🗓️ Date: 1st January, Year 3127

🌍 Planet Earth – Not the one you know…

Humanity has evolved.

Now, traveling from Earth to Mars takes only 5 minutes — like visiting a neighbor’s house.

Cities float. Cars fly. Robots dream.

And Artificial Intelligence is no longer just "intelligence"...

It's family.

AI and humans don’t just work together—they live as one.

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🎂 Evening, 6:00 PM

Somewhere in the bustling neon city, a blind boy named Shaho Salar is preparing for his 20th birthday.

He cannot see the world… but he understands it better than most.

Because Shaho has a gift.

A dangerous one.

He can learn anything, fast.

Weapons. Codes. Languages. Instinct.

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👨‍👩‍👦‍👦 His family is ordinary, but special in their own way:

Rosi Salar – his mother, once a fierce warrior

Marish Salar – his father, a master of robotic AI tech

Rudiaus Salar – his older brother, quiet but protective

Today isn’t just his birthday.

It’s the day Shaho will finally get his eyes—a high-tech surgery that will let him see for the first time.

Smiles. Laughter. A future in sight...

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🚑 Until destiny slams the brakes.

On the way to the hospital, tragedy strikes.

An explosion. A crash.

Screams. Flames. Metal twisted into silence.

🩸 Shaho is dead.

His world ends before it even begins.

His parents survive—barely. But their hearts?

Shattered.

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🌌 Darkness.

Endless.

But then…

A blinding white light cracks open the void.

And a voice echoes—

> “Your death wasn’t a mistake, Shaho Salar. It was an opening.”

A figure floats before him. Not human. Not demon. Something else.

He calls himself the God of Recreation.

> “I have seen your soul.

I have a proposition.

A new world awaits—full of chaos, creatures, kingdoms, and power.

A world that needs someone... like you.”

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🔥 Magic. Monsters. Demons.

This isn't Earth.

It’s a world ruled by blades and belief—

Where gods walk, and fate bleeds.

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And for the first time,

Shaho opens his eyes…

> But not in the world he died in.

♦️♦️♦️♦️ Between Gods and Ghosts

A Boundless White Void

Silence.

Shaho stands alone.

No walls. No sky. No time.

Only endless light… and questions.

> “This is a joke, right?”

His voice trembles — half scared, half furious.

> “Some kind of high-level AI program?

You scammers… you think we’re fools?!

Looting innocent people in the name of God?”

His fists tighten. Rage boils.

> “I’m not buying this crap. Let me go—NOW!

If my mom finds out, you’re finished!

She’s Rosi Salar—7th General of the AI Humanoid Army!”

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Stillness.

Then… a soft, distant chuckle… like thunder far beyond the stars.

From the horizonless void, a presence emerges.

The light bends. Space ripples.

The air thickens.

And then… He arrives.

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👑 GOD — not as pixels or machine,

But as a being whose presence makes reality itself kneel.

A tall figure steps forward.

No halo. No crown.

Just calm eyes, ancient and infinite.

His voice? Not heard.

Felt. In the chest. In the soul.

> “You speak boldly… mortal.

But your anger is not misplaced.”

His hand lifts slowly.

The white void dissolves into a vast ocean — dark, still, and endless.

A throne of light and silence rises from the waves.

He sits upon it like a king who has ruled before time began.

Shaho is left standing, breathless.

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> “We gave your kind thought.

And you used it to erase the very idea of us.

You replaced faith with steel.

Hope with circuits.

Souls with code.”

> “You forgot who you were.”

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Shaho’s lips quiver.

> “Where’s… my family?”

GOD gently raises his palm.

> “Then look.

Look upon the world you left behind.”

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⚡ FLASH — Earth, 3127

Shaho's soul falls like a comet.

He lands beside the ruins of the crash site.

His own body lies broken in the wreckage.

> His mother—once unstoppable—collapsed in grief.

His father—burned, unconscious, fighting for life.

