For the first time, Aeon stepped into another universe to begin the great gambling of time—his journey to become the most powerful Timeasean in existence. His destination was a place unlike any other he had seen: the universe where Brahm ruled as its master.
Brahm's power was mysterious. No one truly knew his dimensional height. He was said to be beyond measurable limits, a being who existed above all known structures of space and time. In this strange universe, the laws of growth were different. The boundaries of evolution were unknown—no one could say how high a creature could climb through the endless staircase of dimensions.
Aeon entered with anticipation burning in his core. The moment he passed into this reality, he felt the fabric of possibilities unravel before his eyes. Everywhere he looked, potential futures bloomed like stars. His task was clear: he would need to hunt for beings of equal or lower dimensions, defeat them, and collect Supereons—the currency of survival in Saturn's game.
His gaze wandered until it landed upon a great spiral galaxy. Milkast. Within that galaxy, he sensed a planet filled with immense saturation of life. Thousands upon thousands of dimensional signatures radiated from its surface—most of them faint, belonging to fragile third-dimensional beings, but a few stronger ones shimmered like faint beacons in the fourth dimension.
The planet was called Earto. Aeon studied it carefully. On its surface, third-dimensional creatures thrived, completely unaware that among them moved rare fourth-dimensional entities. The lower beings could not perceive their higher counterparts, blind to the dimensions above their own. Aeon smirked at the simplicity of it all.
But there was danger hidden in plain sight. Unknown to him, the master of this planet was a terrifying being named Mehesh, who existed in the hundredth dimension. He was a keeper of Earto's timelines, weaving destinies with threads far too delicate for mortal eyes. Aeon, driven by confidence and hunger for Supereons, entered the planet unaware of Mehesh's guardianship.
When his feet first touched the soil of Earto, Aeon towered as a seventh-dimensional being. Aeon quickly realized a flaw in his strategy: beings of such low dimensions had no interest in fighting him. To them, he was nothing more than an incomprehensible terror, a shadow that defied their existence.
If he wanted to engage with them, to earn Supereons, he would have to descend.
With a surge of will, Aeon forced his essence to collapse downward, folding himself into the narrow corridor of the third dimension. The world shifted. He became visible.
And in that moment, he made a mistake.
On the busy streets of a human city, his body appeared from nothingness. To their eyes, he had popped out of thin air. His seventh-dimensional form had not fully aligned—what emerged was something unusual, something neither fully alien nor fully human. His body was partial, a strange fusion of human flesh and Timeasean essence.
He was naked.
The crowd gasped. Women covered their faces, men pointed in shock, children clung to their mothers. Whispers rippled like fire: "Where did he come from?" "What is he?" Aeon, bewildered by their stares, understood he had miscalculated. He expected to appear as a simple third-dimensional Timeasean, but his form betrayed him.
He fled.
Racing through alleyways, he searched for solitude until he stumbled into a forest, where tall trees veiled him from human eyes. Alone, he tested his power. He shifted upward—fourth, fifth, sixth, and finally back to his true seventh-dimensional form. Relief washed over him as his alien body, crystalline and cosmic, reappeared. He was still himself.
But curiosity drew him back. He condensed again into his strange third-dimensional body and returned toward human settlements. The people here were dense in number, especially in the cities. He wandered through streets, confused and silent, until he realized another problem: he could not understand a single word they spoke.
Their language was foreign, their sounds meaningless.
And worse—he was still naked.
Embarrassed, he rushed into a building filled with colorful fabrics—what humans called a garment shop. Mimicking their actions, he covered his body with clothes. Yet when the shopkeeper demanded payment, Aeon only stared blankly. He had no currency, no understanding of trade. As he stepped outside, the shopkeeper chased him in anger. But in a flicker, Aeon vanished, slipping between dimensions, leaving the man bewildered in the street.
Survival on this planet would not be simple.
Days passed, and Aeon wandered, struggling to adapt. He studied humans from afar, watching how they built homes, farmed land, and worshipped strange statues decorated with flowers. They prayed to something they called God, a being who promised blessings and hope. The name stirred Aeon's subconscious. For him, God was Saturn—the timeless force who had bound him into this gambling. But the humans were not praying to Saturn. Their deity was something else, something unknown even to alien minds.
The land they lived in was called Indus. It was vast, and within it, countless languages flowed like rivers. To Aeon, this complexity was overwhelming. How could he ever learn them all?
Then, fate presented him with an answer.
YEARS PASSED....
In a small village, he encountered a dying boy—twelve years old, frail, his skin pale from disease. The boy begged his parents for release, but they could do nothing. When Aeon appeared before them, shimmering with power, he offered them hope: he would take the child's body in exchange for wealth. Desperate and poor, the parents agreed, not fully understanding what they had accepted.
As the child's final breath faded, Aeon extended his consciousness. He entered the fragile shell, merging his essence with the boy's body. For an instant, Aeon lived as him—saw his memories, felt his parents' love, and heard the language of his people. Knowledge poured into him like rain.
But it was fleeting. Aeon's Timeasean nature was too vast to remain bound in flesh. His essence slipped free, returning him to his hybrid form. Yet the experience was enough. He now understood the language of the humans.
Time passed. He walked among them, speaking their words, observing their lives. He learned their customs—their faith, their celebrations, their suffering. But questions stirred within him. Why did they pray to statues? Why did they believe in unseen gods? And what was this force that seemed to rival even Saturn in their hearts?
Curiosity deepened. To understand humans fully, Aeon sought new experiences. He found another host—this time, a young woman of twenty-two. Slipping into her body, he studied how humans lived as both male and female, how they created offspring, how they nurtured new generations. Every detail fascinated him. Every discovery expanded his knowledge of this strange, fragile race.
But with every step, Aeon sensed something greater watching him. Beneath the simple lives of humans, beyond their languages and their gods, an ancient power lingered in silence—perhaps Mehesh, the true master of this world, waiting for the moment Aeon revealed too much of himself.
For now, Aeon's journey on Earto had only begun.
To be continued…