Introduction ARC
The Origin of Immortalia
In the eons before time was measured by mortal planets, there was only the void — and within that void, an impossible spark. From the chaos of an infinite Godverse spun the raw forces of creation. When the elemental Space Power merged with the purest cosmic dust, it did not form a star or a galaxy; it formed Immortalia, the homeworld of a new, destined species.
For thousands of years, the life that emerged on Immortalia evolved and refined itself until a single, perfect form was achieved — the Adaptornals. Human in appearance, but beings of cosmic force and infinite stamina. By the age of ten, every Adaptornal child awakened Self Instinct (SI) — reflexes surpassing a hundred times the speed of light. By twenty, they mastered Mastered Self Instinct (MSI), becoming universal-level warriors capable of manipulating the elements and bending energy to their will.
Yet their immortality came with a price. A mysterious plague, the Adaptornal Disease, struck without warning, killing millions and reducing the once-thriving race to a mere thousand survivors.
Then came Godrex.
Strong, wise, and resolute, Godrex led the remaining Adaptornals. He could not cure the disease, but he discovered the ultimate truth: the only way to survive was to endure it. An Adaptornal had to hold onto their life force for two grueling days without moving — battling their own essence. Survival was rare, but those who endured emerged vastly stronger.
Godrex rebuilt their civilization. He founded great academies to perfect their martial arts and formed the formidable Team Lightning — three commanders who led Strategy, Offense, and Defense.
For ten thousand years he ruled with unchallenged wisdom. Then, fate claimed its founder.
King Godrex succumbed to the Disease. He died an immobile, mortal death, proving that even the strongest cannot outrun the cosmic laws. As the thousand surviving Adaptornals gathered to choose their next king, the power vacuum left their world exposed — and across the endless void, something stirred.
The Descent to Earth
Present day.
An impossible tear opened silently above Earth's atmosphere. From it plunged a sleek, black ship of alien design. As it crossed the boundary, every electronic device on the planet short-circuited — phones died, satellites winked out, and global communications vanished in a synchronized blackout. Panic, immediate and absolute, swept the globe.
In a hidden military base, alarms blared uselessly. General Theron watched the radar as the unknown vessel screamed toward the ground. All he had left were men, steel, and explosives.
The ship slammed into a remote desert, throwing up a blinding storm of red dust. When it settled, three figures stepped out.
The central one — Moosk — was imposing and cold, his armor absorbing the light around him. Two similarly armored beings flanked him, silent and watchful. They looked up to find a wall of tanks and soldiers advancing.
General Theron raised his megaphone, voice tight with fear.
"Who are you? Surrender immediately, or prepare to die!"
Moosk ignored the command, scanning the horizon.
"So," he said, his voice a deep, grating resonance that vibrated through the air, "this is Earth — the damp, insignificant rock where the remaining Adaptornals are hiding."
He lifted his voice, and an invisible pressure rolled out, making the soldiers' teeth ache.
"Adaptornals! If you can hear me, end this pathetic deception. Come fight us — or we will destroy this planet for your cowardice!"
General Theron's jaw set. "Fire!"
Three high-velocity missiles launched from the tanks, streaking toward the aliens. The second being on Moosk's left simply raised a hand. Without effort, without light or sound, the missiles disintegrated — their explosive cores erased from existence.
The military line faltered, terror rippling through it.
Then the true saviors arrived.
Five streaks of energy descended from the heavens, landing between the invaders and the soldiers. They stood poised and radiant, their auras humming with restrained power.
Ray, the leader, his face set with grim resolve, purple energy — the Destroyer Power — coiling around his fists.
Bolt, his body crackling with white lightning that danced across his uniform.
Lisa and Luna, twin sisters glowing with synchronized cosmic light.
Flair, wreathed in vibrant flame, heat rippling around him like a living aura.
General Theron exhaled in relief, lowering his megaphone.
"Thank the gods… our saviors."
Moosk's eyes narrowed, a predatory smile cutting across his face.
