Chapter 1:

In a dark space where neither creation nor destruction existed, an unfathomable void stretched infinitely. Within the depths of this impenetrable darkness, a tiny orb floated—an anomaly, a solitary existence brimming with pure energy. This orb, no larger than a speck, was a paradox, embodying the very essence of potential within a realm devoid of time and matter.

Eons passed in silence. The tiny orb remained unchanged for what seemed an eternity. After 98 billion years, a crack appeared on its surface, a minute fracture hinting at something monumental within. Millennia upon millennia passed, each moment uncountable, until the orb began to hatch. Light seeped from the fissures, illuminating the void with an intensity that belied its size. The orb, once whole, shattered, releasing a radiant energy that brightened the formless space around it.

This nascent energy drifted through the abyss, wandering aimlessly for 985 undecillion years. Time had no meaning in this place, and yet it flowed inexorably. After what seemed like an eternity, a presence emerged—a being emanating the dual forces of creation and destruction. This entity, a paradox of its own, appeared out of nowhere, exuding power and purpose.

For 136 trillion years, the being worked, molding the void into something more. With precise intention, he created two spheres of energy, each pulsating with raw power. He named them the Will of Creation and the Will of Destruction. These entities represented the balance of all things, poised on the brink of potential.

As the being marveled at his creations, he noticed the orb—now transformed into a vibrant ball of energy. Its presence startled him, a remnant of an age before even his own existence. Intrigued, he approached the orb, examining it from every angle. The orb remained unresponsive, its energy humming softly in the silence.

The entity circled the orb, contemplating its origin and purpose. This encounter marked the beginning of something unprecedented, a convergence of ancient potential and newfound power. The void, once silent and still, now buzzed with anticipation, the stage set for a saga of cosmic proportions.

With careful hands, the entity took the orb and cradled it, recognizing its latent potential. Time flowed once more, 176 billion years passing like a fleeting moment. Under the guidance of the Wills of Destruction and Creation, a world emerged, teeming with life and energy. This new realm, rich with diversity and vibrancy, was named Anomaly—the first creation of its kind.

In this burgeoning world, the orb underwent yet another transformation. Its energy coalesced, taking on a more defined shape. It evolved into a baby, its hair as dark as the void, its face as clear and serene as the moon. This infant, an embodiment of pure potential, was a marvel in itself. To protect its identity and power, the entity bestowed upon it a mask, a symbol of both concealment and revelation.

The mask, intricately crafted, shimmered with an otherworldly light, hiding the child's true nature from prying eyes. The entity, satisfied with his creation and the orb's evolution, watched over the baby with a sense of guardianship and anticipation. The journey of the orb had only just begun, and the universe awaited the unfolding of its destiny.

The stage was set, the pieces in place, and in the heart of Anomaly, the story of creation, destruction, and an enigmatic child was poised to unfold.

Five hundred billion years later, the baby had grown into a boy. His form had changed yet again, now with eyes as red as the unfathomable depths of existence. This boy, who resided at the pinnacle of all creation, gazed down upon the magnificent world the entity had crafted. The landscape spread out before him in a diagonal line, a testament to the cosmic artistry that had shaped it.

The boy began to count, his voice echoing in the silence of the cosmos. From 1 to 195, his enumeration resonated with a purpose beyond understanding. With the final count, he bestowed a name upon the separated worlds: Absolute. This designation carried weight, an acknowledgment from a being beyond existence itself.

The world, now christened by a force beyond comprehension, began to evolve. The energies within it, once chaotic and raw, started to coalesce into more structured forms. The boy, witnessing this transformation, felt himself growing stronger. His presence swelled with the burgeoning power of the world he had named.

The entity, observing from afar, was astonished by the changes. The boy, equally amazed, turned to the entity and asked, "Did you do that?"

"No," replied the entity, a hint of shock in his voice. The world, now brimming with indescribable energy, had taken on a life of its own. Recognizing the need for balance, the entity decided to divide this immense power into more manageable forms.

After years of meticulous effort, the entity succeeded. The energy was divided into seven distinct forms: Mana, Kin, Aura, Mantra, Spiritual, magic, and Chi. Each form represented a facet of the world's essence, a piece of the puzzle that maintained the balance of Absolute.

The boy, now understanding the magnitude of the entity's creation, felt a deeper connection to the world and his own evolving power. The stage was set for new adventures and challenges, as the world of Absolute continued to grow and evolve, guided by the hands of both the entity and the enigmatic boy.

After another 500 billion years, the boy, now growing bored, decided to explore one of the realms of Absolute. With a cute, pleading expression, he approached the entity and asked if he could go down to the world below.

The entity, concerned, replied, "No, with just your sheer presence, the world will collapse."

"Is that so?" the boy replied, undeterred.

For over two years, he continued to ask, persistently wearing down the entity's resolve. Finally, the entity decided to let him go. Standing up, he summoned the Wills of Creation and Destruction, and with their combined power, crafted a bracelet capable of containing the boy's immense power.

Upon receiving the bracelet, the boy was amazed and declared, "From now on, you will be called Bala."

With the act of naming, the bracelet evolved, and the entity watched, a bit shocked by the transformation. Without wasting another second, the boy created an enormous rift in the void and, sealing his power within the bracelet, stepped through. As the rift closed, the entity whispered, "I hope the world will not end."

The boy, now choosing Mana as his power source, aimed for a planet filled with this energy. The rift opened above a world known as Earth. The human inhabitants of this planet witnessed the phenomenon in awe. However, the boy's landing was far from graceful. Falling from space, he crashed into the Earth, causing it to shift from its position. The people nearby panicked, while the boy stood up, brushing off the dust.

"Such a bad landing," he muttered, then set off on his journey, ready to explore this new world.

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