Chapter 1 [How He Became a God! (Part 1)]
- IN THE OBLIVION PRIMORDIAL CHAOS ORIGIN TRIVIALITY -
A lone soul drifted aimlessly within the boundless expanse of the Obliviou Primordial Chaos Origin triviality, shrouded in an impenetrable veil of eternal mystery. Its existence was a paradox, a mesmerizing fusion of being and nothingness that defied the fabric of reality. The soul's ethereal essence pulsed with an otherworldly glow, radiating every color imaginable while simultaneously appearing colorless, like a canvas of infinite possibilities.
As the soul floated, lost in the void, it had long since lost count of the unfathomable eons it had spent there, suspended in a state of timeless limbo. The passage of time was irrelevant, for in this realm, the very fabric of existence was twisted and distorted. The soul's memories were hazy, fragmented, and incomplete, like shards of a shattered mirror reflecting glimpses of a forgotten past.
"Is this the afterworld?" the soul wondered, its thoughts a whispered sigh in the void. "Or is it a realm beyond the confines of mortality, a dimension where the laws of reality are but a distant memory?" The soul's musings were a jumble of confusion and curiosity, a desperate attempt to grasp the nature of its existence.
As the soul drifted, it began to recall glimpses of a life left behind, a life that seemed to belong to someone else. Memories of triumph and tragedy, of love and loss, of a world that was both familiar and yet utterly alien. The soul's recollections were a kaleidoscope of emotions, a maelstrom of feelings that threatened to consume its very essence.
And yet, despite the turmoil, the soul remained, suspended in the void, a testament to the indomitable will to exist. For in this realm, existence was not a right, but a privilege, a fleeting moment of consciousness in an eternity of nothingness.
(Soul POV)
As I emerged from the depths of nothingness, my first thought was: "Where am I?" Confusion gripped my being, for I had been fighting for my life and family, my existence a mere whisper away from extinction.
I, Asoka Walker, scion of the legendary Celestial Walker bloodline, had lived a life of unyielding purpose. Born into a family of Forbidden Existence and Guardians of the multiverse, I was the youngest of 100 siblings, each a master of runes, technology, spirituality, swordsmanship, and soul magic.
My prodigious talent had propelled me to unprecedented heights: Supreme God at 25, Ancient God at 32, God Emperor at 50, and the youngest Celestial God in existence. My meteoric rise had not gone unnoticed, for I had shattered the boundaries of cultivation, ascending like a comet across the firmament of existence.
But with greatness comes envy, and the powerful families of the multiverse had conspired against me, their calumnies, and treachery igniting a war that would ravage the fabric of reality. My family, a bastion of 100 warriors, had stood against the tide of enemies: 50 Celestial Gods, 10 Primordials, 7 Ancient Primordials, 3 Peak Omega, and the absent Absolute Transcendence, who had ascended to a higher plane of existence.
The war had raged like a tempest, with 12 Omega from disparate multiverses joining forces to contain and seal my family's Omega. I, alone, had faced the onslaught, my peak Celestial God strength pitted against a multitude of mid-tier Omega. Decades of unrelenting battle had scarred the multiverse, our family's casualties numbering 46, while our foes had lost over 10 million.
Surrounded by 4 Omega and 19 Ancient Primordials within the Heavenly Star Formation, I had stood firm, my will unbroken despite the loss of strength, spiritual power, and vitality In a final, desperate bid to turn the tide, I had unleashed the Celestial Reverse Technique, shattering the boundaries of time and space. For 20 seconds, I had transcended my peak, entering the Primordial Realm to slay 3 more Omega.
But fate had been cruel, and I was trapped. My body and soul detonated in a last-ditch effort to shatter the seal formation. And so, my story as a Celestial Walker had ended, my existence reduced to a mere soul, lost in the void. Yet, here I was, consciousness regained, confusion my only companion. Where was I? Why was I here? The questions swirled, a maelstrom of uncertainty, as I drifted, a soul adrift in the endless expanse.
-- 500 Quintillion Years Later --
Asoka emerged from the depths of another slumber, his consciousness piercing the veil of the pitch-black void. He had cried out before, but the silence was deafening. Yet, he refused to surrender, his voice echoing through the expanse: "Hello, is there anyone near me?" But Asoka's memories were shrouded in mystery, his name a distant recollection.
