The world had always looked at Shidai and seen a teenager. They saw a face hidden in a hoodie, eyes cold and unreadable, a casual swagger that told them nothing of who he really was. But they were blind. They didn't see the being standing right in front of them—he wasn't just a boy. He was a force of nature, a being whose power could bend reality to his will.
And now, they were about to feel it.
The night was still. The city hummed like a distant echo, unaware of the storm gathering within the confines of Shidai's room. The soft glow of the streetlights outside flickered, as if the world itself knew the balance was about to shift.
A book sat in his hands, its pages whispering the words of a world far too small to contain him. With one thought, he tore it apart, the paper disintegrating into dust as if it had never existed. This world? It meant nothing to him.
Suddenly, the air shifted. A presence—a familiar energy—rippled through the room. Lucas. The smell of betrayal and ambition hung thick in the air.
Once, Lucas had been his ally. His friend. But something had changed. Shidai could feel it: Lucas wasn't just seeking power; he wanted Shidai's power.
And for the first time in eons, Shidai allowed himself a smile—sharp, predatory.
"Lucas," Shidai's voice was a whisper, yet it carried across the universe. It was the kind of whisper that could shatter mountains. "You think you can challenge me?"
Shidai stood slowly, each movement deliberate, each step a declaration of his dominance. The floor beneath him groaned, and the air around him crackled. Every molecule of the room bent to his will, and the sheer force of his presence made the world hold its breath.
The door of his room exploded outward, shattered into nothing, and Shidai stepped into the night. His gaze burned with a light so pure it could blind stars.
"Come, Lucas. Let's see if you can even touch me."
In an instant, he was outside. The wind howled, as though the world itself was aware of the coming storm. Shidai's energy filled the air, warping reality. He was the beginning and the end of everything. He was the Alpha and the Omega. No force in the universe could stand against him—not Lucas, not the world, not even time itself.
And yet, here stood Lucas, pretending he could defy the inevitable.
A distant laugh rumbled in Shidai's chest, one that shook the very heavens. He didn't need to fight Lucas. He didn't need to do anything. But Lucas needed this lesson, and Shidai would give it to him.
Shidai wasn't going to end Lucas with a snap of his fingers—not yet. No. He was going to savor this. He was going to teach Lucas the one thing every being in the universe had forgotten: Shidai wasn't just a god. He was everything.