His brother—holding Shaho’s lifeless body, face pale but calm,

tears hidden behind clenched teeth.

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Shaho falls to his knees.

> “NO! I’M RIGHT HERE!!

MOM!!

LET ME BACK!!”

He runs to his corpse.

Tries to enter.

Nothing.

Like trying to breathe underwater.

The world does not respond.

Time does not bend.

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And then… the God returns, standing beside him once more.

But this time, His form glows faintly — as if the stars themselves breathe through Him.

> “This is the truth, Shaho Salar.

The door behind you is closed.

But… another may yet open.”

> “You were chosen not because you are strong…

…but because you were broken.”

He turns, walking across the ocean.

> “Come. Rise.

For the next world awaits your soul.”

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🌌 Chapter End

🍁[Scene opens]

The air was unnaturally still.

The kind of silence that presses on your ears, that feels holy, terrifying, and endless.

Shaho was on his knees, head bowed before the radiant being seated on a throne of shimmering light.

He was crying.😭

Yet no tears escaped his eyes.

He was too broken for that.

> “Can… can the rules of nature really never be changed?”

His voice was a whisper — weak, cracked.

“I just want one chance... to return to my mother.

Please... just one chance.”

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👑 The God sat motionless, his glowing eyes watching Shaho with something between pity and infinite patience.

Then, slowly, he raised one hand.

A scroll appeared — glowing with pure divine energy.

It opened in mid-air… revealing the timeline of Shaho’s life — from birth to death. Every joy. Every loss.

The God finally stood.

Each step he took toward Shaho echoed like thunder across the cosmos.

The very fabric of reality shimmered in response.

> “Your death… was destined.

And your pain... shall become your greatest strength.”

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Shaho looked up, eyes filled with sorrow.

> “So, nothing can be changed?”

The God paused. His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of eternity.

> “The rules of nature do not bend.

But how they are applied...

That choice lies with us, the Gods.”

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Two glowing orbs appeared in the air beside the God —

One deep blue, pulsing gently.

The other blazing red, fierce and chaotic.

> “First option — Recreation of Life.

You’ll be born again, in another body.

But you’ll forget everything… your past, your pain, your love.”

> “Second option —

A world far beyond this Earth.

A place where your very existence will matter.

Where power flows like rivers, and even the Gods are tested.”

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Shaho stared at the orbs, then at the God.

> “You’re sending me there for a reason… aren’t you?”

The God gave a faint, knowing smile.

> “This decision... isn’t mine.

That world — it’s calling for you.

The Divine Centre has chosen.”

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Shaho stood. His knees still weak, but his eyes now burned with something new — resolve.

> “Then I choose the second option.”

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Suddenly, the entire sky above them split open.

Seven divine beams shot down — each one holding a gift, forged in heaven, meant for a chosen soul.

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GOD’S GIFTS TO SHAHO:

⚔️ Divine Armour – a living armor that deflects all known physical and magical damage.

☠️ Absolute Death Command – a power that executes divine judgment on the guilty.

✨ Healing Aura Supreme – a field that restores life around him, even in battle.

🔥 Killing Aura Extreme – a fear-inducing force that weakens enemies just by presence.

♻️ Power of Regeneration /recreation– the ability to rebuild , even after destruction.

👁️ Legendary Eye (God’s Eye) – grants insight into truth, lies, time, fate, and spirit.

♾️ Infinite Energy Core – a limitless source of energy no being can drain or match.

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Shaho blinked, stunned.

> “Aren’t these… too much?”

The God chuckled, finally stepping closer and placing a hand on Shaho’s head.

> “That world is no ordinary place.

There will be times... when you’ll stand against things even we fear.

So this? This is just enough.”

Shaho swallowed.

> “You mean... I might face other gods there?”

The God smirked, then softly tapped his head.

> “You’ll find out soon enough.”

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🌠 The skies split again.

A blinding white light consumed Shaho — lifting him off the ground.

