Re:World - From Ruins to Realm
It began without warning. No prophecy, no omen—only silence.
The world carried on in its daily rhythm, unaware that the stars above had already begun to fall. One by one, they rained down like divine spears, tearing through sky and soil, obliterating cities, oceans, and every breath of life in an instant. Earth perished—not with a whisper, but with a cataclysmic end. Humanity was erased. Then, the cosmos followed. Worlds collapsed like dominos, and ancient black holes—long thought eternal—folded into one another and burst. Reality itself cracked, and in the void that followed, time stood still. All creation faded to black.
But from the silence came a thunder. A single, impossible boom shattered the stillness. A new universe was born—violent, beautiful, and alive. From its heart spun countless galaxies, and within one, a world not unlike Earth emerged. Yet this world was stranger, wilder. Seven vast continents stretched across its surface, where green fields met crimson skies, and at the world’s center rose Thronemount Eternis, a godlike peak piercing into a continent hidden in the clouds. Life took form again, but it was changed. Beasts of unnatural shape roamed the forests, the skies, and the seas. Trees whispered in forgotten tongues. Magic breathed where science once reigned.
And then, humanity returned. But not all.
Only half of Earth’s former population reawakened—naked, breathless, and beneath alien skies. They remembered death. Now they stood in a world where the laws of nature had shifted. Some still looked human. Others did not. Scales, tails, gills, wings, fangs, and pointed ears marked the new races: dwarves, elves, beasts, demons, and beings no myth had ever told. Memories of Earth remained, but their talents, knowledge, and purpose had been stripped away. Confusion gave way to survival. Kingdoms rose from the soil, even beneath the ocean, and the remnants of mankind discovered magic—wielding power beyond any comprehension.
Yet, amid this rebirth, one man did not return as the others did.
When the old world ended, he touched something beyond existence—a primordial force known only as Infinity. It fused with his soul, binding him to time itself. He became immortal. Ageless. Fated to witness the endless unfolding of this new world’s history. To see civilizations rise and fall. To watch gods ascend and empires crumble.
He remembers Earth. He remembers the fall. And now, he carries the burden of eternity.
In this world reborn from ruin, the last remnants of mankind begin again—not as who they were, but as who they must become.
And he will remember it all.
