THE MOST HEAVY MAN The Birth of a Living Calamity
A world bathed in demonic energy—not by accident, but by design. A demonic monarch from another dimension tainted the land, transforming its people into either zombies or living weapons. Those who could not withstand the corruptive energy mutated or perished, leaving only the strongest to wage war for survival.
This was not an invasion—it was a farm. A grand experiment to cultivate the purest demonic essence. For when only one survivor remained, they would become the ultimate fruit, ripe for consumption by the Demonic Monarch.
But amidst the chaos, there was one man.A man who endured it all.A man who refined the demonic energy instead of succumbing to it.A man who carried the weight of the world—literally.
The Battle That Never Ended
For centuries, he fought. The world was a battlefield, infested with creatures that could not die. Demonic humans with regenerative bodies, tearing each other apart, only to rise again, stronger. They did not eat. They did not drink. They only fought.
His life became a cycle of endless combat:
He fought. He slept. He fought again.
The world's gravity twisted under the weight of so much death, warping as more blood was spilled than water flowed in the rivers.
But every story must end. His did too.
The Man Who Would Not Die
At the peak of his strength, he fell—not to time, not to disease, but to his greatest rival, another demonic warrior forged in the same endless slaughter.
But death did not claim him.
His bones had already turned to iron, his skull harder than any known material. To kill a demonic being, one must destroy the brain—but his was beyond destruction.
His soul descended into hell, and there, he met the Man Who Does Not Forget.
It was there that he learned the ultimate truth.He had not yet reached the true peak of demonic refinement. There was more to absorb, more to become.
And so, he did not stay dead.
He reclaimed his body. He returned to the battlefield. He killed his rival. He began to prepare. A Thousand Years Under Crushing Gravity
Knowing the Demonic Monarch would return for his "fruit," he waited. But he did not waste time.
He manipulated the planet's gravity, making it his training ground. He trained under 10,000x normal gravity for a thousand years, tempering his body to an absurd level. He waited for the monarch's arrival.
When the day came, he did not resist.The monarch came to feast on his prize, on the final survivor.
But the fruit ate the harvester.
The Demonic Monarch perished under the weight of the man's overwhelming power.
By this time, he was the last being alive on the planet. The others had either fled or perished.
But it did not matter—because existence itself had already recognized him.
The Man Who Holds the World The planet had long since become his, even before the Monarch arrived. He could control its gravity as if it were an extension of his own body. He trained for billions of years, knowing the meaning of weakness all too well.
And so, he rose.Ranked 2nd in the Book of Destruction Gods, his very presence bends reality. His weight is immeasurable—not in mass, but in the fundamental way existence reacts to him.
The Earth holds the Moon. The Sun holds an entire Solar System. But when he is present, suns, universes, and galaxies revolve around him. A Weapon That Can Crush Existence
He wields chains—but not mere metal chains. They are fragments of collapsed worlds, condensed into weapons so dense that a single fragment could crush a universe.
He does not throw them; he lets existence drag itself toward them. A single swing can alter the orbit of celestial bodies. When he slams his chains upon reality, they do not break—reality does.
Even more terrifying is his ultimate technique—
The Black Hole's Forge
He does not simply wield destruction—he creates it.
By colliding two suns together, he forms a black hole. Using his gravity control, he compresses the singularity into a contained weapon. A black hole, small enough to wield—yet dense enough to erase anything it touches.
He is beyond strength.He is beyond heaviness.He is a living celestial force.
A Legend Waiting to Be Written
This is just one idea. A story that could be written—a legend waiting to be told.
If someone dares to write it… what will they make of it?