Chapter 1: Sayru and Mi Min
⟦The War of the Gods... who hasn't heard of it?⟧
Some read about it in ancient histories, others heard it as bedtime myths.
A legend dangling between doubt and faith.
Did it truly happen? When? Where? And how did it end?
No one knows.
But the answer… is coming.
Before we reach it, let us start elsewhere—
With someone else.
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[·The Blue World· Year 2082]
The sky was sealed shut with thick grey clouds.
Rain fell endlessly, lacing the air with a chill not of winter—
but of emptiness.
"Rin rin… Rin rin…"
The alarm buzzed from a phone beside the bed. It was 7:00 AM.
"…Annoying."
A muffled groan escaped his lips—
not the voice of a man in his twenties, but of a soul far older,
too tired to care.
He was Sayru.
A young man of twenty-four with pitch-black eyes void of any spark,
dyed grey hair, and a frail body that looked more burdened by time
than by hunger.
"Today… is my last day at university."
He muttered it like a fact,
his eyes lingering on the phone screen without truly seeing.
Then, instinctively, he snapped his fingers.
Curtains opened.
The TV powered on.
Lights turned off.
"I'll grab my certificate… then sleep.
It's not like anything's waiting for me anyway."
His gaze shifted to an old family photo on the table—
four people, smiling.
The boy in the frame looked just like him.
He stepped outside, walking through a city of floating cars and glass towers.
Technology greeted every passerby by name.
And yet, the emptiness within him stayed unshaken.
He opened his phone, typing:
⟦What are humans?⟧
A simple question.
And yet, one burdened with profound confusion.
He entered the university building quietly.
No greetings.
A few glanced his way, most ignored him.
He wasn't hated…
But he was never really noticed either.
Minutes passed before three men entered the hall.
One of them, sporting a thick beard, began reading names aloud.
"Feng Xin, 24 years old, top of the class. Congratulations!"
The room echoed with applause.
Sayru?
He sat in silence, expressionless—
or perhaps silently drowning in envy.
Then his turn came.
"Ranking ID 220… Yi Sayru, 24. Come forward."
The voice was flat—more announcement than celebration.
He took his certificate without a word.
Left as he came.
Just a ghost walking through a world that never accepted him.
Back in his small apartment, he tossed the phone aside and collapsed on the bed.
Darkness swallowed him.
His thoughts.
His consciousness.
⟦New notification… New alert…⟧
His phone blinked repeatedly.
But Sayru didn't wake.
Only after nightfall, when the storm had calmed, did his eyes flutter open.
"…Did I sleep long?"
He glanced around slowly.
"I'm starving… Guess I'll cook something."
But then he noticed—
his phone flooded with notifications.
He opened his social app… and froze.
The post he had written earlier?
Thousands had replied.
But strangely, they all said the same thing:
⟦I know the answer, but you must agree to my condition… Do you accept?⟧
"Spam…? Viral prank?"
He scoffed, typing a lazy reply:
"Sure… maybe."
He thought that was the end of it.
He resumed eating, scrolling mindlessly—
until she appeared.
There she stood.
A tiny girl, no taller than a doll,
staring at him with an unsettling seriousness.
"So… you think I'm a scam?"
Her voice was small.
Childlike—
Yet it held an ancient weight.
Her hair was sky-blue.
Her eyes, gold.
She was not from this world.
Nor any dream of his.
"Wh-who are you?!"
Sayru gasped.
"I'm the one who left the comment.
And that…"
She pointed to the wall.
A dimensional rift tore open behind her.
"My name is Mi Min.
And I'm here to take you to another world."
She smiled—
as if inviting him on a simple trip.
"Wait—what?! Another world?!"
Sayru was panicking,
but deep within his lonely chest,
his heart was beating fast.
Too fast.
"You asked for the answer, didn't you?
Then come.
Follow me."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the rift.
"W-Wait! Dimensional rift? Little girl? OTHER WOOOOOORLD?!!!"
He screamed as light consumed him.
Then—
nothing.
He fainted.
Mi Min stood over his unconscious body, her expression unreadable.
"Idiot…
Can't even survive the first transfer.
Am I really doing the right thing…?"
She sighed, then turned toward the dimensional gate.
"But it's fine.
Everything will become clear…
after the first spiritual awakening."
She stepped forward—
and vanished.
And so,
the story began.