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A long time ago, a great disturbance has entered the universal border. It terrorized countless worlds, spreading death and chaos wherever it crosses. The disturbance was named “The Great Disaster-- Avarice”. A greedy being that swallows everything in its path.
The deity-- “The One Who Watches From Above” -- was incredibly alarmed. They didn’t know where this disaster terrorizing its creations came from. They knew that they needed to get rid of the disaster or everything they have done so far, everything they created would all be in vain. But as a deity that lived for eons, they have their own duties and doctrine that are needed to be followed, and one of them is…
“Never interfere with the Flow of the World”
Disobeying the doctrine and abandoning all duties will result in ‘Incarceration’ or ‘Expatriation’.
“We are born to create, not destroy”
The one above didn’t know what to do. They want to destroy Avarice, but didn’t want to disobey the doctrine. They went on to seek for answers that could stop the threat that is growing stronger as the time passes by. Until, they finally thought of a solution.
The one above searched far and beyond. Scoured every places- worlds, dimensions- just to look for an ideal ‘vessel’. If they couldn’t destroy the being themselves, they’ll create one to repel it. They granted ‘blessings’ to anyone-- children, adults, teens, the aged-- anyone and everyone was given a ‘blessing’.
However, it didn’t even take days before all of those humans, granted with ‘blessings’, to break. Some of those mortals imploded, others went insane. The mortals couldn’t contain all the power surging in their body. Like a pitcher pouring its entire content onto a small cup.
The one above was in disbelief. They failed, all of those mortals did.
The one above was just about to search for another alternative, when it saw something…..
A human…. alone in a desolate land. No signs of life in the vicinity and no hope visible anywhere.
It was one of the worlds that Avarice ate. It seems as though it survived. Well, not for long. The world itself is collapsing, it’s running out of time. The one above watches as the male human struggles, waiting for his demise as he persistently looked for something. Anything that could give him his final salvation.
But… miracles don’t just come so suddenly. No matter what he do, nothing would work in this dreaded world. The one above felt pity on the mans condition. The one above thought that they ought to give the man a sliver of chance.
The one above granted the poor mortal the ‘blessings’.
The man was confused at first on what these sudden power surging in his body are. He was scared, thinking that these were harmful effects from the disaster that swallowed his world. Overtime, he have learned to use it. He first used it just to defend himself. Eventually, he started to attack the disasters ‘Remnants’. Then, he was able to travel from world to world.
The one above was amazed at the humans progress. He was able to surpass the normal human limitations. It thought that being influenced by the disaster might have contributed well to it.
But, despite encompassing those limitations…..
‘A mortal…..
….. will always be a mortal.’