[1 hour before the harvest season]
Somewhere on planet Tellus, not even defended by an energy shield against the toxic air, a ruined Hindu temple scattered throughout the red lake of an abandoned jungle in the middle of an island amidst an unknown sea.
Amid ruin and corpses, a disfigured giant approximately one hundred meters tall knelt down lifelessly as it's giant arms stretch widely lifting by an invisible force, its body melting with red liquid, exposing its gruesome ribs and skeleton.
Standing upon one ruined pillar that fallen horizontally, a man with purple hair closed his eyes tightly as if he refused to see the reality before him, standing approximately twenty meters away from the corpse of the giant that resembled a lady's body dressed in translucent fabric white dress. But now it looked almost unrecognizable to the point it seems like a corpse of ancient demonic, with the shadow of the giant casting over the purple-haired man.
This giant belonged to a cosmic species that could wield great magic to control their biological body known as Jotun which could be shapeshifting into a mortal body, they were akin to a demi-god despite not being one.
However, unlike the Asura. The Jotun's primary goal was still shrouded in mystery as to why they were even here on Tellus, as they originated from one of the tree branches of The world of dawn that exists in another dimension.
In TWOD, time flows differently from Tellus and the purple haired man knew this fact.
Blue particles shimmered around him, emanating from the heart of the giant, and whispered to him like a fading lullaby, "I am sorry for betraying you, Vishva."
The purple-haired man finally couldn't contain his tears and cried intensely as he punched the surface of the fallen pillar beneath him repeatedly, creating a huge crack running through the already ruined and fallen pillar. Surrounding him were hundreds of corpses that wore creepy angelic masks adorned with sun cross emblem, their remains scattered and afloat on the surface of the lake.
"I am not a girl, I am not a prophet, I am..." The purple-haired man tried to find the right words to describe himself, but he couldn't.
"Just who am I?" The purple-haired man, soaked in the blood of his victims, rubbed his head in madness.
He accidentally killed his lover who was secretly a spy send to captured him for an experiment, as well as the army of these masked men, when his emotions became uncontrollable.
He then said in a quiet voice, to no one except himself in this hellish place soaked in blood, and took one more glance toward the giant corpse before him.
He said in a quiet voice to the corpse, "Lisa... you are the only person I trust, and yet you betray me. All I ever wanted was to live a normal life with you."
All hope was lost; even his lovers betrayed him in the end.
Because of his power to foresee the future, his family, nation, the Ten High, and the world government were all searching for him with the intention of using him. Everyone he knew ended up betraying him, and even his dreams were lost as he lived his life, changing his identity and moving from place to place.
Suddenly, he screamed with such intensity that the lake itself jumped from its own land and fell back in a billion drops of red rain as if it cried alongside him, filled with blood.
The ruined pillars and rocks shattered even more around him as the impact of his voice held a destructive force.
The raindrops created a soothing sound, blending with his tears as he raised his face and looked at the red sky, since this place wasn't protected by the dome shield.
The jungle was surrounded by a thick fog filled with toxic air, yet his power didn't allow him to die; it created a barrier of clean air for him to breathe.
Out of nowhere, he heard footsteps from behind him, and then they ceased to be heard. The owner of the footsteps now stood on the same fallen pillars as him, just a few meters away.
He turned to look at the figure who was approaching him. It wasn't his enemy since this unknown person could have easily taken him out by surprise, yet somehow he was still alive.
To his surprise, he saw a man with white hair like a sage, and purple eyes that seemed to hold ancient and mysterious magic, staring at him with a silent haunting smile.
Was he hallucinating from the exhaustion of his battle?
The white-haired man said, "How long are you going to play the victim, Lasiv Kaivalya?"
His purple eyes widened upon hearing this name, and suddenly a vision flashed through his mind of a girl with long purple hair.
"Get out of my head." The purple-haired man shook and clutched his head.
Suddenly, the purple-haired man realized something. Everything that went wrong in his life might be the result of the actions of this white-haired man since he knew the name of his past life.
"Who are you? Are you the one who gave me this curse?" The purple-haired man said in anger.
His voice alone shattered the surrounding debris into dust. This was his power to manipulate vibrations around him at will. But he still couldn't control this power yet, which was why he always moved from place to place to hide his abilities.
"Curse? There are 14,4000 prophets here who have had a worse life than you, and you, who were supposed to be their leader, have lost your way. How the mighty Lasiv has fallen into the hole that she dug for herself."
The purple-haired man responded with intimidation, "I am a man, I am not a girl!"
"Do words need gender?" The white-haired man asked.
"Word?" He muttered as tears streaming down his face.
"You are not even half awakened, but the divine judgment is approaching. Open your eyes, Lasiv. I will show you a glimpse of your true power."
An unknown force lifted up his face and made him float in the air as it extended his hand and leg. Then, an unknown force forced the purple-haired man to open his eyes widely, staring at the white-haired man below him.
Purple particles emerged from the ground, and with a sound akin to a big bang, his surroundings changed into a space filled with stars and galaxies.
Then, a golden straight line shot like an arrow and appeared, and the white-haired man pointed at the line.
"Eons ago, the Aeon created one timeline that is unchangeable, despite all the multiverse branching out and creating a metaverse and so on yet all they can do is achieving fourth dimensional, in order to reach one conclusion of the omniverse they must understand all the other dimensions that influence the fourth dimension."
He added with his haunting yet alluring voice "This timeline is known as the sacred sequence. Each sequence has its protagonist and conclusion, but those protagonists still can't find their true epilogue and are stuck becoming the Overseer narrator of their sequence and multiverse while some become the destroyer, primordial dreamer or Omniscient reader."
