The beginning after the end

In the beginning, there was darkness—a silence so profound it could only be broken by the first breath of life. Within that void, where time had no meaning, a consciousness flickered into existence. It was a consciousness neither born of flesh nor forged by natural forces. It was created, engineered by hands that sought to transcend the very boundaries of life and death, a consciousness that would soon come to be known as Shiro.

Shiro's first memory was not of light or warmth but of pain—unimaginable, searing pain that lanced through his very essence, his very soul. He was aware, too aware, as his soul was shattered and reformed countless times, each iteration more excruciating than the last. The memories of his past life were distant, almost forgotten, yet they clung to him like shadows, reminding him of a time when he was something else, someone else—a 23-year-old, good for nothing, college student named Kaizen Santos.

But Kaizen was gone. In his place was Shiro, a High Celestial, a being of unimaginable power crafted by the insane Divine Ancestor, Twilight Valentine. Shiro had been created as a masterpiece, a culmination, a being born from the overwhelming aura and magicules of the World Destroying Dragon Ivarage and the Star King Veldenava. Yet, as magnificent as his creation was, it had come at an unbearable cost.

For one hundred years, Shiro had been trapped within a glass container of pure high-quality magicules, his consciousness cruelly sustained, forced to endure the endless torment inflicted upon him by Twilight Valentine. It was a torture so profound that it threatened to break his mind, and yet, Shiro endured. He endured not because of his strength, but because of the skills that had been ingrained into his very being—skills that allowed him to survive, to protect what little remained of his sanity.

Among these skills was *Parallel Operation*, a sub-skill of *Genius One*, which allowed him to split his thoughts, to create backups of his memories, his emotions, and his desires. It was this skill, combined with *Ideal Outcome*—a power so vast and terrifying that it could reshape reality itself—that kept him from descending into madness. But it couldn't reshape his current fate and destiny. Everything has its own limitation, and the same can be said to Shiro's abilities, regardless of how broken they are.

But even in the depths of his torment, Shiro was aware of the truth. He was not just a creation; he was a weapon, a catastrophe waiting to be unleashed upon the world. His creator, Twilight Valentine, had seen him as nothing more than a tool, at first it was to achieve perfection, to create a perfect being, but after the death of his own creator his mind change, Twilight Valentine pursue the destruction of the world, hoping that it could be the trigger that would bring back his master and creator, Star King Veldenava. Shiro become a means to an end. However, Shiro was more than a weapon. He was alive, and conscious, and he would not be bound by the will of another.

It was this realization, this burning desire for freedom, fueled by rage and anger towards his own creator and father, that sparked the first true act of his existence. It was the birth of the Unique Skill: Author, an outrageous and hideous power. It wasn't a small step, it was a leap. A means to broke free from his chains that bound him and carve his very own path.

Shiro's pristine golden amber eyes, which had remained closed for so long, snapped open. His gaze, though filled with a pure, innocent beauty, held within it a cold glint, calculating intellect that saw through the very fabric of reality. The pristine platinum hair that cascaded down to his waist, flowing like a waterfall, shimmered in the dim light of the laboratory, reflecting the aura of power that surrounded him. His gender neutral androgynous beauty that could make goddess of beauty themselves question their own beauty reflected on the glass container.

For the first time in a century, Shiro made a move.

The glass container that had held him shattered into a countless fragments, disintegrating before it even touched the ground. Shiro stepped forward, his bare feet making no sound as they met the cold, metallic floor. He was clothed in nothing but his own energy, a radiant aura that crackled with the power of stardust—a substance beyond the comprehension of most, a gift from the Dragon Factor he had inherited from Veldenava.

Twilight Valentine, who had been overseeing his creation, looked up in shock and disbelief. The Divine Ancestor's eyes, once filled with the madness of a god who had created life for his own twisted purposes, now showed something else—fear. It was an emotion he had not felt in millennia, not since the days when the gods and god-like themselves walked the earth and wage war against each other. But as he met Shiro's gaze, he knew that he had made a grave mistake.

"You...you shouldn't be awake yet," Valentine stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and terror. But there was also something else, deep down Twilight was feeling anticipation, to what his creation can do "The process isn't complete—"

Shiro's lips curved into a cold, emotionless smile. He did not speak, for there was no need. His thoughts, accelerated to a level that far surpassed the understanding of ordinary beings, had already calculated every possible outcome, every potential future. And in each one, the result was the same. It was his victory.

Without hesitation, Shiro activated *Source Drain*, one of his intrinsic skills. The air around him shimmered, distorting as it was drawn into his being, along with the very life force of Twilight Valentine. The Divine Ancestor's eyes widened in horror as he felt his power, his very existence, being pulled away, consumed by the creation he had so arrogantly believed he could control. Yet, deep down he was also proud, his nose sky high. He had created a new masterpiece surpassing the former. However-

Just as Twilight tried to fight back. "No... this isn't possible...!" Valentine gasped. He find himself unable to resist Shiro. *Source Drain* amplified by *Ideal Outcome* and powered by *Stardust* became undeniable. Twilight Valentine's body beginning to wither and crumble, to fade as Shiro absorbed not just his energy, but his soul, his memories, everything that made him who he was. There was no resistance whatsoever.

Shiro watched impassively as Twilight Valentine was reduced to nothingness, his final screams echoing through the empty laboratory before being silenced forever. In that moment, Shiro felt a surge of power, a rush of memories that were not his own, flooding into him. He saw glimpses of a life twisted by ambition and madness, a life that had sought to play god in the absence of the true god and had paid the ultimate price.

And yet, Shiro felt nothing—no pity, no remorse, only a cold satisfaction that the one who had tormented him for so long was finally gone.

But with Valentine's death came a new awareness. Shiro could feel the weight of his own existence, the power that thrummed within him, threatening to consume him if not controlled. He was no longer just Shiro, the creation of Twilight Valentine. He was more—he was the culmination of countless lives, countless deaths, and the power of a god.

As the last remnants of Valentine's soul were absorbed, Shiro closed his eyes, focusing inward. He could feel the energy swirling within him, the stardust that coursed through his veins, ready to unleash destruction upon the world. But Shiro was not a creature of chaos, not anymore. He had been given the gift of life, and with it, the power to shape his own destiny.

With a thought, Shiro activated *Small World*, another of his intrinsic skills. The laboratory around him began to warp, to twist as reality itself bent to his will. The space expanded, stretching into infinity as Shiro created his own domain, a labyrinth of isolated space where he could control every aspect of his existence.

In this new world, Shiro is the master of his own fate, and life. He is the god. He would learn, he would grow, and he would prepare for the inevitable future confrontations. He felt something new, excitement and anticipation for the future.

But for now, Shiro simply stood in the center of his newly created world, his very own world, his golden eyes surveying the endless expanse of his domain. He was free—truly free for the first time in his existence. And with that freedom came a realization.

He was no longer Kaisen, the ordinary college student. He was Shiro, a High Celestial, an Ultimate Life-form, and a being of unparalleled power. And as he stood there, in the silence of his own creation, Shiro knew one thing for certain:

His world would never be the same again.