Chapter 1: The God Who Chose to Bleed
In the beginning, there was nothing that could oppose him.
Basterd stood at the edge of creation, where stars were born and erased like thoughts. Time bent beneath his will. Laws of reality were not rules to him—they were suggestions. Gods bowed, dimensions feared, and even the Void knew his name.
Yet power, when absolute, becomes unbearably silent.
Immortality robbed meaning from victory. Eternity turned glory into repetition. And Basterd, the Absolute One, grew tired of ruling over a cosmos that no longer surprised him.
So he made a decision no god had ever dared to make.
He chose to fall.
Not as punishment.
Not as exile.
But as choice.
With a single thought, he shattered his divinity—not destroying it, but sealing it. His omnipotence condensed into a hidden system, woven directly into his bloodline, invisible to gods and untraceable by fate itself.
> "If I am to understand life," he declared to the silent universe,
"I must live it as the weak do."
His body descended into a lower realm—one ruled by Hunters, Gates, and monsters crawling out of fractured dimensions. A world that measured worth by rankings, mana, and survival.
There, he was reborn as a mortal.
No halo.
No throne.
No memories of his true self.
Only a faint, dormant echo buried deep within his soul.
Years passed.
The world called him weak.
He failed awakening tests. His mana registered near zero. Hunters mocked him. Guilds ignored him. Even monsters barely sensed his presence.
But what no one could see was this—
Every time his heart beat, the sealed system observed.
Every wound refined his vessel.
Every humiliation strengthened his will.
Every brush with death loosened the chains around the Absolute.
And on the day he was supposed to die inside a low-rank dungeon—
The system finally spoke.
> [Hidden Divine System Detected]
[Bloodline Authentication: SUCCESS]
[Welcome back, Origin.]
The dungeon trembled.
Monsters froze.
And somewhere beyond the stars, forgotten gods felt a chill crawl through their immortal spines.
Because the god who once ruled everything…
had learned what it meant to suffer.
And this time—
He would rise not as a god.
But as something far more terrifying.