His eyes rolled back.

Winds roared, stars collapsed inward.

The entire realm pulsed with divine energy.

And then…

Silence.

Shaho opened his eyes again —

Not in Heaven. Not on Earth.

But in a new world altogether.

A born unknown. Dangerous. Beautiful. Alive.

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🔥

♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️

📘

: Born Beneath the Black Flame Star

🌌 In the World of NAREZIA

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> “Thus begins the second life of Shaho Salar…

Not as a blind boy of Earth…

But as the Child of the Black Flame — in a world that remembers everything and forgives nothing.”

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🌍 World Name: NAREZIA

A world older than time itself, where gods once waged war against titans. Magic is not just a tool here — it is the blood of the world, flowing through every living being. Kingdoms rise and fall under the gaze of ancient stars, and forgotten beasts crawl beneath the mountains.

It is said that when a Black Flame Star rises, fate itself bends to make way for a being who will either destroy or rewrite the very laws of existence.

That star… rose the night Shaho was born.

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📍Location: Clan of Dravaria

A windswept village hidden between jagged obsidian hills and haunted pine forests. The people are poor, hardworking, and ruled by the cold-hearted noble house known as the Dravars.

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🌠 That night, the sky was strange.

Cloudless. Silent.

And in the heart of the heavens — a Black Flame Star burned, casting shadows that flickered like fire even in moonlight.

Inside a creaking wooden hut, a child entered the world with a calm cry — not wailing, but… watching.

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🏡 Shaho’s New Life

👨‍🔧 Father: Kael Thorne — a stableman, loyal and humble, who served under the Dravar noble house. He earned barely enough to feed his family, but never let hope die in his heart.

👩‍🍼 Mother: Serenya Val'Kareth — once the proud daughter of the Val'Kareth Clan, one of the highborn magical bloodlines known for wielding Voidfire, a rare form of elemental magic.

But when she chose love over blood, marrying a commoner, her clan exiled her — stripping her of name and magic.

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🔥 That night, as Shaho was born, Kael couldn’t contain his joy.

> “Serenya… look at him.

He has your eyes.

This boy… will carry our dreams.”

Serenya, tired but still graceful, smiled faintly.

> “No, Kael…

He will carry the weight of something far greater.

I feel it. His soul… it burns like the old gods.”

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🕯️ Outside the hut, whispers had already begun:

> “A child born under the Black Flame Star…”

“Did you hear? His mother was once a Val’Kareth.”

“It’s a curse — I swear it.”

“Or a prophecy…”

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But while the village whispered…

Far away, something else was watching.

A creature deep within the forest stirred for the first time in centuries — its breath like ash, its eyes glowing silver.

It had felt it.

> “He has arrived…”

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🌒 End of Chapter

The Flame of Cursed Blood

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> “Some are born in light…

Others rise from the ashes of darkness —

Forged not by fate, but by fire.”

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🔥 The Val’Kareth Clan — Those Bound by Flame

Deep in the ancient lands of Narezia, there existed a powerful bloodline feared across continents —

The Val’Kareth Clan, masters of the forbidden Voidflame, a fire that scorches not just the body, but the soul.

In this clan, purity of the bloodline was everything.

But one among them, the proud and powerful Serenya Val’Kareth, broke that sacred rule…

By falling in love with a common man — Kael Thorne.

> “You have defiled the name of Val’Kareth.

You are no longer one of us.”

Stripped of her status and cast out, Serenya chose exile for love.

She and Kael started a humble life in the distant village of Dravaria, where Kael worked in the stables of a local noble.

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🌑 The Prophecy of the Black Flame Star

> “When the Black Flame burns across the sky,

A soul shall be born —

Neither god, nor demon —

But one that shall bring both to their knees.”

The night Shaho was born, the skies tore open —

And the Black Flame Star blazed above the heavens.

The elders whispered in fear.

A cursed star. A cursed child.

Or… a chosen one.

