In the vast and silent space, a blue planet slowly spun in the middle of darkness. Unbeknownst to humanity, an eye watched Earth from within a spaceship heading toward the God Mansion. A man stood in front of a hologram displaying the planet.

  His figure was small yet firm, with blazing red hair streaked with golden lightning patterns. His eyes sparkled like stars, full of wisdom and vigilance.

  He was Veole, The Ouranos God, an existence responsible for maintaining the balance of the universe. He stood amid countless lifeless bodies.

  With a slow motion, he closed the hologram in front of him. The air around him trembled, a sign of an uninvited guest’s arrival. Veole sighed and turned around.

  "Astro Invaders, again and again. Facing you guys one by one is so tiring, you know," he said in a goofy tone.

  From the shadows, a large figure stepped forward. His eyes glowed red behind a dark mask that covered his face. He chuckled before speaking, his voice deep and rumbling.

  "Don’t compare me, the strong one, with that weak group. It pisses me off!!"

  Veole smirked in annoyance, "Strong? Don’t make me laugh. You all look weak in my eyes. So basically, you’re all the same," his face turned arrogant and irritated.

  Veole snapped his fingers, releasing a chilling orange Aura Rene. "Let me show you what true power is," he said arrogantly. He unleashed his energy, sending purple Rene slashes in every direction.

  The slash vertically split the man who had just arrived, slicing him in two, his body falling, drenched in blood.

  Veole smirked smugly, "Hah, pathetic creature," he muttered confidently.

  Veole sensed that something terrible was about to happen. He detected a Ren in the surroundings. His eyes widened; the power approaching was beyond comprehension—even greater than his own. Yet, it felt strangely familiar.

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  A large shadow emerged from a dark portal, lifting both hands with a wide grin. "Yo, Veole, you’re still a shrimp like last time, huh?" he mocked. Then added, "This might be sudden, but I’d like to ask for the God Core’s. May I?" his face a little sly.

  Veole took a fighting stance, readying himself for battle, "That mouth of yours still runs wild, huh, after you betrayed our dojo, Fetora??" he shouted emotionally.

  Fetora looked slightly guilty, scratching his cheek with a silly smile, "Come on, Veole. Let the past stay in the past. This is for your own good too," he said, more seriously.

  Veole intensified his Ren, "Why would I entrust the Universe’s sacred relic to you? Who knows what shady thing you’ll do with it. I don’t care if it’s for my sake. You’ve gone too far since becoming strong after your journey," Veole growled angrily.

  "Is that so? That’s disappointing. In that case… just die." Fetora's face turned regretful, his thoughts chaotic.

  Suddenly, dark purple light enveloped the room. Veole raised his hand, ready to fight.

  But before he could act, something invisible severed his right arm. Thick red blood flowed, drifting in the zero-gravity air.

  Veole winced, but his expression remained calm.

  "This is the price for going against me. Even if you are the Ouranos God… it turns out that title means nothing," Fetora muttered coldly.

  Veole gasped for breath, struggling with all his might to stay on his feet.

  He was spent. "I guess... it’s time to pass on the god’s power… the God Core’s," he said. Knowing this was the end of his journey, he wouldn't let the God Core’s fall into anyone’s hands but the rightful one. With the last of his strength, he raised his left hand and tossed the God Core’s into a dimensional vortex.

  A blinding light tore through the skies, forming a path that stretched infinitely.

  "The God Core’s... I’ve hidden it along with my treasure... on a planet far, far away!" Veole cried out with certainty.

  Fetora growled. In his fury, he lifted a Void Cube, a dimensional prison said to erase the history of anything consumed by it.

  With one swift motion, Veole’s body was sucked into the cube, trapped in eternal darkness.

  The demon-race man who had been sliced earlier regenerated, amazed by the scene. He gulped, then murmured, "No wonder you’re called Fetora… The Universal Dark Sovereign."

  Fetora looked at him with disdain and walked past without care.

  “Is Veole… really… d-dead?” the man stuttered, voice trembling.

  Fetora gave a slight smile. "Of course," he answered, "But unfortunately, the God Core’s is now drifting at the edge of the universe."

  But that wasn't the whole truth. Veole wasn't dead. He was merely sealed within the Void Cube, his body locked, and his Ren being used to track the God Core’s.

  Meanwhile, on Planet Earth…

  In a modest house deep in the forest, a giant computer with a holographic screen suddenly lit up. A mechanical sound was heard, like the heartbeat of something just awakened.

  Beneath the computer, a small baby slept peacefully in an old wooden crib.

  Suddenly, a golden orb of light shot down from the sky, passing through the roof without causing damage.

  The light enveloped the baby's body, lifting him slowly into the air. His skin glowed with a soft orange hue, while the air around him vibrated, as if reality itself responded to his presence.

  The large computer beeped. Its voice was monotone, yet filled with meaning.

  "Master Veole… It seems the time has come."

  The baby gently returned to his crib, his eyes opening slightly before drifting back to sleep. The world had no idea that within this tiny body lay the power to change everything—the God Core’s.

  "Young Master Hiba, you may one day bring calamity to this planet. Therefore, my duty is to guide you to be a good child, and not cause trouble," the voice of G-Wise softened, like a mother's whisper.

  Hiba Zuichi, this baby, would begin a journey filled with action, epic fights, drama, and love.

  -To be continued-