The Strongest God? That Sounds Boring
Maximus Void once ruled over everything.
From the First Realm of mortals to the Ninth Realm of gods, his name inspired awe and fear in equal measure. His journey to the pinnacle of power was one of relentless ambition.
He conquered nations, tamed beasts, and shattered the limits of magic itself. With every battle fought and every foe bested, he climbed higher.
By the time he reached the summit of the Nine Realms, there was no question—he was the strongest being to ever exist.
Yet, as Maximus gazed across the infinite landscape of the Ninth Realm, with its skies of eternal twilight and seas of liquid stars, he found no joy in it.
There was nothing left to conquer.
The thrill that had driven him for centuries, the fire that had burned within his soul, had long since dimmed.
Where once there was excitement in facing the unknown, there now remained only the dull certainty of victory. His powers were so absolute that even the gods of old, those once feared and revered, became mere shadows in his presence.
He had solved the mysteries of the cosmos, transcended the limits of creation, and now all that stretched before him was a life without challenge.
“I've become... a prisoner of my own strength.”
"This is... no life."
The solution was simple, though the consequences were severe. He would erase his memories, sealed his power and scattered it across the realms.
Not all of them—he needed to leave behind a single spark, something to drive him forward. He would remember his desire for adventure, his longing for a challenge, but nothing else.
His godhood, his victories, his powers, and his title as the strongest being would all be sealed away within his mind, locked behind the scattered fragments of his power.
"I want to enjoy the journey again."
It was the only thing that mattered.
