Prologue...

A man hovers alone in space. He has a lean and chiseled body and his eyes are black like the abyss. His face is sculpted to perfection with eyebrows as sharp as a sword.

The space around him is filled with cracks that stretch for light years on either side. Any celestial body that was present has already been disintegrated into star-dust, swirling around the man and getting sucked into the cracks of space.

*Sigh*

"I am still to weak. Even if it is a trap laid by thousand Gods I shouldn't be in such a pathetic situation." The man muttered under his breath. "This weak universe should not be able to hold me back."

"hmm."

"But here I am, on my last leg.I can feel my very essence dissipating."

He can feel the dissipated essence integrating into the universe. It was almost like the universe was feeding off him. Like an interest for all the death and destruction he has caused.

The thousand Gods who laid seige on him are already dead. Their corpses drifting under his feet. Their eyes filled with despair and their bodies show the ravages that were caused by the man's power.

Interestingly the despair in their eyes was not caused by the ridiculous deaths of them all under a single being's hands, but rather due to the unique... attribute possessed by the man's power. Every time he strikes, the victim relives the worst moments of their life in the instant. And he does not kill his victims in one strike, he loves to toy with them until they mentally break and lose the will to live and voluntarily stabs themselves on his blade for the bliss of death.

The man looks down on the corpses." Guess I need to activate my failsafe. Such a drag, I was so close to my goal but i have to start over again."

Invisible tendrils sneak out of his body and drills into the corpses to absorb the energy they have. Sadly the energy of thousand God's corpses is not enough to heal even the smallest crack on his inner world.

He proceeds to cut off a piece of soul and takes out an orb which has "FAILSAFE:RED" etched on it. He uses the energy that has been gathered to fuse the orb to the soul.

Then the soul is given a gentle push away from him. Any unguarded soul that exists on its own is considered the soul of a dead creature and is pulled to the river of reincarnation.

Currently his main body and soul had almost dissipated and all he can do now is stare at the soul that is drifting towards the river of reincarnation.

"Haa, eons of work gone because of these meddlesome Gods. Eons more will it take for the new soul to reach my current level."

"But such is life. Anyway time means nothing to me"

The last part of his main body and soul dissipates as he stares towards the edge of the universe, as if his sight can pierce through the border and see what is there outside.

The man who is titled as Lord Erwin the Devil from the Abyss is officially dead. All worlds in the universe experiences a slight drizzle. It is as if the whole universe is tearing up from joy due to his death.

Unbeknowest to anyone in the universe the new soul has reached the river of reincarnation.