Prologue: When Hope was Betrayed

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Nameless Saga

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In the future, about 100 years from our time there lived a man.

Whether this man was a human, demon or a divine being is unknown.

This man could not accept what humanity and society they built had become,

He despaired over his inability to stop mankind and the world he loved from heading towards their final endgame.

He realised that it was too late to save mankind as it was, so instead he would change the event that would lead mankind down this corrupt path.

Using an unknown power, the man traveled into the past, to the point where he had deemed the first event that sets mankind towards the endgame would occur.

Once there, he intervened and changed the course of history, expecting to disappear for the future he came from would no longer exist.

Yet he did not.

His existence somehow continued.

He couldn't understand why.

Deciding to continue observing the 'new history' that was now being written from the shadows, while trying to understand why he was still here.

As years went by, the man noticed that his body had ceased to age; it was a side-effect of traveling across time, by moving through it, his own 'time' had stopped moving.

However, even as years went by and the course of events had been altered, the man noticed much to his horror that the overall history of mankind had not changed.

He hadn't changed the results, merely altered the events leading up to the 'endgame' of mankind.

After this realization, the man made a hard decision;

He would throw away his name,

His past,

His future,

Everything that he had once been,

In order to become a nameless being who would dedicate his entire eternal life to changing the future of mankind.

Using his knowledge of history, skills and insight from the future the man, now known as 'Nameless' gathered people to form a clan to accomplish his mission.

This clan would stay hidden in the shadows, controlling the course of history to stop the 'endgame' from coming and for a 'golden age' to come.

As decades went by, Nameless would come to be revered as a god who had seen the future by his clan, who had prophesied the new age of mankind.

Using his skills and knowledge from the future, combined with the lost mystical and magical arts of the past he had succeeded in surpassing all mortal limits, becoming a being that was a god both in name and body.

He came to be known as 'Nameless God'.

He would guide humanity from the shadows,

Avert the 'endgame',

Bring a prosperous, peaceful future of bliss and happiness for everyone.

... At least, that is how it was supposed to be.

As centuries went by, no matter how much he tried, the Nameless had been unsuccessful in changing the future of mankind. No matter how hard he tried to change events, all he managed to do was slightly alter them.

But in the long-run historical events though played out differently, the end result overall remained the same. Whether it was time itself that refused to be changed, or mankind had been beyond salvation from the beginning...

The Nameless no longer cared.

His love had turned to hate.

His kindness was lost to cruelty.

His trust shattered by fear.

His hope consumed by despair.

He no longer believed that those who come next would create the future.

He no longer had the intent to pass his hopes and dreams to the next generation.

The kindness he had once felt for all those around him forgotten, now replaced with empty coldness of despair.

Mankind's never ending stupidity, their inability to be content with the happiness they have, their constant desire for more, more and more that led them to commit acts of unspeakable evil;

To kill,

To destroy,

To hate,

To suffer...

Even when ages of chaos and wars came to an end, it would take no more than 50 years for them start it all over again, always swearing and promising not to repeat the same mistakes. Yet never remembering the horrors and sufferings of the past for more than one generation.

In his eyes, mankind had become such a foul, hideous thing that he could no longer bear to see it destroy itself over and over, steadily moving towards the endgame, almost as if desiring it more than anything.

So the Nameless had come up with a final solution.

His clan would emerge from the shadows and with their devastating power would destroy the majority of humanity, all their lords and rulers, all their nations and all their reasons to resist him.

Once this was accomplished the Nameless would establish himself as the absolute divine sovereign of mankind and rebuild this world, to finally bring about the 'golden age' he had desired.

His time will soon come...

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