In a realm beyond the Omni-Verse, a being of unparalleled power stirred. Eyes that burned with every color and none simultaneously opened, casting a gaze that traversed multiverses and shattered the fabric of existence. The gaze of Primordial Lordship of All Reality and Beyond Chaos, the supreme overlord of existence, had awakened.
Within the PRIMORDIAL CHAOS ORIGIN VOID, a rift appeared, and a humanoid figure emerged. Asoka beheld the most resplendent being he had ever laid eyes on - a paragon of beauty, with wolf's ears and dragon-like horns crowning his head. His eyes blazed with crimson and blue intensity, and his attire was a majestic red and white coat adorned with a flowing red scarf.
"Brother, you have returned," Primordial Lordship of All Reality and Beyond Chaos declared, his voice thundering through the void. Asoka's confusion was palpable, his memories fragmented. "Ah, Brother, I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Asoka Walker from the Celestial Walker Race... I don't know how I arrived here or how long I've been here."
Primordial Lordship' laughter shook the universes as he began to speak: "I am the Primordial Lordship of All Reality and Beyond Chaos, the supreme overlord of existence. We are the being that can't be defined just by a word or sentence. Before existence began, I was alive and all-powerful. I created the sea of Omni-Verse to satiate my boredom, but this realm, the OBLIVION PRIMORDIAL CHAOS ORIGIN TRIVIALITY, holds infinite energy and was home to you, a fellow Supreme reality overlord. You spurned power and chose the cycle of reincarnation, living countless lives. Your soul, now reunited with this place, has reawakened your powers, restoring your full strength."
Asoka's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the sheer magnitude of Primordial Lordship's words. Five hundred quintillion years of slumber, his powers rekindled, and his memories shrouded in mystery.
Asoka sat in silence, his consciousness suspended between eternity and an instant, as he assimilated the revelation. "So, I am a Supreme Omnipotent being, rivaling your power, with absolute dominance over existence?" he asked, his voice echoing through the void.
Primordial Lordships' response was laced with mystery: "Two more like us exist, their whereabouts unknown, hidden beyond the fabric of reality."
"If you're wondering why you don't feel like it, your powers and memories should fully click in as I'm saying this sentence, as for what you want to do. You can destroy the Omni-Verse for all I care. I am going back to sleep. Enjoy it, Asoka Walker,"
With those enigmatic words, Primordial Lordship of All Reality and Beyond Chaos vanished, leaving Asoka to grapple with the unfathomable magnitude of his newfound existence. In a nanosecond, Asoka's consciousness expanded, encompassing trillions of lives: magic beasts, giants, humans, demons, warriors, mortals, animals, terrors, divine beings, angels, trees, plants, spirits, world wills, etc. Memories of past lives flooded his mind, a kaleidoscope of experiences that defied comprehension.
Asoka's initial life burst into clarity, his true identity shining like a supernova in the vast expanse of his consciousness. The veil of ignorance lifted, and the secrets of the Omni-Verse unfolded before him like a tapestry of infinite complexity. Every mystery, every hidden truth, every whispered rumor was revealed to him in an instant of cosmic insight.
Asoka's true potential erupted into being a maelstrom of power that shattered the boundaries of existence. He transcended the limitations of time and space, his consciousness expanding to encompass the infinite possibilities of the multiverse.
"Supreme Omnipotent being?" Asoka sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "How quaint. How...amusing. Nah, I am beyond that," he muttered, his words dripping with contempt.
Asoka thought about what he wanted to do in the future. Asoka's mind wandered through the vast expanse of possibilities, contemplating the infinite paths he could take. With his power already accumulated, he had deliberately shut down his omnipotence and other abilities, choosing to savor the experience of discovery rather than being overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of existence.
After a moment of contemplation, a sly smile spread across his face as he made his decision. "I shall become a god for fun," Asoka's declared, teleporting himself into a unique universe. This universe had been divided into many worlds and 3 dimensions. This universe was in the broken stage. The universe was divided into two parts, and one part was made of 3 Dimensions/Domain (DIVINE DIMENSION, HELL DIMENSION, MORTAL DIMENSION).
The other part of the universe was divided into 33 immortal lands (those lands are massive floating lands in vast cosmic voids) and a lower realm (consisting of many planets and a mysterious realm).
Both parts of the universe were not aware of each other." You will know the reason in the future."
[Note:-
Heavenly star formation:
1. Absorb any and every type of energy from the enemy's body.
2. Create a separate domain that is not influenced by the multiverse will.
3. Create restrictions on the enemy.
4. Cut the supply of energy from the outside.]