The Flame of Life pulsed once, its voice steady.
Flame of Life: "Now, you have learned the true history of the universe."
Orion exhaled slowly. His mind was still reeling from everything he had witnessed—the creation of the universe, the rise of civilizations,
the Pandemics, and the fall of the Milky Way and other Galaxies by the Pandemics.
But before he could process it all—
SNAP.
A sharp sound echoed through the void.
And then—
A screen appeared before Orion's eyes.
A glowing blue panel floated in front of him, filled with text, symbols, and intricate menus.
Orion's eyes widened. He tried to move, but his body remained frozen.
Flame of Life: "This… is your SYSTEM—a gift, a curse, and a path only you may walk."
Orion stared at the strange interface, its design unlike anything he had ever seen.
A message blinked at the top:
📜 [SYSTEM INITIALIZED] 📜
[SYSTEM CONTENTS]
📌 Notifications
📌 Inventory (Space In INV. Depends On INT. Stat)
📌 Daily Quests (Must Be Completed, Or Penalties Will Occur)
📌 Quests (Generated Based On Situations Or Pre-Determined Missions)
📌 Skills - N/A
📌 Status Panel :
[Level – 1]
[Job – N/A]
[Title – The Chosen One(Effects : N/A{Will Unlock Overtime})]
[AP (Available Points{Used to Increase Stats.}) – 000]
[HP (Health Points) – 120]
[IP (INSIGNIA OF PARADOX) – 0.0001%]
[Stats :
{STR (Strength) – 19}
{VIT (Vitality) – 16}
{INT (Intelligence) – 20}
{PER (Perception) – 13}
{AGI (Agility) – 12}
{MAN (Mana Control) – 15}
{QI (Qi Control) – 11 }]
📌 Equipment Slots (Helmet - , Vest - , Gloves - , Leggings - , Boots - , Mask - )
[You Can Hide the Equipped Equipment According to Your Will]
📌 Weapons (Weapon-1[Main] : - , Weapon-2[Main] : - , Weapon-3 : - , Weapon-4 : - , Weapon-5 : - , Weapon-6 : - .)
[Weapons in Weapons Slot Can Be Accessed Instantly, Unlike Weapons In INV.]
📜 [SYSTEM MESSAGE RECEIVED] 📜
🔹 Skill Acquired: Omniscience Lv.1
📖 Description :
🔹Can learn any Martial Art or Breathing Technique from any point in history of any civilization and species,
from the Big Bang to the End of the Universe 7.
🔹Can create any tool, device, or invention from any time in history.
🔹Can Learn The True History of the Whole Universe 7 by Levelling up the Skill.
Orion's breath hitched.
He could learn and build anything.
From the first battle techniques of primitive beings to the most advanced weapons of the galactic age.
From the simplest tools of early civilizations to devices that controlled black holes.
A sudden chime echoed in Orion's mind, followed by the cold, mechanical tone of his SYSTEM.
📜 [NOTIFICATION RECEIVED] 📜
🔹 Chronos' Summon will commence in 5 seconds...
🔹 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0.
🔹 Teleporting to Chronos' Castle.
Before Orion could even react, a powerful force wrapped around him, pulling him through space and time itself.
When Orion's vision stabilized, he found himself once again standing in Chronos' grand castle.
But this time… he was not alone.
The throne room, once eerily empty except for Chronos, was now filled with a presence that made even his warrior soul tremble.
Before him, seated upon thrones that seemed to warp reality itself, sat six other beings—each one radiating a power that defied understanding.
Chronos, still exuding his usual calm dominance, stood at the center.
To his left sat a being whose very form bent space, his presence distorting light itself
—Aion, the God of Space.
Beside him, a figure cloaked in eternal darkness, whose presence made Orion feel like he was staring into the void of existence itself
—Nyx, the God of the Void.
Next, a radiant presence, pulsating with the very essence of creation itself
—Luxis, the God of Creation.
To Chronos' right, an entity whose very presence breathed vitality into the air, making Orion feel both invigorated and overwhelmed
—Vitae, the God of Life.
Next, a being who stood half in shadow, half in light, his presence carrying the weight of all who had ever died
—Mortis, the God of Death.
And finally, a force of pure chaos, his existence feeling as though it could unravel reality at any moment
—Kaos, the God of Power and Chaos.
Each of them turned their gaze toward Orion, their eyes filled with an emotion he had never seen before—not superiority, nor pity, but hope.
For the first time, Orion felt truly small.
Chronos stepped forward, his tone carrying an urgency Orion had never heard before.
Chronos: "Without further ado, let's get to business."
Orion straightened his stance, his body still processing the sheer weight of the moment.
Orion: "I assume I wasn't summoned here for a casual conversation."
Chronos let out a small, dry chuckle before nodding.
Chronos: "No. You're here because we don't have time for one."