Suddenly, the unknown force released the purple-haired man, his heart beating fast as he stared at the endless space beneath him. But the next moment, he landed on a soft surface that rippled like water upon contact.
He walked toward the straight golden thread in one line as he wiped his tears and touched the golden thread, causing a split line to appear. "Is this a split timeline?" the purple-haired man asked, frowning.
Initially angry, he now seemed more curious and amazed by the space surrounding him.
The white-haired man responded, "This isn't a split timeline. It is another sacred sequence that you and I are going to create. From now on, we will steer the story beyond this metaverse. This is our power."
"Who are the Aeon? If they can combine multiple multiverses into one, then they are just like God." the purple-haired man asked curiously.
"They are the manifestation of ideas. Their hierarchy is even higher than GOD. But that doesn't mean we don't have a chance. In fact, they still need you," the white-haired man said as he stepped closer to him.
"Me?"
"Yes, only you can resurrect the living verse, as you have the power of the divine word," the white-haired man stated, patting his shoulder.
The purple-haired man shook his head and said exhaustedly, "I don't understand."
The white-haired man continued, "Let me put it simply. You have the power to bring back your girlfriend in this reincarnation, and not only that, you can also become the king of the kingdom that exiled you, as well as defeat all of the Ten High."
The purple-haired man paused for a second, processing the information he had just heard. Only a few minutes later, he raised his voice.
"I can see in the future that I will meet a blonde-haired man. Do you want me to assist him?" the purple-haired man stated.
The white hair man turned his back against him and replied "Not necessarily helping him, just try to remember your past life, Lasiv, and gather your last life comrades, then you will have the answer you seek."
The man in purple hair still insisted "I am not Lasiv, I am Vishva."
Suddenly, the expanding cosmos gradually disappeared, along with the white-haired man, turning into purple particles that floated into the sky.
He stated calmly and slowly, "Alright, in any case, believe in yourself more and become stronger. You have the power to shape reality. See you again, Vishva."
The scenery surrounding him returned, the ruins, the corpses, and the giant lady corpse.
"Who are you?" the man with purple hair asked.
His last words were, "Just a passing through namelessness person."
The stone materialized, and beneath him now was a rocky surface in the shape of a fallen pillar. Behind him was a giant corpse, and surrounding him were scattered corpses that seemed like they couldn't withstand his raw cosmic power, causing their organs to explode from within.
"I must get stronger and find that blonde hair man." Vishva murmured to himself as he turned to look at the giant corpse one last time.
Then his vision became blurry. He knew he couldn't be unconscious now, as his remaining enemies might be lurking somewhere. But no matter how much he fought, he still lost to the unknown power of the unconscious that slowly engulfed him.
In his slumber, he saw a fleeting vision of a giant island floating in the sky with a colorful oceanic sky and floating blue whales that didn't resemble anything on Tellus.
He knew this wasn't TWOD. In the next vision, he saw himself as a long-haired purple girl working in a library, with a floating blue sphere in the center of the hall.
Slowly, he regained his consciousness and thought to himself that this time, he must be truly hallucinating. Then he saw a red high heel making its way toward him.
As he looked up, he saw a beautiful light brown skin girl wearing a form-fitting, one-piece red outfit. Her long wavy hair reached the length of her hips.
Behind her was a flying two-seat red sports car, hovering above the blood-soaked lake.
"I have been searching for you. You look really cute in this incarnation," the black girl said as she sat down beside him, brushing his hair and gazing at his face.
She looked around at the scenery filled with corpses and said with her energetic voice, "It seems like you haven't learned to control your power yet."
Vishva lightly opened his lips and asked, "Who are you?"
"Amanda, that is my name," the beautiful brown skin girl replied, carrying Vishva onto the flying sports car.
Despite her lady-like appearance, she possessed superhuman strength, and carrying Vishva felt as light as carrying a baby for her. She placed him in the passenger seat and commanded the flying car to land next to her.
Afterward, she hopped into the driver's seat and buckled up her seat belt, while Vishva's seat belt automatically fastened for him. In the next second, the flying car defied gravity and glided into the sky.
As the scenery passed by, the half-awake Vishva slowly regained his clarity. He looked at the beautiful light brown skin girl beside him, noticing her confident look. Somehow, he felt like he had known her for a long time.
Remembering her name, he decided to initiate a conversation.
"Amanda, is this the first time we've met?" Vishva asked.
"From our previous incarnation, I guess we did meet. But in this incarnation, we are new people, so we might as well just say we just met. Don't think too much; it only makes things more complicated," Amanda replied.
"I see. How do you even remember your past life?" Vishva asked in a low voice.
"It just happened one day. The memories from my past life gradually returned. However, I feel grateful that it was like a memory and I didn't have to experience everything my past life went through. You know, I am a girl, and my past life was a guy! A playboy, at that!" Amanda said in a frustrated tone.
Perhaps she felt like her past life had wasted too much time chasing after women and temporary pleasure. In this life, she was more of a businessperson who valued efficiency and productivity above all else.
"The last memory I remembered was from when I happened to be on a journey in the World of Dawn, fighting a demon lord. In the World of Dawn, time flows differently, so I guess that was when we began our incarnation in this world 20 years ago," she continued.
Vishva also remembered this fragmented memory. Though he still wanted to deny it, the existence of another incarnator proved that his memories from his past life weren't just an illusion.
"Now, where are we going?" Vishva asked.
"To the headquarters of the Blue Rose resistance. Many other second waves awakened prophets are gathering there," replied Amanda.