A voice resonated across the universe, deep and unyielding, carrying the weight of cosmic truth. It was not a sound but a presence, a force that etched words into the very fabric of existence.
Golden letters burned across the heavens, unfolding a prophecy that sent chills rippling through the cosmos:
"Beyond the Veil where echoes wane,
A shadow walks, unbound by name.
Forged in silence, where time stands still,
He moves unseen by fate's own will.
Turn and turn, the threads unwind,
A thousand whispers trail behind.
Born of dusk yet crowned in flame,
His path unmarked, his truth untamed.
Specters kneel and titans bow,
Yet unseen hands still weave his vow.
Turn and turn, the circle breaks,
A throne unclaimed, a world that wakes.
With eyes that drink the dying light,
He walks the path of endless night.
He does not seek, yet all is drawn—
The storm that ends, the dusk to dawn.
Turn and turn, the stars recoil,
The nameless one, the tethered coil.
His hand shall write what none have read,
A tale of crowns, of gods long dead.
The sky shall weep, the earth shall shake,
As light and dark at last unmake.
Turn and turn, the wheel will spin,
The Abyssal Sovereign's rule begins.
From unknown to fame, his power sparks,
A legacy stretching through light and dark.
The heavens sing of chaos's end,
A conqueror crowned, the stars he bends.
Turn and turn, the toll is clear,
The lost returns, the end is near."
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When the golden letters faded, an eerie stillness blanketed the universe. It wasn't disbelief. No, it was something darker—acceptance mixed with dread.
The words hung heavy in the hearts of all who heard them:
"End… near..."
"Abyssal sovereign....
Some dismissed the voice as a cruel joke, a celestial prank, but those who knew of the Ancient Age shivered in silent terror. The Voice of the COSMOS was no illusion. It spoke only truths.
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A old man sat alone his chamber, his gnarled fingers trembling. He had spent centuries studying the immutable prophecies etched into sacred scrolls. But now... they had changed.
"No... how can this be?!" he gasped, his voice breaking as his weathered hands gripped the edges of an ancient tome.
If the prophecy had altered, it meant only one thing: an anomaly, a force so powerful that it defied the natural order. His mind raced.
"Prophecy changed , but how???. A king of the Cosmos... an anomaly."
Panic gripped him as he muttered, "I must act... before it's too late. If this child grows unchecked, the balance will shatter. I must find him... and kill him, before his power matures."
Without another word, the old man disappeared into the shadows, leaving only the faint echo of his warning behind.
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The Angelic Realm
The Angelic Palace stood luminous, suspended in an ethereal realm untouched by time. At its peak, 7 Archangels gathered beneath a sky darkened by swirling clouds. Their radiant forms flickered as unease filled the air.
"How is this possible?" one of them exclaimed, his golden eyes fixed on the heavens.
"A prophecy cannot change... unless..." another began, his voice faltering.
A third Archangel interjected, shaking his head. "A variable has emerged. At this juncture? It could disrupt everything."
"SILENCE!"
Their murmurs ceased as Archangel Michael, the King of Angels, stepped forward. His presence commanded instant obedience.
"The prophecy has shifted," he declared, his voice calm yet resolute. "This boy... this 'Abyssal Sovereign'... must be found. Search every corner of the Cosmos. Report any disturbances—beasts, monsters, anomalies of any kind. We cannot allow this variable to grow unchecked."
The Archangels bowed. "Yes, Lord."
As they dispersed, Michael remained, his gaze fixed on the ominous clouds.
"Abyssal Sovereign..." he whispered, the weight of those words lingering like a shadow.
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Demon Realm
In stark contrast, the Demon King Asmodeus sat upon his obsidian throne, the air around him crackling with malevolence. His crimson eyes burned with fury as he stared at the swirling clouds outside.
"Fuck!" he roared, his voice shaking the very walls of his fortress.
He took a deep breath, calming himself. His anger cooled into icy calculation. "If the Cosmos has declared his arrival, he's no ordinary boy. He's a threat… but also an opportunity. An anomaly powerful enough that even the universe fears? I must have him—alive."
He snapped his fingers. "Zeth!"
In an instant, a shadow coalesced before the throne, taking the shape of a kneeling demon. Zeth, the Demon King's right hand, spoke with unwavering loyalty. "Yes, my Lord."
"Drop everything. Find this boy. Scour the stars. Break his bones if you must—but bring him to me alive."
Zeth nodded. "As you command."
And with that, he vanished.
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This phenomenon wasn't confined to the Demon or Angelic Realms; it rippled across the entire universe like a tidal wave.
From the highest thrones to the humblest dwellings, rulers and leaders of countless races felt the weight of the announcement. The Abyssal Sovereign—a name that now ignited both terror and curiosity—became the most sought-after figure in existence.
Kings and queens, emperors and empresses, chiefs and elders—leaders of every kind—scrambled to understand the prophecy.
Armies were mobilized, scouts dispatched, and ancient texts scoured for any hint of what this child could mean for their realms.
Not all races viewed the prophecy with hostility. Among the chaos, there were whispers of neutrality, even cautious support.
For some, the Abyssal Sovereign represented a potential end to the old cycles of destruction and tyranny. Others, however, saw him as a harbinger of doom, a threat to their sovereignty, their survival.