"Adaptornals. The remnants. We've finally found you." He turned slightly. "Team Ultra has a long-overdue debt to collect."
Ray stepped forward, his purple aura intensifying until the air trembled. He ignored the soldiers entirely.
"General," he said calmly, "from here, we'll handle this. Stand down."
Turning back to Moosk, his eyes burned with fury older than worlds.
"Team Ultra — whatever you've done to our family, to our King, to our world… be ready to pay for it."
Unseen by all — the invaders, the military, the Adaptornals — a lone figure hovered far above the clouds.
Lucky Primsolute.
He was dressed simply but perfectly: black pants, a white shirt, and a red coat with matching shoes. His presence rippled through the fabric of space itself. At 6 ½ feet tall, his form radiated calm, absolute power. Black spiked hair framed eyes of golden red — eyes that watched the forces gathering below.
He saw reflections of the Primsolute Verse in the Adaptornals' struggle, the corruption of his own creation in Moosk's malice, and the approaching storm of battle.
The ultimate experiment was about to begin.
Moosk chuckled — a low, cruel vibration that rolled through the desert air.
"We've found you after five years of hunting. Killing you instantly would be… dull."
His red eyes gleamed beneath the shadow of his armor. "So, we'll play a little game. I send our representative — Killer Bot — to test you. If even one of you can defeat him, we'll surrender and leave this planet intact."
Luna crossed her arms, smirking.
"A machine? Have your warriors fallen so low you send toys to fight us?"
"We use it," Moosk replied, his grin widening, "to confirm if this Bot truly deserves its name — the killer our King praised."
He raised a hand, and a section of the ship split open. The ground trembled as a massive chrome automaton stepped out — its single red eye glowing like molten steel.
Ray took a step forward, but Bolt moved past him, lightning sparking from his palms.
"Ray, let me handle this one."
Ray's gaze hardened. "Don't disappoint me."
The air grew heavy. Bolt and Killer Bot faced each other, a silent storm building between them. The Bot's sensors whirred, analyzing Bolt's every movement.
"You're just a machine," Bolt said, electricity crackling through his voice. "I'll end this quick."
In response — a sonic boom. The Bot launched first, its metal fist cutting through the air. Bolt barely blocked in time, the impact creating a thunderclap that shattered the sand beneath them. They vanished in a blur of speed — flashes of lightning and silver tearing across the horizon.
The soldiers below could only stare, frozen, unable to track the battle.
Only Team Ultra and Team Lightning could follow the movement with their eyes.
"Can this robot really beat him?" Algo, the third Ultra member, muttered.
Moosk folded his arms, eyes fixed on the streaks above.
"That's what I want to know. The King said this Bot can adapt to any power it faces. Let's see if he was right."
High above, Bolt pressed the advantage. He unleashed a lightning storm, the sky flashing white-blue as he struck the Bot again and again. One final punch sent it soaring into the upper atmosphere.
Bolt spread his hands. "Time to end it!"
He summoned his lightning blade — a spear of pure plasma — and hurled it upward. The explosion lit the sky like a second sun. The Bot vanished into the clouds.
"Did he… destroy it?" Flair shielded his eyes from the glare.
"No," Luna whispered. "Something's moving in the dust…"
From above, the Bot dropped like a meteor, slamming Bolt into the desert floor with a single, blinding strike.
Bolt coughed, eyes wide. He touched me?
"How can that Bot even hit him?" Algo shouted.
Moosk's grin widened, his voice calm and proud. "Because it adapts. The King was right — it copies any opponent's power and speed. These Adaptornals are still below Universal class, maybe Galaxy level. Eternal stamina means nothing if you're outmatched."
Bolt clenched his fists.
"Fine then… let's turn it up."
He vanished, reappearing a thousand meters away, his speed breaking past 700 times light. Punches became blinding flashes; the Bot matched him step-for-step. Every collision cracked the sky.
Then Bolt roared, "Lightning Sword — Eternal Break!"
He swung down, slicing the Bot clean through the chest and driving it into the earth.
