When the world broke, it didn’t scream — it shattered.

One ordinary morning, half of humanity mutated, their biology snapping into one of Fifty Lanes, each a brutal new path of evolution. Fire-wielders, reality-benders, dreamwalkers, time phantoms, void-born, soul-tamers—humans became something else. Something terrifying. Something powerful.

They were called Supernovas.

Some used their gifts to protect.
Most used them to survive.
Too many chose chaos.

In the ruins of a civilization still pretending it isn’t dead, two anomalies—supernovas without lanes, without limits, without any readable pattern—emerge. They’re walking paradoxes who shouldn’t exist, unpredictable even to themselves, and feared by every government, gang, and supernova faction alive.

As society collapses into tribalism, cults, tournaments, and power struggles, the world’s greatest supernova organizations fight for dominance, all trying to control the unpredictable new age.

But the truth behind the Shattering is darker than mutation.
Because the event wasn’t an accident.
It was a signal.
Something is coming—something only the anomalies can confront.

Now, in a world where kids, teens, adults, elders—everyone—is forced into a blood-soaked evolution, every arc introduces new monsters, new legends, and new “side characters” so compelling they threaten to steal the show.

Humanity is gone.
What rises in its place… is the Apex Age.

And only the strongest—and the strangest—will decide its destiny.

Dioka was lounging mid-air, casually spinning shards around him like they were toys. The arena felt quiet—too quiet.


> "Hmm… feels like someone's watching," he muttered, grinning.


Guakulia smirked, adjusting the gravity around himself lazily.


> "Finally. About time someone worth our attention shows up."


The arena tore open with a flash of warped light, and two figures dropped simultaneously:


1. Kaelthar – a towering figure cloaked in shadows, aura bending the very edges of reality. Calm, deliberate, overwhelming presence.


2. Rynvek – lithe, twitching like a glitch in the universe, energy crackling with abstract patterns, warping probability around him.


Their arrival alone distorted the arena: floors cracked, shadows moved on their own, and gravity seemed to hesitate.


> Kaelthar: "Dioka. Guakulia. The fun stops here."


> "Two of you? Perfect! We were getting bored."


Guakulia adjusted a small gravity well beneath his feet, eyes sharp.


> "Let's see if you can actually keep up."


The arena responded to the challengers' combined presence—distorting, warping, bending. Even seasoned observers took a step back.


Kaelthar extended a hand, sending a wave of conceptual suppression—forces that could nullify powers and crush illusions.


Rynvek flickered across the battlefield, warping space and probability, turning attacks into near misses and distortions.


Dioka and Guakulia reacted instinctively, laughing as they dodged and countered:


Dioka created illusory clones to distract Kaelthar.


Guakulia manipulated gravity and local probability to dodge Rynvek's attacks.


> "Okay… this is actually fun," Guakulia muttered.


"Finally, a challenge worth our attention," Dioka said.


Spectators, elite supernovas, and Supreme Force analysts all froze.


> "The anomalies… meeting real threats?" one whispered.


"Twin-tier challenge… unprecedented," another replied.


Even the system itself seemed to pause, as if curious.


The four combatants faced each other across a warped battlefield. Energy crackled, shadows bent, and the arena trembled.


> Dioka: "Alright… two new friends. Let's see how far this goes."


The first true high-stakes battle for the anomalies had officially begun.


Chapter 22 - Chapter 21 – The Arrival of True Challengers