Prologue The world was ending Again.
Cities hung in the air like broken islands, crumbling into a black sea below. The horizon was aflame, its glow painting the clouds a violent crimson. The air shimmered with cracks — not in the sky, but in reality itself — each one leaking rivers of raw mana that burned everything they touched.
And in the center of it all, one man stood.
Leon Veyra’s boots rested on a jagged platform of stone, floating miles above what used to be the ground. Around him, the corpses of giants, angels, and twisted beasts drifted in the void like debris after a storm.
They had all come to kill him.
They had all failed.
> [Mana: 2,084,300 / 1,000,000 — Overflow at 999%.]
[Instability: Irrelevant.]
Power swirled around him in impossible density, bending the space it touched. Chunks of stone and steel orbited him like moons, drawn into his gravitational pull. His presence was a storm, and everything caught in it was slowly torn apart.
A voice rolled across the battlefield, shaking what remained of the world.
“Veyra. This is your last warning. Surrender the Overflow, or all creation will collapse.”
The speaker descended from the largest rift — a being half angel, half machine. Golden wings stretched into infinity, each feather a blade. Its face was a smooth mask of light, and its voice carried the weight of judgment.
Leon looked up at it, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
With a flick of his wrist, the sky fractured again. Not like glass — like something alive being torn apart. From the wound poured torrents of mana so dense the air screamed. Every enemy still standing staggered under its weight, their own powers sputtering out.
> [Skill Activated: Worldrend Cascade.]
[Effect: Drain all mana in the region. Return ×10 to user.]
Numbers erupted across his interface, surging upward without pause. The golden figure tensed, its mechanical wings flaring wide.
“This will destroy even you.”
Leon stepped forward, each movement distorting the space around him. “I stopped worrying about that a long time ago.”
He vanished.
The next instant, he was behind the golden giant, Voidfang Dagger in hand. The blade did not shine — it devoured light. It was a wound in the shape of a weapon, drinking in everything it touched.
One strike.
The battlefield went silent. Then the heavens above screamed as another rift tore open, wider than the sky itself. Everything bled into white.
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One month earlier…
The hum of Leon’s refrigerator was the loudest sound in his cramped apartment.
He sat at the table, staring at a half-burnt piece of toast. Rent was late again. His phone lit with another ignored call.
It was just another miserable day.
Until the sky cracked.
