Nameless King

Everyone who reached at least the First Chronicle could create their own void if they passed a test before doing so. However, this was only possible because of the nearly infinite energy of the World of Darkness, as it took energy to create barriers, spatial zones, elements, and territories.

The Void Owners just maintained and increased their zones by infusing them with their soul energy, but without the World of Darkness, this would have been impossible, or rather practically impossible.

Nameless King was the first to reach the Transcendence Stage, which meant he was even higher than the gods. Those on the God Stage were highly dependent on the faith of their followers, while the Nameless King and the Progenitors of Races were completely independent.

Their power depended only on them, as well as energy, so the energy from Nameless King's Soul could survive in empty space, it was the only exception to the rule.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space trembled violently as new worlds emerged from the two spheres before Wain's eyes. They were completely covered by a barrier of dark matter that completely shielded them from outside influence as well as from the energy of the universe.

"What the fuck...? Nameless King was able to create worlds before he died?" Wain muttered with a shocked look while his lips trembled and goosebumps ran down his body.

Wain was infinitely away from the two worlds, so he couldn't see them properly, but some places looked pretty familiar to him until he finally realized something.

"No way..." Wain trembled as if he'd seen a ghost, "That's impossible... That's... Overion! It appeared at once!"

Whoooooooooooooooooosh.

As soon as Wain exclaimed his consciousness drifted down, following Nameless King who was completely covered in thick darkness like a comet.

"Two worlds..." Wain muttered as an image of Alice's appeared in his mind. Her world had no energy, and she only got it after merging the worlds, "Fuck... If Nameless King was the one who created Gael's world and Alice's world then everything falls into place... So my world was last, right?"

Wain had been trying for a long time to find answers to his questions, one of which was the nature of their worlds. He knew that neither Gael's world, Alice's world, nor his world originally had energy. It all happened after some disaster that was actually the entrance of energy into their worlds, but Wain didn't understand that at the time.

'Fine, now I see... The Nameless King decided to give his energy to someone this way and somehow I was the perfect candidate. Well, let's see how he created my world that ended up being completely destroyed...' Wain muttered inwardly with a sad look as his face darkened.

He hated to realize that he was, in fact, just the last plan of someone truly great.

'If Nameless King hadn't been in such a desperate situation, I simply wouldn't have existed... No, not just me. Gael, Eva, Alice, Zero, and the others... We all only appeared because the Nameless King had no other choice.' Wain bit his lip to blood with a frown as his pupils narrowed in anger.

At the same time, the comet exploded as the creation of the last world that contained a fraction of Nameless King's power began.

Wain watched it with mixed emotions as he could not understand whether he should be grateful to the Nameless King for allowing him to be born, or on the contrary hate him?ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.net

'Agh... Well, no one really controlled me anyway. He was doing his best, I just happened to get his power. Isn't that called fate?' Wain wondered while intently watching the creation of his world.

The worlds didn't start from ancient times as they were already filled with cities and lots of people who just appeared out of nowhere as it only took a small amount of energy to create them. Everything was just pretty old, about a few hundred years before the advent of electricity and the Wain's birth.

"Well, well, that's it..." The Nameless King muttered in exhaustion while his dark silhouette split into small wisps of darkness until he finally fell into a lake at the edge of one city, disappearing completely.

The lake went black until after a while it returned to its former appearance, but the previously clear water was still muddy as a swamp.

"Agh... Everyone said Nameless King died during the Great War, but I seem to be the only one besides Abyss Artist who knows the truth now... It was impressive, but also so damn sad..." Wain uttered before flying forward.

The flashback wasn't over yet, so Wain decided to watch his world unfold. It was as if everything was happening in fast motion as gradually the cities and the appearance of the people approached the standard of the time in which he lived.

'When will this finally happen...?' Wain muttered to himself as he stopped. He felt like he was waiting for something, but he didn't know what.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Suddenly the lake in which Nameless King died trembled as a silhouette started to emerge from the water, but it was not Nameless King as the silhouette was very low like a kid.

Wain's eyes went wide, only then he realized that his first memory was of being wet and cold walking out of the water and heading straight toward the slums. The same thing this kid was doing with a lost look in his eyes.

Wain thought he would now look at his life, but suddenly the kid was looking right at him. It was a thin boy with thick black hair and green eyes that were unnaturally deep for his age. Their eyes met as a shiver ran through Wain's body and his pupils narrowed.

"This moment has finally arrived... I've had to wait a long time, but now I'm finally here..." A majesty voice rang out, however, the one who spoke was not the boy but Wain, whose gaze was suddenly like the ruler of the world while millions of memory fragments filled his mind.

At the same time, a pillar of dark energy burst from the top of the shining tree, shaking the heavens as well as the earth.