In the distant reaches of the universe, a planet named Zero thrives, home to hundreds of countries. Among the most powerful are Galaxia, Atlantia, and Sebia. The inhabitants of Zero are diverse and formidable—demons, elves, goblins, dwarves, and humans form the core of its dominant forces.
Deep within the dungeon of Zero's weakest country, something stirs. A mysterious presence, so powerful that it could shake the very foundations of the world, begins to manifest. In the depths of this dark dungeon, a pair of eyes slowly opens from within the stone. The figure lets out a long sigh.
"At last, this curse is lifted," he whispers. This is no ordinary being—he is Trans, the mighty Conqueror, who was once a fearsome warrior in the world of Zeroth. With the help of a mysterious force, Trans had been reincarnated into Zero. His power grew so immense that even the Heavenly Lord, the peak of existence itself, was forced to seal him and his enormous army within this dungeon.
Trans stands up, his gaze thoughtful. "It seems something has happened to the Heavenly Lord," he muses. He knows the Heavenly Lord had his reasons for imprisoning him, but now, Trans senses that the world has changed, and his time has come again.
He steps down from the stone throne, his eyes falling on his beloved wife, Artha, who still stands as a statue, frozen in time. With a simple snap of his fingers, the stone around her begins to crack. Slowly, an unparalleled beauty emerges as Artha comes back to life. She opens her eyes and, upon seeing Trans, rushes into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
"The curse is lifted! Finally, we can return to the world," she exclaims, her voice filled with emotion.
Trans smiles gently, caressing her face. "All is well, Artha. There's no need to worry."
With another snap of his fingers, the entire kingdom buried within the dungeon illuminates, revealing millions of soldiers, frozen in time, waiting to be awakened. Artha and Trans stand together, watching as the powerful army begins to stir.
"First Commander, reporting to the Lord," a voice echoes through the chamber as the first of the ten commanders kneels before Trans.
"Second Commander, reporting to the Lord," follows another, and then another, until all ten commanders have knelt in front of their leader.
"The army is awakened, my Lord," the First Commander announces. "Our purpose is clear. We shall begin the unification of Planet Zero. Even if the Heavenly Lord once used us as mere pawns, this time, we will change everything."
Trans looks out at his army, a fierce determination burning in his eyes. "The time has come. Zero shall become one, and we will rise once more to reclaim our rightful place in the world."
As the commanders rise, the army stands at attention, ready to march forward under Trans's command. With Artha by his side, Trans knows that nothing can stop them now. The world of Zero is about to witness a force unlike any other, and the unification of the planet has only just begun.
The millions of soldiers and their leaders emerged from the dungeon as Trans waved his hand, and in an instant, they were teleported outside, under the vast night sky. The air was crisp and cold, and above them, three moons hung in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the land.
Trans looked up, his eyes narrowing as he observed the celestial bodies. "The world has indeed changed," he muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of wonder and concern. "I don't know how many years have passed."
Artha, standing by his side, nodded in agreement. "Yes, my Lord, the world is indeed different."
Trans's thoughts drifted to the past. He remembered his origins, how he had traveled to this world from a distant blue star—a world that now seemed like a distant memory. Back then, he was the prince of a small country named Travest, unaware of the vastness of the universe. His mother had died giving birth to him, but his father, the king, had loved him dearly.
"Trans was so talented that even the Grand Mage from the God Kingdom took notice and personally mentored him," Artha continued, her voice filled with pride for her husband. "Back then, this planet consisted solely of humans. But now... now there are so many different life forms."
Trans sensed the numerous breaths of life around him, not just human, but otherworldly. He smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It seems the Heavenly Lord's plan is grander than I imagined."
In those early days, Trans had been a prodigy, his power and talent unmatched. The God Kingdom, the upright and noble realm, had granted him the honor of marrying Artha, the daughter of King Arthor. Together, they had forged a bond that was both unbreakable and legendary.
Artha stood beside him, her expression filled with a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty. "Sir Trans, it feels as though we don't belong to this world anymore. Is this really our planet, Zero?"
Trans himself was plagued by doubts. Though he was once the most powerful being on the planet, he knew the universe was vast, filled with beings even more powerful than himself—like the Heavenly Lord, who had his own grand designs. But Trans was certain of one thing: the Heavenly Lord would not interfere with the planet until the unification was complete. It was a feeling he couldn't shake, and sometimes, trusting one's instincts was necessary.
To avoid detection, Trans enveloped his million-strong army in a mysterious shield. He turned to his commanders, his voice steady and commanding. "Everyone, wait for my order. Prepare for battle."
The soldiers, filled with renewed vigor, shouted in unison, "At your command, Lord!"
Trans smiled, knowing each of them well. He remembered how they had started—mere beggars in a world of chaos. But with his supreme talent, he had created the Observation Skill, allowing him to see the potential in each one of them. Together, they had risen from nothing to become the most formidable force on the planet.
As he thought of his father, a pang of sorrow gripped his heart. His father had mysteriously disappeared years ago, leaving him with only one cryptic word: "Unification." It was a mission Trans had taken to heart. Born and raised on this planet, he respected his father's wishes and was determined to fulfill them.
"Of course, I could have done it easily back then," Trans thought to himself. "With my powerful father-in-law and his army, unification seemed within reach."
But fate had twisted his path, weaving a mysterious and complex web where one's life was not always in their own hands.
Artha looked at him, her eyes filled with concern. "My Lord, do you think my father is... dead?"
Trans smiled reassuringly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to worry, Artha. Everything will be fine, I assure you."
As the seconds ticked by, Trans could feel his power growing, as though the universe itself was aiding him, strengthening him for the battles that lay ahead. But a nagging question lingered in his mind—why had the Heavenly Lord sealed him away? What purpose did it serve?
"Heavenly Lord... what are you planning?" Trans wondered, the uncertainty gnawing at him. But he knew one thing for sure—whatever the Heavenly Lord's intentions, he would be ready to face them.
As the three moons continued to illuminate the night sky, Trans stood tall, his mind focused on the task ahead. The unification of Zero would not be easy, but with his unparalleled power and the unwavering loyalty of his army, he was determined to succeed. And this time, nothing—not even the Heavenly Lord—would stand in his way.