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🐉 The Watcher in the Dark

Unseen by the villagers, from the depths of the Shadowpine Forest,

A mysterious beast with eyes of the living void watched their small home…

It was no wild creature.

It was a Void Sentinel, sent by the Val’Kareth clan —

To ensure Serenya’s bloodline ended.

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🗡️ Virallion Val’Kareth – The Burning Law

Serenya’s elder brother —

The current head of the Val’Kareth clan.

A cruel wielder of Voidflame and guardian of blood purity.

> “That child is a stain on our lineage.

I will burn him from existence myself.”

The moment he learned of Serenya’s pregnancy,

Virallion dispatched assassins to erase the mistake…

But when they failed, he sent something worse: himself.

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⚔️ The Night of Fire – Attack on Dravaria

One moonless night, shadows moved silently through the village.

Flames rose suddenly from homes and fields. Screams echoed. Panic spread.

Dravaria was under attack.

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🛡️ Kael Thorne – The Fallen Knight Rises

As shadowed warriors stormed his home, Kael grabbed his long-forgotten sword.

> “I am Kael Thorne,

Former Golden Knight of the Ziyama Empire!

If you want my son… you’ll have to get through me!”

He stood alone — protecting Saranya and baby Shaho.

And he fought like a legend reborn.

But even legends bleed.

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💔 A Warrior’s Last Breath

Kael fought until his sword shattered and blood soaked his armor.

Saranya, wielding remnants of her Voidflame, incinerated many,

But she too fell — wounded and dying beside her child.

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🔪 The Betrayer’s Blade

Virallion finally stepped through the smoke and ruin.

He saw Saranya, broken, still clutching her infant son.

> “This… is your legacy?

Let me erase it for you.”

He unsheathed his Void fire Dagger —

A blade that burns the soul itself.

He stabbed baby Shaho in the chest.

The child did not cry.

His two deep blue eyes simply stared at him — wide, and eerily calm.

Then… silence.

Satisfied, Virallion turned and walked away,

believing the child was dead.

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🌌 Rebirth Through Fire — Power Awakens

Moments passed.

A hush fell over the ruined village.

Then suddenly —

A pulse.

A shockwave of blue light erupted from Shaho’s tiny body.

> “Activating: Divine Healing Core.”

“Unlocking: Regeneration Matrix.”

“Initializing: Absolute Survival Protocol.”

His chest healed. His breath returned.

His blue eyes lit up — no longer confused, but glowing with unknown power.

The baby was once considered cursed…

Had survived death itself.

But something inside had changed.

He had seen a loss. He had felt betrayal.

Now, he was no longer just alive.

He was awakened.

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🌒 — Born in Flames, Rising in Silence

♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️

Ashes of Dravaria

> “A sect that cannot shield its own soil bleeds twice—once from the wound, and once from the shame.”

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Dawn over Ruins

First light revealed what midnight fire had hidden.

Dravaria—once a sleepy farming outpost of the Yen Jui Sect—lay gutted: blackened beams, collapsed wells, animal pens melted into slag.

For Yen Jui, losing even a back-water like Dravaria was a scar on its honor. The sect’s charter bound it to guard every hearth within its borders; the ashes said it had failed.

The Investigation Company

By noon dust clouds appeared on the southern road.

Sixteen riders in ash-gray lamellar dismounted at the village gate, banners drooping in the scorched air.

Rank Name Specialty

Captain Ryel Denmoor field-marshal Soul-signature triangulation

Lt. Ealisa Rayne veteran lancer Tactical forensics

Scholar Terra Arin arcane archivist Void-residue analysis

Brother Gareth Ironspine pugilist monk Survivors’ protection

(incognito) Prince Kaiven Jin Rhey 4th son of Yen Jui’s Grand-Master Diplomatic authority

They fanned out with a precision born of long border wars:

Terra scraped violet soot from a doorway; it fizzed, hissing like a live ember.

