Chapter 1. Hypnos.

In a big white world, a flickering figure squirmed and bowed as if there was a strong wind.

When looking closely, it was possible to see a small white flame that resembled a bright ray of sunlight.

In an almost indescribable time, the flame in a long shaky dance was molded into a figure.

Hair golden as a burning sun that descended wildly from head to shoulders, even wild thorns invaded the area of ​​his empty purple eyes.

His milk-white skin was flawless and his muscles were shaped and sculpted like a precious stone.

Shortly after the long process of creation, the world seemed to have moved again.

The white flames that molded themselves into their own human figure after a long time entered the middle of the figure's forehead.

And just after that, the figure disappeared in a sparkling mist.

...…

It was a cold night, the dark sky was dotted with countless snowflakes that floated ethereal, without any influence of gusts of wind.

When a woman dressed as a nun was about to lock the doors of the Silver Bell orphanage, she could hear a slight groan coming from the other side of the closed door.

Without even thinking, she quickly opened the cold, squeaky doors.

Right on the floor, a small cradle covered with a heavy, immaculate white blanket.

Frowning, she removed the cloth slightly and saw what she expected.

It was a small baby that shivered a little due to the freezing cold.

Her golden-colored purple eyes sparkled when they met the nun's own eyes.

"How much sin. Leaving a poor child in the cold snow. They could have waited for dawn and done it right!" The nun murmured with a face irritated by the irresponsibility of the child's parents.

With the crib in her hands, she distracted herself with anger, smiling at the baby's beautiful face.

Before closing the gates and returning the child to the orphanage, she noticed a small piece of paper in the child's hand. After careful removal, an exotic name that I had never heard of was elegantly written.

Hypnos von Austräs Vermillion. 1 month old.

"Such a chic name, it's almost like that of a nobleman!" The maid had a peak of excitement, as she was fanatical about classical romanticism.

While everything was happening, no one could imagine a confused situation that existed in another consciousness.

"It really worked !? When Hécate told me it was going to be a turbulent path, I didn't expect it to be that way." He thought bitterly as he remembered the short conversation before the great battle of the end times.

At that time, Hecate had instructed him to safeguard a risky alternative to escape if everything went wrong. He had still informed him that his ways would be tortuous if he tried.

As soon as he was terribly wounded by other mythical gods and beasts, Hypnos huddled under an ancient oak tree that existed in those lands.

With blood dripping from his wounds, he renounced much of his own divinity in exchange for a desire for destiny.

And his simple desire was only to save this chaotic situation to which he belonged at the time.

And so it was done, even if it didn't work out the way I thought.

He remembers his body burning in white flames that didn't really hurt his body.

When he realized, he was in the place he dubbed "The Great White" in exchange for much of his power. Throughout the ages of loneliness, Hypnos has given up much of his time to return to his former body.

But nothing worked. So he took the only alternative to recreate his own body. He didn't change anything because he liked the look. There was even a myth that, if the position of God of Beauty was not already occupied, he would certainly be the new personification.

After countless millennia, he finally rebuilt his body. Contrary to what mortals thought, it was terribly difficult to create something out of nothing. Only primordial beings of immense power could accomplish this feat, even though Hypnos broke the legend.

Soon after dwelling in his body again, he used the rest of his divine power to forcibly enter the reincarnation circle.

He wouldn't lie if he forced his destiny a little by falling into a higher circle on the wheel of fortune.

After waiting and waiting, here he was.

With the recent assimilation of his spirit and the devastation he left in his divine core, he really only woke up at that opportune moment.

He just vaguely remembered his condition before he got there.

As he had created his own being, he had not really been born of a mortal, in fact it seemed that his own existence had made some changes in the place.

He does not remember having adopted the name Austräs Vermillion. Even so, it seemed that he adopted some peculiarities in his genetics.

Simply put. The universe had forced him to adopt strange genetics that he was not familiar with.

He could not complain, since he had enforced a supreme law that was reincarnation.

Hypnos sighed mentally and hoped it was at least a decent world.

He still felt a slight distaste for the misery that humanity had reached its birthplace. He did his best to guide them, but with their wicked hearts they destroyed what was presented to them out of kindness.

Hypnos followed the whole process of his adoption at the orphanage, before he was satisfied and fell asleep.

After all, he was skeptical about the existence of free goodness in most of humanity. He mentally apologized when he noticed the nun's true dedication and kindness.