He gestured to the gods surrounding him, his expression turning serious.
Chronos: "Before we proceed, let me tell you what you must do."
Orion remained silent, his fists clenched. He was ready.
Chronos took a breath before delivering the words that would change everything.
Chronos: "We are sending you to the past."
Orion's eyes widened, his mind racing.
Orion: "...The past?"
Chronos: "To be precise, we are turning back the time of the entire multiverse."
Orion felt the air leave his lungs.
Chronos: "You will be sent back to an era where life still thrived across the Whole Universe before the Pandemics arrived,
before the downfall of everything."
Orion's mind spun. This wasn't just sending him back a few years—this was rewinding time itself on an unimaginable scale.
But then, Chronos' expression darkened.
Chronos: "We made a mistake, When the Pandemics first arrived, we—"
He hesitated, as if the very words were disgraceful to him.
Chronos: "—we thought it wasn't our problem."
Orion's jaw tightened.
Chronos: "At first, we assumed it was just a local disaster. A single galaxy being consumed. But one by one,
the Pandemics stripped 95% of the Primordial Energy—Qi and Mana—from Universe 7."
Orion's breath hitched.
Chronos: "By the time we realized it was a universal crisis, it was already too late. We were weakened. Not even we,
the Universal Gods, were strong enough to stop them."
A deep silence filled the throne room.
Then, Vitae, the God of Life, spoke, her voice gentle yet filled with sorrow.
Vitae: "And after the Pandemics had devoured nearly everything... they left."
Orion's heartbeat thundered in his chest.
Orion turned his gaze back to Chronos.
Orion: "So, what do you want me to do?"
Chronos' eyes burned with determination.
Chronos: "We will sacrifice ourselves to reset the timeline—turning back the clock on the entire multiverse to a point
where you can grow strong enough to stop them."
A cold chill ran down Orion's spine.
Orion: "You're... all going to die?"
Chronos gave a small, almost resigned nod.
Chronos: "Yes. Even if We don't the Universe will find a way to Punish for our Mistakes,
and Once we enact the reset, it would be as if we have never existed. In our place, new gods will rule the universe."
The weight of the words hit Orion like a collapsing star.
This wasn't just a sacrifice.
It was a complete erasure of existence.
Orion clenched his fists, his mind racing.
Orion: "Then why me? Why would you entrust this task to me of all people?"
Chronos' gaze locked onto Orion's, his next words sending a shockwave through his soul.
Chronos: "Because, Orion… in the entirety of history of the Whole Universe, you are the only one who does not truly fear death."
Chronos: "You are the only one who truly lives and dies for war, wether you call it fate or Coincidence.
It was in your Galaxy/Star Field the Pandemics first arrived."
Orion stood motionless, his body rigid, his thoughts spiraling.
The Universal Gods—beings beyond comprehension—were entrusting him with the fate of everything.
His SYSTEM flickered in front of him.
📜 [QUEST : ERASE THE PANDEMICS FROM EXISTENCE] 📜
🔹 Time-Limit : ???
🔹 Reward : ???
🔹 Penalty(Penalty will apply if you fail the Quest) : ???
Flame of Life: "This… is the weight of your fate."
A deep breath. A slow exhale.
Orion looked up at the seven gods before him.
And then, for the first time in his life—
He bowed.
Chronos stepped forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Orion's. The weight of the moment pressed down on the room like an impending storm.
Chronos: "Before we send you back, I have one last thing to give you."
Orion raised a brow, sensing an unusual softness in Chronos' voice.
Chronos: "You will not be alone in this journey. I will grant you the Flame of Life—Zynx. He will be your companion."
A flickering blue flame appeared beside Chronos, hovering in the air. It pulsed gently, almost as if it were alive.
Orion watched as the flame floated toward him, its light strangely warm and familiar.
Chronos: "However… when time is turned back, he will be weakened. He will not be the same as he is now."
Chronos: "You will need to protect him—or he will cease to exist."
Orion stared at the dancing flame, his instincts screaming that this wasn't just an ordinary gift—it was a responsibility. A piece of Chronos' power, entrusted to him alone.
Then, his SYSTEM blinked open.
📜 [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] 📜
🔹 Will You Accept Flame of Life - Zynx as a Party Member?
🔹 Y/N
Orion didn't hesitate.
Orion: "Yes."
📜 [FLAME OF LIFE - ZYNX JOINED YOUR PARTY] 📜
The moment he accepted, Zynx flared brightly for a brief second before dimming. Orion felt a strange connection form between them—an unspoken bond, fragile yet unbreakable.
Chronos turned, his expression unreadable.
Chronos: "Come."
The six other Universal Gods followed in silence. They moved with purpose, no words exchanged between them.
Orion, for the first time since his arrival, felt a strange sense of dread.