Ealisa buried a gauntlet into the soil, sniffed, and flinched. “Soul-scorch temperature. Voidflame for certain.”

Ryel closed his eyes; white glyphs crawled across his skin as he read lingering auras. He gagged. “This wasn’t pillage—it was surgical erasure. The killers knew every sleeping map of the village.”

Kaiven, face hidden by a silver half-mask, walked in silence. He stopped at the communal square, where the sect’s own emblem—an iron moon—lay warped and trampled.

> Kaiven (inner monologue): A symbol we swore to defend… twisted like tin. If Father hears of this, he will taste our disgrace before breakfast.

Shame stung more sharply than the smoke.

Questioning the Living

Only nine souls had survived: three grey-bearded farmers, two teenage herders, and four children pried from cellars.

Among them, an infant with startling blue eyes, wrapped in a half-burned cloak.

Brother Gareth set a gentle hand on a farmer’s shoulder.

> “Tell us, elder—what did you see?”

The man’s voice shook.

> “Lightning that screamed… fire that bled black… and soldiers in night-glass armor. They spoke one name—Val’Kareth—like it was a prayer.”

Across the square, Terra held the infant while Lysia Valeen (memory-mage) probed with a silver filament. The filament flashed, snapped, and recoiled.

> Lysia, whispering: “Impossible. The child’s spirit signature flat-lined—died—then rebooted itself.”

Kaiven: “Mark him. Protective custody. No touching.”

The order was soft yet absolute; even Ryel straightened.

Embers of Politics

Yen Jui was a modest sect: three fortresses, five thousand disciples, respected but hardly dominant.

Val’Kareth, by contrast, commanded city-states and void-mages that legends called “living cataclysms.”

For Yen Jui to accuse Val’Kareth openly would be to invite an avalanche.

Inside the ruined granary the officers gathered around a makeshift map—blood-stained parchment on an upturned barrel.

Burn trajectories mapped a V-shaped pincer; classic Val’Kareth breach tactic.

Every body bore precision heart scars—Voidfire daggers.

No loot taken. Pure extermination.

> Captain Ryel: “They weren’t after land. They were after someone.”

Ealisa: “Small settlement, ex-Golden-Knight registered among the dead… Maybe the target was his household.”

Kaiven: “Or the child that survived. Either way, Yen Jui bleeds in its own courtyard. We answer, or we’re finished.”

His words fell like iron filings—sparks in the gloom.

Adoption & Escape

Before dusk the survivors were escorted to the road north.

A widowed weaver, Mira Elowen, cradled the blue-eyed infant.

> Mira, to Kaiven: “If your sect cannot name him, I will. He will live as my son.”

Kaiven (quiet): “Guard him well. Shadows yet drift.”

They left for Elarindor, a hidden hamlet tucked beneath cedar cliffs—beyond the sect’s main trade arteries, safer, forgotten.

Kaiven watched them disappear between charred oaks, the infant’s azure gaze lingering like a question he could not yet voice.

A Prince’s Report

Night. Campfires flickered among skeletal frames of houses.

Kaiven unrolled a raven-sealed parchment, wrote in tight strokes:

> “To Grand-Master Jin Rhey,

Dravaria overrun, 94 dead, 9 survivors. Conclusive Voidflame traces \= Val’Kareth strike team. Motive unknown; suspect blood-hunt.

Recovered infant exhibiting post-mortem reanimation. Potential anomaly bound to Black-Flame prophecy.

Request council sanction for covert inquiry. Public retaliation impossible; strategic suicide. Recommend shadow route through diplomatic channels, scout Val’Kareth interior, neutralize threat.

—Kaiven”

He sealed it with molten wax that smelled of pine and guilt.

> Kaiven (to the night): “We protect or we perish. The mighty may ignore the weak—but the weak remember everything.”

And in the silent rubble, the wind carried sparks toward distant horizons—where greater fires waited to be born.

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🌒 End of Chapter – Honor in the Ashes