In an era shrouded in destruction, suffering spread in every corner of the world. Bloodshed occurred everywhere, claiming thousands of lives endlessly. The screams of humans echoed like an endless song of death. However, in the midst of that darkness, in the ruins of the last kingdom of mankind, a child was born who would one day bring peace and become a light of hope: Zeiron De Xavier.
The world had been destroyed.
Buildings collapsed, the sky faded into a dark red, and the land turned black, as if cursed by an evil force. That era was known as the Age of Destruction, a time of darkness born from the actions of a heretical organization called Dark Viora.
Amid the sea of blood and the ruins of civilization, the baby was born—without crying. He only stared at the sky with clear eyes, as if he already understood the suffering that had been passed on to him since birth.
"This child is not just a reincarnation... he is the key,"said the kingdom's seer, moments before dying at the hands of Dark Viora's forces.
Zeiron grew up in a world full of fear and pressure.At the age of 4: he could lift royal buildings with just one hand.At the age of 6: he destroyed a mountain with a single finger snap.At the age of 10: he secretly saved an entire city from destruction—using a mysterious power he didn't even understand.And at the age of 13, he was crowned the youngest king in the history of his kingdom.
The kingdom called him "The Child of Destiny."Dark Viora called him "The Threat."Mankind called him "The Rejector of Darkness."
But Zeiron knew one thing:
"I never asked for all of this..."
When the world forced him to become a savior, one question kept haunting him:
"Why do I feel... as if I have lived before?"
When the Dark Viora army destroyed all the kingdoms and claimed to have found the last king of mankind, Zeiron had no choice. He lifted the Hero's Sword—an ancient weapon passed down from generation to generation—and stood before thousands of enemies. For the first time, his left eye glowed brightly… a shining violet.
And at that moment, something inside him awakened.
Not power.
But… memory.
A memory of something he had never experienced in this life.
Zeiron slashed his enemies with a single swing, stopping the entire army in an instant. Then, a voice echoed from within the Hero's Sword:
"Are you... the next king?"
Zeiron looked at it and answered firmly:
"Yes. I am the next king."
The sword shone brightly, emitting golden light that enveloped Zeiron's body. A writing appeared in the air:
"Do you want the power of the king?"(Choice: Yes / No)
Zeiron, without hesitation, touched the "Yes" option.
Suddenly, the sword pierced his chest, straight into his heart. But it did not hurt—instead, it fused. The Power of the King began to flow swiftly, enveloping every cell in Zeiron's body, transforming him… into something far greater than an ordinary human.
And at that moment… a new history truly began.