He had witnessed gods discuss the rewriting of time as if it were a mere strategy…
But now, they carried themselves with the stillness of men marching toward their graves.
At the center of the grand chamber, an altar stood—a massive circular platform engraved with ancient symbols.
A magic circle pulsed at its center, glowing faintly, waiting.
Chronos and the six gods positioned themselves around the circle.
Chronos gestured toward the middle.
Chronos: "Step forward, Orion. You as well, Zynx."
Orion glanced at the flame beside him, then at the expressions of the gods. He could see it now—the unshaken resolve behind their eyes.
They had already accepted their fate.
Orion and Zynx stepped onto the magic circle.
The air shifted. The very fabric of space trembled.
Then—
Without a single word, the gods raised their right hands toward the circle.
The ritual began.
A blinding golden radiance erupted from each god's palm, pouring into the circle like an unstoppable flood.
Orion's SYSTEM flickered wildly, unable to process the magnitude of what was happening.
The castle itself shook, the walls distorting as if reality itself was struggling to hold together.
Aion, God of Space, narrowed his eyes, his voice steady.
Aion: "We entrust this universe to you, Orion."
Nyx, God of the Void, let out a low, amused chuckle despite the pain creeping into his features.
Nyx: "Try not to let history repeat itself, would you?"
Luxis, God of Creation, gave a soft, knowing smile.
Luxis: "The universe is built on endless possibilities. Make sure you choose the right one."
Vitae, God of Life, placed a hand over her heart, her eyes glowing with pure, unfiltered warmth.
Vitae: "Life always finds a way. So must you."
Mortis, God of Death, spoke in a quiet, solemn tone.
Mortis: "Do not fear what lies ahead, Orion. Even gods must die someday."
And finally, Kaos, God of Power, grinned widely, his chaotic energy swirling around him.
Kaos: "Break the rules, mortal. and Shatter the fate."
Orion gritted his teeth, his fingers curling into fists.
Each god's form began to wither.
Their once radiant bodies decayed, their flesh turning to bone before his very eyes.
And yet… they did not scream.
They did not falter.
They simply kept pouring their power into the ritual—until, one by one…
They collapsed into dust.
As the last of their forms disintegrated, the magic circle beneath Orion glowed violently.
The energy in the room reached its peak.
Then, in an instant—
The circle shattered.
The ground beneath Orion vanished, replaced by an endless, swirling void.
Orion's eyes widened.
He felt nothing beneath him—only emptiness.
And then, before he could react—
He fell.
Orion's body was weightless, yet he felt everything.
The void wrapped around him, neither cold nor hot—just an endless abyss of shifting reality. Time itself bled into his mind, unraveling and reforming all at once.
It was as if the past, present, and future were collapsing around him.
And then, the pain hit.
A thousand voices, a million echoes—every moment of existence rushed through him like a violent storm.
Zynx, the Flame of Life, flickered weakly beside him, his once-brilliant glow now a dim ember.
Zynx: "Orion… hold on…"
His voice was barely a whisper, strained and fragile. Orion gritted his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming force pulling them deeper.
Then—
BOOOOM!
A sudden shockwave tore through the void.
Orion's vision blurred as his body was flung downward—faster, faster, faster.
And then—
Everything stopped.
Orion's eyes snapped open.
His lungs burned as he took a sharp inhale, his body convulsing from the sheer shock of existence.
He felt grass beneath his hands, thick and untamed. The scent of fresh earth and moisture filled his lungs.
Slowly, his vision adjusted.
What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Towering trees stretched endlessly into the sky, their trunks so massive that they dwarfed even the tallest structures he had seen in his past life.
These weren't just trees.
They were giants of nature—each one nearly 500 meters tall, their trunks 50 meters wide.
Their roots snaked across the land like the veins of an ancient, breathing world.
Orion's heart pounded.
The sky above was not the sky he remembered. It was **thicker, heavier, richer—**as if life itself was denser, purer.
He forced himself to his feet, his muscles still adjusting to the shift in reality. His SYSTEM remained silent, no notifications, no updates.
His surroundings were eerily still—yet beneath that stillness, he could feel it.
This place was alive.
Orion's eyes scanned the horizon.
This place…
📜 [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] 📜
🔹 Location - North Africa. Pangaea Super-Continent.
🔹 Sahara Rainforest, Later... Sahara Desert.
His mind reeled.
This wasn't the barren desert it once was.
This was 5 million years before the Pandemics would arrive—when the Sahara was still a thriving rainforest.
His fingers brushed against the massive, ancient trees, their bark humming with energy.
The entire ecosystem felt primordial, untouched by destruction.
Orion exhaled sharply.
He had landed 220 million years before his death in the Qin-Kan War.
Everything he knew, everything he remembered—had not yet happened.
This was not a second chance.
This was a completely different world.
And he was the only anomaly in it.
TO BE CONTINUED.