. How weak you've become. It almost makes my heart ache."
He smiled faintly, mockery laced in every word.
"How did you enter this galaxy?" Varna growled. "No human, god, or demon can pass through this place. And yet—you did."
Still smirking, Diabol replied, "Oh, Varna… why the anger? I'm not here to fight. I simply want information—about a certain person."
Varna struggled to his feet, his massive titan-like body brushing against the cave ceiling. Step by heavy step, he exited the cave and sat on a boulder beneath the starlit sky. Diabol calmly followed, standing before him.
"I am forbidden from giving knowledge to humans, demons, or gods," Varna said sternly.
"My friend," Diabol said with a half-smile, "don't you want to be free from this curse? I can help you."
He raised his hand, and in it appeared a human head—aged but unmistakably once Varna's own.
Varna's glowing eyes widened in disbelief.
"How… how do you have my head? I've searched for it for thousands of centuries!"
"Oh my! This really is your head? Then maybe now… we can talk." Diabol grinned wider. "So, what do you say, Varna? Help me, yes?"
"I am not your friend, Son of the Demon King," Varna growled. "Even if you have my head, I cannot give you what you want. If the Goddess of Wisdom learns that I told you anything, I will suffer worse than now."
"Varna… even with half the knowledge of the universe, you still don't understand the bigger picture," Diabol whispered.
He tossed the head aside and raised one hand. His dark aura surged briefly—just enough for Varna to glimpse it.
Varna's eyes widened in fear. His body trembled. Whatever he had seen—it was unnatural. Unholy.
Without hesitation, Varna summoned a giant dark axe and lunged forward, the ground quaking beneath him. Despite his titanic size, Diabol looked like an insect before him.
But Diabol raised only a single finger—and blocked the attack.
With a casual flick, he launched a tiny fireball.
It struck Varna's chest.
The titan was thrown through multiple mountains, his roars echoing as he crashed. He lay motionless.
Diabol laughed darkly. "Hahahaha! You're still only a 6th-Dimensional Being, Varna! You've lived longer than the last five Demon Kings and God Kings… and yet…"
He raised a green energy from his palm, gently restoring Varna's shattered body.
Varna woke up, gasping, his eyes still full of terror.
Sigh… sigh…
"So," he said weakly, "you killed your father… and became the Demon King, Diabol?"
Diabol chuckled and covered his mouth, amused. "Hahaha… Varna, let me help you ascend to the 8th Dimension. Then… tell me: Is my father still alive?"
Dark energy exploded from Diabol's hands, enveloping Varna. The power overwhelmed him—he could barely breathe. When the surge faded, Varna had ascended. But what he saw left him frozen.
"Impossible…" he whispered. "You're not the Demon King… but you're a 11th-Dimensional Being? You're not a son of the Supreme Being either! How—how did you reach that level without becoming a god or king? This shouldn't be possible…"
Diabol only smiled. He clapped his hands once.
"Well now… you know I'm not the Demon King. You have your head back. So, can you help me?"
"Tell me… who is it you seek? Is it the third son of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Power? Or… someone else?"
"My, my… so even you know about him," Diabol said, amused. "But no, not today. Today I came for information about… a human.Luceniel."
"Luceniel… who?"
Diabol smirked again.
Exactly as I expected…
"He's a human from another galaxy. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of him. Go back into your cave and search every record you possess. See if he has a son or daughter too."
Varna nodded and returned to the cave, beginning his deep search. Outside, Diabol raised his hand and manipulated time around the cave.
One hundred years passed inside the cave… but only ten minutes in the real world.
Varna finally stepped out, his expression weary and frustrated.
"Diabol… I searched every book. There is nothing—no record, no mention. Luceniel… does not exist."
Diabol burst into laughter. His voice cracked the mountains and turned them to sand.
"Hahahaha… I was right!"
He looked at Varna with gleaming eyes, then raised his hand. In an instant, he crushed Varna's head. The titan's body shrank to the size of a normal man—and fell lifeless.
"He doesn't exist in any record… which means—he exists only once. Only in this universe, in all of reality and dimensions."
Diabol looked into the stars with joy.
"If I ascend to the 12th Dimension, I can confirm whether he exists in other realities or not."
With a wave of his hand, Diabol destroyed the entire galaxy.
A portal opened before him. He walked into it—smiling faintly.
Scene: 6th Heaven — Young Gods
In the lush fields of 6th Heaven, Viridian lay beneath a tree, asleep. Within his dream, he wandered a strange world.
"Where am I…?"
A person smiled at him—a face filled with pity.
Viridian jolted awake, sweat dripping from his brow. His thoughts were blurred, his spirit disturbed.
"What was that…? Who was that person…?"
Before he could make sense of it, someone approached.
"Hey, Viridian! What are you doing here? Don't you want to join the Brightest Young Gods Competition?"
"Ah… Xelion, sorry. I was just tired. Took a quick nap. Let's go—we shouldn't waste time."
"Haha, yes yes, my future King of Gods!" Xelion laughed.
"Don't call me that," Viridian muttered. "You already know… I'm not worthy to become King. There are many young gods stronger than me."
Together, they flew toward a grand divine arena filled with gods—each stronger than a 6th-Dimensional Being.
Viridian and Xelion arrived and registered their names for the competition.
Just then, a boy carrying stacks of books sprinted toward the counter. He stumbled, crashing to the ground, scattering scrolls everywhere.
The crowd laughed, but kind gods nearby helped him up. Some elders and guards scolded him gently and assisted in registering his name.
"Finally!" the boy grinned. "Now I have a chance to prove myself!"
Someone tapped his shoulder and whispered,"Oooh… trying to impress your little girlfriend, huh?"
He jumped in shock.
"BROTHER! How many times have I told you, don't sneak up on me like that!"
Xelion burst into laughter, patting the boy's head.
"Relax, Eronyx. Just make sure you get into the top 100 this time!"
"Don't bully him, Xelion," Viridian said with a soft smile. "Come on. We should all start preparing if we want to win."
The three of them walked together, heading toward a quiet place to meditate, prepare—and ascend.