The morning light streamed through the windows of cities, suburbs, and villages, casting long shadows as the world woke to another ordinary day. Cars hummed on highways, alarms buzzed in bedrooms, and people groaned as they stirred from their sleep. It was Tuesday, and nothing remarkable was supposed to happen.
In a high school classroom in downtown Chicago, students shuffled into their seats. The teacher was discussing Shakespeare's Macbeth, but the lesson seemed irrelevant to half the class, who preferred to scroll through social media or daydream about the latest game release. There was nothing unusual about this scene. It was the mundane, everyday life that humans had known for centuries—until it wasn't.
As the clock struck 9:00 a.m., the first sign appeared.
A loud, ear-piercing hum cut through the sky, and every single screen—phones, computers, TVs—glitched for a fraction of a second. The hum faded, and for a moment, the world stood still. People glanced at each other, confused. In the streets, cars slowed. The usual clamor of city life dulled into a hushed tension.
Then, the sky shifted. Across the entire planet, a bright, digital-looking countdown appeared. It hovered high above the atmosphere, massive, undeniable.
48:00:00
The numbers ticked down slowly. The world stared.
Before the first wave of panic could hit, another sensation rippled through every mind on Earth—information, clear and concise. It was like a voice without sound, seeping directly into their consciousness, conveying one chilling message:
"The world as you know it will end in 48 hours. The evolution of life will begin. Prepare yourselves."
At first, disbelief gripped everyone. The students in the Chicago classroom stared out the windows at the numbers in the sky, their teacher frozen mid-sentence, wide-eyed.
Then came the second wave. Panic.
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Reports flooded the news—cities in chaos, people rushing out of buildings, crowding streets, scrambling for answers. Everywhere, governments scrambled to make statements, scientists attempted to explain the inexplicable, and religious leaders whispered of prophecies.
But not everyone felt the terror. In homes, dorms, and classrooms, groups of students and gamers, familiar with stories of apocalyptic resets, were reacting in an entirely different way. Among the panicked, there were those whose eyes gleamed with an odd excitement.
"Oh my god, it's like every RPG I've ever played," whispered Jason, a seventeen-year-old high schooler with a love for survival games. His friends crowded around him, equally giddy.
"This is it! The real deal!" someone else muttered, and the chatter grew animated. They talked of strategies, survival kits, and "leveling up" for what was to come, unaware that their casual excitement was only the surface of the deeper, darker forces at play.
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Meanwhile, far from the cities, in a forgotten castle buried deep in the mountains of Eastern Europe, a circle of hooded figures stood around a stone altar. The air in the room was heavy with incense, smoke swirling as ancient runes glowed faintly on the floor beneath them.
The leader of the group, a woman with sharp, penetrating eyes, raised her hands as the final chant reached its peak. The ritual was ancient, passed down through generations of her sect. They were on the verge of summoning the Demon King—a being of immense power who would grant them dominion over the Earth in the chaos that was to come. The world's shift toward destruction had been foreseen, and they had prepared for this moment for years.
But something was wrong.
As the countdown appeared in the sky, the power in the room fluctuated. The glow of the runes faltered, flickering like a dying candle, and the very fabric of space and time rippled. The summoning circle destabilized. The leader's chant broke as confusion spread among her followers.
"No… what is this?" she hissed, struggling to maintain control. But it was too late.
The circle cracked, and the ritual shattered.
A gust of wind howled through the room, blowing out the candles. The runes sputtered, their light extinguishing in a rush of cold air. The power they had been building twisted and morphed into something else—something that didn't belong.
From the center of the altar, a dark, swirling void appeared. Not the Demon King. Not any being they had ever intended to summon. This was… something else. An anomaly.
The void pulsed, growing larger, and then—without warning—a figure stepped through.
At first glance, it seemed humanoid, though wrong in every sense. It was tall, far taller than any human, with elongated limbs that didn't quite move right. Its eyes—or what passed for eyes—were empty voids, as if they absorbed all light around them. Its form flickered, as though it didn't fully exist within this reality.
The leader gasped, falling back as a wave of cold fear washed over her. This was no Demon King. This was an error in the cosmos. A being that should not, could not, exist.
The anomaly turned its gaze on the group, and as it did, they felt something crawl inside their minds—a pressure, a presence, as though reality itself was bending under its influence. One by one, the followers collapsed, clutching their heads, screaming. Their minds could not comprehend its existence, and as they tried, they broke.
The leader, barely holding on to her sanity, stumbled toward the exit. "This… wasn't supposed to happen…"
But it was already too late.
The anomaly looked up at the sky, where the countdown continued.
47:52:38
Its lips—if they could be called lips—curled into a grotesque approximation of a smile.
As it surveyed it's surroundings and studied the details of this world from the minds of the cult members it came to know about the apocalypse or the life evolution.
With it saw a opportunity to become something else from an anamoly it was, thus it began by taking a more acceptable form for this world and it slowly began to transform in a figure of a man in his early twenties with hair as dark as night with blue highlights like stars in the sky. Eyes as golden as the sun with a otherworldly aura to it and with a face so handsome that you know that it transcend this world.
With this new look he thought of taking new name and a name suddenly came to it as if it was meant for him "Vaelion" a name which suggests a hidden power and a being that defies the reality itself. With this new name and look it felt like it has a purpose and existence first time.
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Back in Chicago, the chaos had escalated. People flooded stores, raided for supplies, fought each other in the streets, desperate to prepare for the unknown disaster the countdown promised.
This situation was same all over the world every being thought about themselves all thoughts of unity were discarded. As this situation began to escalate many people began to claim it as gods punishment for the crimes of the human's.
The government all over the world started taking action against the rioting crowd and criminal's that ran rampant due to the choes that was created. With the passing time the crowd was cleared and order began to set. World leaders started to meet and decide what to do with this sudden change.
But he countdown continued, its numbers bright and cold against the sky. Eight hours passed just like this and with no solution in sight.
In the castle to the far East Vaelion was taking a new form and familrising with his new body and synchronisation of the soul and his power.
40:45:12
And the world waited for its fate.
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The MC will be OP and will develop his personality with the plot progression but he will be carefree and ruthless that is definite..
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