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Chapter One — Covenant of the Ancient King
Ten thousand years ago…
At a dawn unknown to history, when the stars themselves still feared to shine upon the heavens, the gates of the Black Palace were opened for the first time since the universe was born.
The King of Destruction emerged.
His footsteps were a deluge; every beat of his heart brought a mountain crashing down in a distant realm.
His robe, stained with the blood of countless universes, draped from his shoulders, as though even the shadows refused to conceal him any longer.
He lifted his head toward the sky—one that shrank in terror beneath his gaze—and muttered in a voice like the roar of hell itself:
> "My patience has lasted long enough… This defiled cycle will now be erased.
This planet… meets its end today."
The instant he moved, color drained from the world.
Even light itself melted before his presence.
He did not shine with divine radiance, but with a blackened force where ruin and chaos intertwined—Chaos Ki, the secret behind the title all feared to utter: the King of Chaos and Destruction.
On the distant horizon, five legendary asteroids gathered—the supreme symbols of the planet's protection.
They moved as one, in a harmony unseen since the birth of the stars.
But what followed was not a battle… it was annihilation.
The light of their attacks never arrived before everything dissolved.
Space itself tore apart.
Even the echo of the explosion found no medium in which to travel.
The first asteroid, Zi Yang—symbol of unyielding earth—vaporized as though it had never existed.
He did not even touch it; the mere sweep of his aura erased it from reality.
The King of Chaos let out a dry laugh that shattered the silence of the universes and said with disdain:
> "Is this how you defend your world?
Where are your true guardians?
You send me insects to amuse me?"
Yet even his mockery did not last long.
Before him stood no opponents—no beings at all.
What surrounded him was nothing but drifting ash, the remains of what had once been called the Sacred Defense Armies.
He walked onward with unhurried steps, in no rush at all…
And with each step, entire continents vanished like bubbles on the surface of nothingness.
Even Kai, the Fire Asteroid, known as the Great Arrogant One, fell to his knees screaming:
> "This is no being… this is catastrophe itself!"
Then… everything fell silent.
The winds froze.
Time halted, if only for a moment.
From the void, six colossal silhouettes took form.
Their arrival ignited a thousand stars of hope across the sky.
They had come.
The Six Venerated Ones.
Jichang, Lord of Space, who folded worlds into the palm of his hand.
Zhao Zhi, Prince of Time, who could return you to the moment of your death a thousand times over.
Eliza, Lady of Benediction, bearing within her soul a touch of immortality.
The Twin Dragons, masters of night and day, the first to taste annihilation—and return from it.
And finally… Zhao, Lord of the Roots of the World Tree, who nourished the universes from the very sap of life itself.
The six stood in a single line, the sky behind them trembling beneath the weight of their existence.
Jichang roared as he tore open a spatial gate behind him:
> "Zhao! Now!"
They moved together—time and space entwining into a single vortex,
an absolute spacetime strike, surpassing the very concepts of matter and energy.
But…
Even this attack vanished.
No trace remained—no ash, no energy—
as though the universes themselves were ashamed of the attempt.
The King of Destruction smiled, his eyes blazing with frozen darkness:
> "At last… only the true pillars remain."
Eliza stepped forward, divine light overflowing from her as she raised her hands in blessing.
Her words sounded like hymns from beyond time itself.
Power surged through them like a sacred river.
Jichang and Zhao shouted as one, their bodies blazing:
> "Fifth Form!"
Behind each of them, their supreme domains manifested—
For Jichang: MSOL, Path of the Voidflame, a domain that folded existence only to burn it away.
For Zhao: the Absolute Timeline, a weave of past, present, and future coiling endlessly around itself.
They charged with madness, the sky tearing apart as they collided with the King of Destruction.
The blow was enough to rip galaxies from their roots.
For a fleeting instant, all believed they had succeeded.
But…
When the dust cleared, the King of Destruction was still standing.
Half his body was evaporating, a savage grin splitting his face, his eyes shining with a light beyond all concepts.
He spoke in a voice trembling with laughter and madness:
> "Magnificent… you truly wounded me.
But you still do not understand what you have faced."
He raised his hand, and space itself shattered around it.
Behind him, a phrase appeared—one unheard since the birth of the universes:
"Multiverse Server of Life."
This new power surpassed even MSOL.
It was not merely a technique… but the absolute path of existence itself, the culmination of being evolved beyond immortality.
In that moment, the Venerated Ones understood that what stood before them was not merely an enemy…
but the origin of both beginning and end.
And that this battle…
would never be written into history—
for it would erase history itself.
End of Chapter One