The blast wave flattened everything within miles.
"Did he win?" Lisa asked, her cosmic aura shimmering.
Before anyone could answer, a red beam pierced the smoke — the Bot still standing, its eye glowing brighter. It countered with a strike faster than Bolt's perception, slamming him into a cliffside.
Ray's aura flared. "Enough! Bolt, don't hold back!"
Bolt's lightning turned crimson. "Got it."
He focused — lightning twisting into a double helix around his body. His aura exploded outward, his form shifting into Eternal Form — Lightning Bolt.
Hair made of energy, eyes pure light, his voice echoed through the storm.
"Let's finish this."
He clashed with the Bot again, both moving far beyond the speed of light. The world blurred — shockwaves shook continents, thunder roared like beasts.
General Theron stumbled, shouting over the chaos, "If this keeps up, the planet will—!"
"Be destroyed," Flair muttered grimly.
Ray's eyes narrowed. "Luna! Lisa! Flair! Move!"
The trio launched skyward.
Lisa and Luna merged their energy, turning into Cosmic Lisa and Cosmic Luna; their bodies pulsed with starlight.
Flair ignited into Blaze Flair, his flames bending gravity itself.
Bolt grabbed the Bot's arms, shouting, "Now!"
Lisa struck first, shattering the Bot's armor. Luna followed, her Cosmic Spear piercing its core. Bolt finished with a lightning beam that split the clouds.
The explosion painted the horizon white.
Silence.
Moosk's smirk faded. "…Impossible."
Ray crossed his arms. "Go tell your King — we've evolved. And we'll surpass even him."
But then, the dust moved. The Bot rose again, its cracked body glowing red-hot.
It blurred — faster than before. Bolt barely saw the hit before he was sent crashing down. Lisa screamed as the Bot hurled her into Luna, then blasted them both away. Flair rushed forward, but a single strike put him into the dirt.
Ray's patience snapped. "You've pushed too far."
His aura erupted into purple fire — Destroyer Ray. He met the Bot head-on. The air screamed as they exchanged a hundred blows in a heartbeat.
Ray's punch landed; the Bot blocked. The Bot countered; Ray dodged by an atom. The ground melted under their feet.
"This thing's too fast!" Bolt yelled. "It's learning while it fights!"
Ray gritted his teeth. "Then we end it in one move!"
The four Adaptornals stood shoulder to shoulder, their energy merging into one colossal surge. Ray formed a sphere of annihilation — Destroyer's Sphere.
They fired everything — lightning, cosmic fire, destruction energy — into a single combined blast.
The desert vanished in a white explosion. The earth shook for miles.
When the light faded, the Bot still stood. Untouched.
Moosk burst out laughing. "Magnificent! Now, Bot — finish them all!"
The Bot raised its arm, charging a crimson beam wider than a city block. It fired—
—and the beam froze.
Midair.
Inches from Ray's face.
Time itself stopped.
A shadow stepped forward through the silence.
Lucky Primsolute.
The entire battlefield went still.
Moosk's smile vanished. "Who… stopped it?"
Lucky looked at the motionless beam, then at Ray. "Even with your infinite stamina, you're all getting beaten pretty badly."
Ray's eyes narrowed. "You said you'd only watch."
"Yeah," Lucky shrugged, hands in his pockets. "But I changed my mind. That robot looks fun. I'll take it from here."
Bolt chuckled weakly. "Guess the show's not over yet."
Luna smirked. "Just don't destroy the planet while you're at it."
Lucky stepped forward, smiling calmly as the frozen beam dissolved into light. Across from him, the Killer Bot rebooted, scanning this new opponent — but for the first time, its sensors glitched, unable to read his power.
"Now…" Lucky said softly, his eyes glowing gold-red.
"Let's see if you can entertain me."
The air around him warped. Even the stars above flickered.
Moosk's voice cracked in disbelief. "Who IS that fool?"
Algo, barely conscious on the ground, whispered,
"…Did we win… or did we just wake up something worse?"
End of Chapter 1