Riku Tanaka's life has been one of monotony and loss, until an unexpected twist thrusts him into a world where gods, magic, and monstrous forces collide. What begins as a typical isekai adventure quickly spirals into something far darker, as Poll Nightvale discovers hidden powers and confronts cosmic truths that challenge everything he knows. In this world, familiar tropes take on an unpredictable twist—where nothing is as it seems, and every choice could reshape reality itself. A gripping tale of power, fate, and survival awaits.
How This World Works:
Mana: Like most isekai worlds, this one has mana. However, mana isn't a gift from the gods—it simply exists. While people may believe it comes from a divine source, in reality, it is just another element of nature, a mysterious force that fuels everything.
Government: The world operates under a mix of monarchy, dictatorship, and some places ruled by council votes. The systems vary from region to region, but power is held tightly by the few.
Guilds: Adventurer guilds, merchant guilds, mercenary guilds—you name it. This world has all the typical guild systems to support its thriving economies and societies.
Why This World is Unique:
Diverse Species and Powers: The world is home to numerous powerful species, beings, and gods—each more enigmatic and dangerous than the last. Their names and roles will unfold as the story progresses, keeping you on the edge of your seat.
Humans: The Weakest and Strongest: Despite being the weakest in raw power, humans have the potential to be the most dangerous. Their adaptability and willpower make them a paradox in this world of gods and monsters.
Mana as Science: Unlike most, our main character sees mana not as some divine gift but as just another element to understand and manipulate, making it a source of endless possibilities—and dangers.
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About the Main Character: Poll Nightvale
Poll Nightvale is a storm wrapped in brilliance and chaos—a twisted blend of light and darkness. His intellect is unmatched. His scientific mind, razor-sharp and relentless, mirrors Senku Ishigami's hunger for knowledge. His strategies are as calculated as Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's, always playing the game with deadly precision, manipulating people and situations from the shadows like a puppeteer pulling invisible strings. When action calls, he moves with the ruthless decisiveness of Yuichi Katagiri, never hesitating to get his hands dirty when necessary.
But beneath this genius lies something far darker. Poll isn't just a mastermind—he's a force of nature capable of becoming a monster himself. His manipulative skills are chilling, echoing the terrifying precision of Johan Liebert. When the moment demands it, Poll can twist the minds of others, shaping them into tools to further his own goals, or worse, erasing them entirely without a second thought. He has no problem being the villain when the role suits him.
Yet, Poll's mind is as fragile as it is brilliant. He can go from a mastermind to a reckless fool in the blink of an eye. One moment he's plotting with chilling foresight, and the next, he's making decisions so stupid that they might just cost him everything. Add to that his unabashed perversion, and you've got a character who can turn both the brightest and the darkest corners of this world upside down.
Poll is a walking paradox—one moment he'll be your greatest ally, and the next, he'll become the monster you fear. He'll bend the world to his will, or he'll burn it all down, and in this world, you never quite know which side of him you'll get.
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Now, begin..!!
He stands motionless, an enigmatic silhouette etched against the oppressive stillness of an unyielding twilight. The atmosphere seems to shudder around him, suspended in a moment of haunting expectancy, as though the universe itself dares not breathe. An unseen weight presses down, the crushing force of a revelation that transcends mortal comprehension—a truth as devastating as it is inescapable.
"So... this is it?" His voice emerges as a whisper, barely audible yet charged with a gravity that seems to ripple through existence itself. It carries the resonance of a lamentation lost to the void, a melancholic cadence that hints at an untold agony. Beneath this veneer of despair, however, stirs something ancient, something primal: an insatiable yearning, an unspoken hunger that coils around his very essence. "Is this what eternity feels like?"
The Awakening
A faint smile plays upon his lips, cold and deliberate, as though carved from ice by an unfeeling hand. It is not an expression but a cipher, a riddle written in the language of shadows. Power—chilling, boundless, and relentless—gathers around him like a sentient storm, its presence coiling tighter with every pulse of his heart. The air thickens, charged with an energy that feels both intoxicating and terrifying, as though the fabric of reality recoils from the inevitability of what is to come.
And then, it begins.
The laughter.
A sound emerges, low and guttural, as if dragged from the depths of an abyss too profound for human reckoning. "Ha... ha..." It begins as a whisper, an echo of distant thunder rumbling through the chasm of silence. Yet it grows, building momentum with a terrifying inevitability. The rhythm breaks free from its measured pace, erupting into a cacophony that reverberates through the void: "HA-HA-HA-HA!"
This laughter is no mere expression of mirth. It is an invocation, a harbinger of cosmic disarray, a force that rends the veil of reality itself. From the depths of his being, dark tendrils writhe and surge, serpentine and insidious, each one alive with a malignant vitality. They hiss and crackle, carving through the charged air like harbingers of destruction. Beneath his feet, the earth fractures, its once-steadfast form reduced to a web of trembling fissures that radiate with a sense of impending doom.
The Sovereign's Dominion
His eyes ignite, twin orbs of searing brilliance that pierce the encroaching darkness with an intensity beyond mortal comprehension. They burn with an unyielding light, a conflagration that illuminates the shadows and consumes them in equal measure. Reality quakes under the weight of his gaze, retreating from the all-consuming terror it portends.
He turns his gaze toward the horizon, not as an observer but as a sovereign whose vision pierces through realms and dimensions unseen. His voice, now a resonant roar imbued with the gravitas of eternity, carries the weight of an edict that cannot be denied. "Let them tremble at my name. Let their final moments be drenched in despair, their cries silenced beneath the inexorable weight of my dominion. Resistance is but the overture to oblivion, a futile defiance against the tide of my ascendancy. I am the terminus, the shadow that consumes all. The stars shall wither, their light extinguished in the abyss of my reign."
The Final Declaration
With a single, imperious gesture, the darkness surges forth, a churning maelstrom that devours all in its path. Light falters and collapses, swallowed whole by the consuming void. The universe itself seems to unravel, its vastness no match for the singularity of his power. His laughter echoes across the continuum, a haunting refrain that warps time and space into extensions of his will.
"Behold!" he proclaims, his voice fracturing the heavens and reverberating through the bones of creation. "I am the Eternal Sovereign. Submit, or be erased."
As the cosmos quakes beneath his shadow, his expression remains unchanged—a dark, immutable promise etched into the face of annihilation incarnate. It is not merely a declaration but a testament, an unshakable vow that no sanctuary, no refuge, will endure the inexorable tide of his supremacy.