Far away from that world—at a distance beyond measure—where nothing existed at all, where absolute emptiness regained, in that perfect void, the divine figure appeared. He was none other than scientist himself—now transform into a godlike being. The moment he appeared there, he overcome by strange sensation, he was feeling lost. Because one moment he had been living his life like an ordinary human in some world and the very moment he had become something he could never had imagined.
he sat in silent meditation for a while, to organize everything within himself, and what to do next. After gaining such power, a thought crossed his mind. He muttered softly to himself, his voice barely audible in the vast silence around him. The words carried no clear meaning, only fragments of thought escaping his mind as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened.
"So this is what being a god is like. How dull... now i get it, so thats why that supreme being sealed all his knowledge and power on that ancient relic, which we melted for experiment and got absorb by me. Hmm.... what do i do next should i play his role of supreme being and stay in this place cause i have no where to go or just like previous supreme bieng give up all and start new journey"
After saying this, he paused. Then, as another thought formed in his mind, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he were searching for something unseen. A few moments later, he opened his eyes. A strange expression rested on his face, as if he had finally uncovered the mystery he was searching for. Then he smiled faintly and spoke.
"So that's how it is."
He had finally understood why the previous Supreme had sealed away all his power and knowledge. It was not out of fear or weakness, but out of exhaustion. Staying here, in that boundless state, had drained him—eternity itself had grown dull and unbearable.
To escape that endless monotony, the Supreme had fixed his gaze upon a single planet. It was no ordinary world. Despite being alive, it radiated energy many times greater than even its own sun. Among all living planets in existence, it was the largest—overflowing with life, chaos, growth, and endless change.
That planet was meant to be an answer to boredom, a place where even a god could find purpose again. It was called Crista.
Crista possessed a will of its own. From time to time Whenever the need arose, it chose a single individual—a chosen one. To that chosen one, Crista granted every resource it could offer, preparing them for a greater purpose.
It was not simple generosity, but intent. Through those gifts, the chosen one was meant to assist Crista in maintaining balance, to stand as its protector when the time came. When chaos threatened and the scales of existence began to tip, that chosen one would rise—not just as a guardian of the planet, but as a pillar holding order itself in place.
But instead of providing entertainment, the chosen one ended up angering the Supreme every single time. Driven to frustration, the Supreme finally grew weary of it all. Tired of being angered time and again, he chose a different path—he abandoned all of his power and knowledge to become the chosen one himself. And he succeede in becoming the chosen one.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke."I'll accept this magnificent gift—thank you. From this moment on, you are my brother, and ill be by your side. It will also keep me from getting bored."
After saying this, he vanished from that place.
Twelve years had passed since that event. Time had flowed quietly and steadily, carrying the world far away from the moment when everything had changed. Seasons came and went, lives moved forward, and memories of that day slowly faded into legend.
It was a truly beautiful place, surrounded on all sides by lush greenery. Flowers of every color bloomed across the land, scattered here and there like nature's own artwork. A gentle breeze flowed through the air, carrying the soft fragrance of petals and fresh grass with it.
The leaves rustled quietly, birdsong blended into the calm, and the warmth of the light resting over the scenery felt soothing rather than harsh. The sight alone had the power to calm any troubled heart, washing away restlessness and filling the mind with a deep, peaceful silence.
There, in that very place, two people lay on their backs, stretched out on the soft ground.
Above them, the sky was wide and open, and they watched the clouds as they slowly shifted and took on different shapes.One of them was a fifteen-year-old boy, strikingly handsome even at that age. Anyone who saw him could say with certainty that once he grew older, he would undoubtedly become a heartbreaker—a natural lady killer, His features were sharp yet balanced.
But the other one had a mask covering his face. From his height and build alone, it was clear that he was around thirteen or fourteen years old. His appearance was unusual, almost out of place in such a peaceful setting. The clothes he wore were strange and mismatched, unlike anything commonly seen—neither fully modern nor completely traditional.
As the clouds formed fleeting figures in the sky, the two of them talked among themselves, their voices calm and unhurried. Their conversation flowed naturally, mixing with the gentle breeze and the quiet surroundings, as they pointed out shapes, shared thoughts, and enjoyed the peaceful moment together under the drifting clouds.
One of them finally spoke, his voice carrying a clear note of curiosity.
"Hey, little one… why do you always wear that mask? I haven't seen your face in five years."