Chapter 1: The Tale of the Hanma Blood

 Hanma, the most feared name since the beginning of time, belonging to a lineage born of chaos. As the universe took shape, laws converged to form the fabric of existence. Chaos, in its rawest form, gave birth to beings of unimaginable power, destined to thrive in turmoil. Hanma, a name synonymous with destruction, was given to those beings created by chaos to spread chaos. Their unmatched combat prowess, strength, resilience, and life force made them legendary. Whenever a Hanma appeared, battles turned, and fields were left strewn with bodies, the ground soaked in blood.

Once abundant, the Hanma now teetered on the brink of extinction, hunted by forces that combined to balance the scales of power. Despite their strength, their pride and arrogance led them to fight alone, sealing their fate. In a desperate bid to preserve the few remaining Hanma, chaos struck a truce with their enemies, a temporary balance that could not last forever as everything withers given enough time.

"I shall use the power bestowed upon me to send this child to Universe 69 as you command," declared a man who looked no older than thirty. His long red hair and towering 6'2" frame, with muscles that would shame modern bodybuilders, exuded an intimidating presence.

Holding a newborn child in front of an altar resembling a demonic face, emitting an ominous aura. The aura vanished, leaving the altar lifeless, as if nothing had happened. Turning, the man gripped the air, tearing a rift in reality. He gazed at the child, whose eyes remained closed.

"Go and restore the Hanma Heritage. Show them why we were feared so long ago," he said, throwing the child through the tear and sealing it shut.

After staring at where the rift was for a few moments the man started walking without goal.

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In the Dimensional Gap, a dragon of colossal size, covered in gleaming red scales, noticed the tear. Great Red, the dragon among dragons, watched as the child emerged. The child's dark red irises opened, glowing with a curious light, as he giggled and reached out towards the dragon.

What surprised Great Red was how the child could remain unharmed. It should be known that because of the volatile energy of the Dimensional Gap and the many dangers it harbored, very few could travel freely without help or the immense power possessed by Great Red himself.

Staring at the child for a long while, Great Red quickly noticed something intriguing about the child, prompting him to contemplate his next move. Finally, he made his decision.

"Pure chaos," Great Red mused, his voice resonating through the void. "Perhaps you will be the key to saving this universe."

The dragon's eyes glowed with ancient wisdom as he addressed the child directly. "You possess a sentience unexpected for a human child. Hear me."

"I am known as Great Red, the Apocalypse Dragon, but my true name is Dædanberkaluokinedes Gransbuldoa Avindragan. Remember this name. I place my hopes in you for a better future. I look forward to meeting you again, perhaps when you are able to put up a worthy fight."

With a final, thoughtful look, Great Red created a tear, sending the child through. The child started to throw a tantrum, as if his favorite toy were being taken away from him. As the cries of the child faded into the distance, Great Red resumed his wandering, his immense form moving through the chaotic space as if nothing had happened.