Hatred.
Humiliation.
Deception.
These are not mere words.
They are the very foundation of this world, deeply rooted in every soul, spreading like an unstoppable plague.
In the streets, the cries of children pierce the cold night.
Behind the palace walls, the laughter of nobles echoes in celebration of their endless luxuries.
Justice does not exist here.
Compassion is nothing but a fantasy.
But even in the darkest abyss, a man was born.
A man who refused to follow the rules written in blood.
A man who challenged a system rotting from within.
He did not ask for change—
He was the change.
He did not demand justice—
He became justice.
With a sword that shone like a beacon in the darkness,
With a voice that thundered across the heavens and earth,
He shook the world.
Humans crowned him their King.
Creatures of all races spoke his name with reverence.
He was not just a man.
He was a legend.
He was the "King of Worlds."
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Under his rule, the world stood united under one banner.
There were no slaves.
There were no oppressors.
Every race, every nation, every being coexisted without fear.
The days of war and bloodshed had ended.
The blue sky was no longer a witness to suffering, but to peace.
But…
No kingdom lasts forever.
On the day he died, the world wept.
The sky turned dark, mourning his loss.
The oceans raged, rejecting this cruel fate.
The earth shook, grieving the departure of its greatest ruler.
But the worst part…
Was the change in the hearts of men.
The unity he built began to crumble.
The trust he nurtured started to break.
"The King of Worlds is gone…"
And with that—
War began.
The swords once used to protect, were now raised to kill.
The hands that once shook in peace, now dripped with blood.
> "When a just king dies, tyranny grows without limits."
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A Thousand Years Later…
The sun that once shone upon hope, now only reveals suffering.
For a thousand years, the laws of the world had changed.
The strong survived.
The weak perished.
And in time—
History was forgotten.
But just as the world was about to be swallowed by darkness, he appeared.
A man who carried a new promise.
A man who became the last hope of humanity.
He was the "King of Beginning."
He brought a new dream.
He carried the hope of peace.
But—
Dreams are nothing but illusions.
In the end, he was betrayed.
Slaughtered by those he once vowed to protect.
Burned by the flames of treachery, a fate worse than death.
Once again—
The world fell into ruin.
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100 Years Later (Present Day)
A cold wind swept across the vast plains.
Atop a small hill, a young man stood alone, his gaze fixed on a city glowing in the distance.
Academy of Sandy.
That place was the heart of this world.
That place was the path to one's destiny.
If you seek power,
If you wish to rise above the darkness,
There is only one road—
Enter the academy.
But this young man never wanted power.
He never wished for glory.
He only wanted to live in peace.
Yet the world…
The world never gives a choice.
Now, at the age of seventeen,
He has no choice but to step into that academy.
And there—
His fate will begin.