In every corner of the cosmos, the hunt began. Some sought the boy to destroy him before he could rise to power. Others hoped to ally with him, to bask in the glory of his reign—or perhaps influence his path. But whether hostile, neutral, or supportive, one truth became clear:
The world as they knew it was about to change.
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The World of Akumia
The world buzzed with unease after the prophecy's announcement. Cities bristled with speculation, fear, and hope. Yet amidst the chaos, in a secluded cave hidden from prying eyes, the boy at the center of it all... slept.
His handsome face was serene, a small trail of drool escaping his lips as he snored softly. Unbeknownst to him, the Cosmos had declared him its sovereign.
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The darkness receded like a heavy veil being lifted.
As his consciousness stirred, the first thing he felt was the cold—a biting, relentless chill that pressed against his bare skin. His body was slick, coated in something viscous and clammy, a sensation that sent an uncomfortable shiver racing down his spine.
The air was thick and metallic, tinged with the coppery scent of blood and the damp, earthy aroma of stone. He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by near-total darkness.
A faint thread of silvery moonlight trickled through a narrow crack in the cave ceiling, casting thin streaks of pale illumination across the jagged walls. It was barely enough to make out his surroundings—a cavern floor that glistened with an unsettling wetness.
Pain radiated through his body, a strange, contradictory ache that was both numbing and burning. It felt as though every nerve had been peeled raw, hypersensitive to even the faintest touch. His chest heaved with labored breaths, each one thick with the tang of iron.
He tried to shift, but the movement only amplified his discomfort, sending a wave of unfamiliar sensations through him.
Beneath him was something sticky and warm, mingled with something colder and congealed. Its stench was nauseating—a rancid blend of blood and something far more primal, something ancient and dark.
His hand trembled as he lifted it into the faint light. His fingers were smeared with a mixture of red and black, and the sight made his stomach churn.
What… is this?
A groan escaped his lips as he clenched his eyes shut, his mind spinning.
Where am I? What happened?
The questions repeated themselves, circling like vultures, but the answers eluded him. His memory was fragmented, pieces of it slipping through his mental grasp like grains of sand.
As he shivered, his body reacted instinctively, pulling itself upright. Every movement was shaky, uncertain, as though he were learning to move for the first time.
He became acutely aware of his nakedness, the vulnerability of his exposed skin against the cave's unforgiving chill. Yet beneath the discomfort, there was something else—an odd sense of lightness, as if a weight he hadn't even known he carried had been lifted.
But it was an unsettling lightness, paired with an empty feeling deep within.
The cavern around him seemed alive, humming faintly, almost imperceptibly, as if it were a sentient being watching him, waiting for his next move.
Then, like a lightning bolt splitting the darkness, a single memory surged to the forefront of his mind.
"Second Awakening."
His heart stilled for a moment as realization dawned. The fragmented memories clicked together, forming a picture that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. He sat down immediately, crossing his legs in a lotus position despite the sticky, slick ground beneath him.
His focus turned inward, diving deep into himself to assess the changes. What he saw shocked him to his core.
Two fist-sized orbs glowed with an ethereal light within him. Their surfaces were pristine white, adorned with intricate golden runes that pulsed faintly with an otherworldly energy.
One orb resided Above the previous Core, the other in his lower abdomen, and they were connected by a single vertical thread of shimmering energy, like a golden spine binding them together.
His breath caught.
Cores…?
He had read about them—every magical being had a core located within Them. But what he was witnessing defied everything he thought he knew. A core with golden engravings? He had never heard of anything like this, not in legends, not in the novel he'd read.
This was new. Unprecedented.
He inhaled deeply, steadying the storm of questions in his mind. As calmly as he could manage, he whispered the command in his thoughts:
"Status."
The words echoed in his mind like a chime, and a faint golden screen materialized before his eyes, illuminating the cavern with its warm glow.
And what it revealed… left him utterly speechless.
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STATUS SCREEN
Name: Ash Burn
Age: 8
Level: 10 (G Rank)
Class: Magic Swordsman
Legendary Core : 2
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<Attributes>
Strength: 32
Agility: 32
Intelligence: 32
Vitality: 32
Mana : 32
Stamina: 32
Charm: 32
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Affinities: Light, Air, Lightning, Fire.
Runes: Rune of Stability, Rune if Balance.
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[Skill Creation] (Unranked)
Description: The ability to create new skills from imagination per level. The more diverse and unique the imagination, the more powerful the skills created.
‣[Mana Manipulation] (Level 5) - (D Rank)
‣[Sword Mastery] (Level 3) - (E Rank)
‣[Inspect] (Level 4) - (D Rank)
‣[Harmonic Convergence] (Passive) - (SS)
‣[Elemental Manipulation] (Passive) - (SSS)
‣[Core Symbiosis] (Passive) - (S+)
Description: The user's two cores are linked in a symbiotic relationship, sharing energy and stress equally. Chaotic energy is redistributed, preventing any single core from overloading. The cores grow in tandem—when one ranks up, the other follows. Allowing the cores to act as interconnected energy reservoirs, unlocking unimaginable potential.
Skills(6/9)
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After seeing his status window only one sentence escaped his mouth,
"What the f*ck..."
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Authors Note : if you are all wondering that till now the novel has only described about power up for Ash and nor romance and fighting, Then It is true as it is going to be the same in the following chapters until the academy arc starts.
But it is important as in future if you haven't understood this part you wont understand most of the story.
Please bear with it,
Thank You for Reading
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