In the beginning of time, a cataclysmic event known as the Big Bang occurred, marking the inception of existence. This monumental blast was not a singular event, but rather a recurring phenomenon, akin to a fireworks display in the vast expanse of the black sky. And thus, the universe was born, giving rise to all that we can perceive and experience today. This energy blast was the genesis of all things, and it paved the way for subsequent energy blasts that would eventually lead to the creation of multiple universes, forming the multiverse.
At first, these universes were akin to rocks floating in the sky, lacking a clear direction or purpose. However, over time, a concentrated energy formed within the multiversal space, imbuing the universes with the energy they needed to rotate around this central force.
This ancient legend has been passed down through generations, and the villagers have come to trust and reverence it. It has become a fundamental concept, akin to a God, which they believe in and pray to. For thousands of years, they have studied and written about this phenomenon in sacred texts, emphasizing its truth and warning of the consequences of disbelief.
The earth, known as Earth 7701, is a world where two distinct groups coexist: the believers and the non-believers. The former group fervently adheres to the legend, while the latter rejects it, earning them the label of atheists in the eyes of the devout. This dichotomy has led to perpetual conflicts, with each side engaging in heated debates every day.
In this world, there existed a serene and picturesque village called Khanishq Land. On a tranquil morning, the villagers went about their daily routines, praying to their God for wealth, health, and peace. The air was filled with the sound of devotees singing the "Song of the Universe," a hymn that has been passed down through generations. The song's origins are shrouded in mystery, with some attributing it to human authorship and others believing it to be a divine creation. And the song is something like this
" The world will know who is the god
in the end of their struggle.
It have some rules,
or you will be crushed.
The war is not only for survival sometimes it took the life of peoples,
the dark is in the centre,
but the light can cover it.
You will be confused,
but don't worry he can always guide you"
The village temple, a humble structure with brick walls bearing the patina of age, stood as a testament to the community's faith. The ground was littered with coins, their glinting light almost blinding. The devotees walked carefully, avoiding stepping on the coins, which they believed held sacred significance.
Outside the temple, a man stood singing the "Song of the Universe" with all his might, though his voice was far from perfect. Two children, approximately six years old, emerged from the temple, waiting for their parents. They seemed to be friends, and their conversation revealed their aspirations: one wanted to become a policeman, while the other dreamed of becoming a mangaka.
Just then, an earthquake struck, causing the children to fall to the ground. A low, ominous drumbeat echoed from the sky, sending shivers down their spines. Terrified, they rushed back to the temple, where the light began to fade, as if the sun itself was losing its energy.
An elderly man, standing in front of the temple, gazed up at the sky and then at his friend, a non-believer. With a cold, mysterious tone, he uttered, "It is not a myth…" The world around them began to disintegrate, and everything vanished in an instant, leaving behind only the faint echo of the old man's words
"It is not a myth"