Season 1: The Beginning
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Chapter 1: A New Beginning
The first thing Han Li noticed was the warmth of the sun. It felt soft on his face, almost too gentle, as if the world had decided to cradle him in its arms. He groaned softly and opened his eyes, expecting to see the cracked ceiling of his shabby apartment or the stiff park bench where he had fallen asleep the night before. Instead, what greeted him was a sight he couldn't comprehend.
Massive trees loomed above, their emerald leaves catching rays of golden sunlight. The sky beyond was so vivid and blue that it seemed unreal. Birds with shimmering feathers flitted from branch to branch, and flowers with petals that glowed faintly carpeted the ground. The air was crisp, carrying a sweet scent unlike anything Han Li had experienced.
He sat up abruptly, his heart racing. This wasn't home. This wasn't even Earth.
"Where… am I?" His voice cracked, echoing in the stillness.
"Ah, you're finally awake," a calm voice answered, startling him.
Han Li scrambled to his feet, turning toward the sound. Three figures stood under a towering tree, their presence so radiant that it seemed to dim the forest around them. The one who had spoken stepped forward, a man with long silver hair that shimmered as if spun from moonlight. His face was both youthful and ancient, with sharp, elegant features.
To his left was a figure dressed in flowing robes that rippled like water, the fabric shimmering with every color of the spectrum. Their eyes were deep and mysterious, as though they held the secrets of the universe. The last figure, standing slightly behind the others, exuded a calm yet powerful aura. Though they didn't speak, their gaze was warm and piercing, like they could see straight through Han Li.
"Who are you?" Han Li stammered, taking a step back. "And where is this?"
The silver-haired man smiled gently. "We are what you would call gods. As for this place, it's a world far from the one you knew."
Han Li blinked. "Gods? You're joking, right?"
The robed figure chuckled, their voice soft but echoing like ripples on a pond. "We assure you, this is no joke. You died in your old world, Han Li. Unfairly, might we add. Your life was cut short, so we decided to intervene."
"Wait, wait," Han Li interrupted, his head spinning. "I died? That can't be right. I was… I was just…" He trailed off, trying to remember. The memories came in flashes—a rainy night, the headlights of a truck, and then nothing.
The calm one finally spoke, their voice low and steady. "You were not supposed to die yet. Fate made an error, and we took it upon ourselves to correct it. You've been given a second chance, in a world where you can discover your true potential."
Han Li's heart pounded. He had spent his entire life being told he wasn't good enough, failing job interviews, and struggling just to get by. The idea of a second chance seemed too good to be true. "Why me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The silver-haired god tilted his head. "Because you have a gift, one even you don't know about. This world will help you uncover it. But first, you must live."
Before Han Li could ask more, the three began to fade, their forms dissolving into shimmering light. "Wait!" he called out.
"We'll meet again," the robed figure said, their voice lingering in the air. "Until then, trust yourself, Han Li."
And then they were gone, leaving Han Li alone in the vast, vibrant forest.