Shenzai Teki
MEGAPHASE - 1
The - Origin
Chapter -1
[Scene :-1]
*The Promise*
A man stood drowned in the shadows.
Before him...
another man, his body torn with wounds, arms trembling as he shielded a girl whose form was changing into something divine… something forbidden.
His voice broke.
"I promised…
I promised I would save everything… everyone."
His hands shook.
Blood dripped.
Tears followed.
"But I wasn't powerful enough…
not even enough to protect you."
Silence swallowed his words.
Then—
His head lifted.
His tears burned into resolve.
"But I will save you."
"Even if I must take rebirth."
"Even if I must lose myself."
"I will save everyone."
THE WORLD SNAPPED..!!
[Scene :- 2]
*The Rain That Never Stops*
Rain fell endlessly over Earth.
An average street.
An ordinary day.
Yet the silence felt… wounded.
Bayakun walked through the empty road, footsteps echoing as rain struck broken roofs and abandoned walls.
A clinic stood ahead — its doors open.
Inside, a woman cried in pain as doctors struggled, fear heavy in their movements.
Bayakun already knew this place.
Weeks ago, demons had hunted this land.
The North has not healed since.
People survived.
Their bodies did not.
A MAN entered quietly...
Without words, he stepped beside the doctor and placed his hand forward.
Healing sorcery bloomed — gentle, green, merciful.
The child was saved.
But the mother…
Her body had endured too much.
Too long.
Too alone.
Even THAT MAN could not mend what had already broken.
Her breath weakened.
Her voice trembled.
"Please…
I can't hold on anymore."
She looked at the child.
"Someone… please…
take him."
[Scene :- 3]
*What Remains*
Time passed.
THAT MAN sat silently, rosary beads moving through his fingers, lips whispering prayers no god answered anymore.
The doctor approached.
"Sir… it's a boy."
HE looked up.
"And the woman?"
The doctor lowered his eyes.
"I'm sorry…
If she had been found sooner… she might have lived."
HE closed his eyes.
....
"You did your best," he said softly.
"That is enough."
He stood.
"I have a request… if you don't mind."
The doctor straightened immediately.
"Anything SIR.. It would be my pleasure to help a Great MAN like you..."
"Adopt this child.
Give him a life… if you have the means."
The doctor bowed deeply.
"It would be an honor to care for a child entrusted by Bayakun, the Supreme Sorcerer."
THAT MAN turned away and left the clinic, rain swallowing his silhouette.
A question lingered in the broken North:
If even great sorcerers were forced to watch helplessly…
What kind of world was this becoming?
[Scene :- 4]
*The Watcher*
He was not a mysterious old man.
He was the strongest sorcerer alive on Earth.
Older than generations.
Older than the age that still remembered his beginning.
Earth had grown fragile
its surface scarred by demon intrusions, its balance barely held by those who still resisted.
Sorcerers had always protected it.
Every time it cried for them.
He walked through the North, not searching for war
but for someone.
Someone who could ignite a new era.
Someone capable of beginning a modern revolution of the world itself.
Then he felt it.
An energy faint… unnatural…
impossible to ignore.
From that day onward, his senses never forgot that place.
Even as he traveled across distant regions, testing emerging talents and watching the slow decay of power...
His awareness always returned to the North.
Something there was growing....
[Scene :- 5]
*Ten Years Later*
(*THAT MAN'S POV*)
Ten years passed.
I can still sense it,
That same energy… from the child born that night.
The world had weakened.
Even adults at their peak were fading —
generation after generation losing what once made them strong.
A Major stepped forward.
"Sir… demons continue to invade Earth.
Yet that region — the North — remains untouched."
A faint smile appeared.
Have they begun to fear the place,
after sensing my presence there?
It was spoken lightly.
Then his tone changed.
"Still… I have already found them."
"Fresh stars."
He turned.
I announced..
"They will inherit my legacy."
"They will be known as the...
Fourth Generation."
A Surwon hesitated.
"My lord… these children have trained only a few years."
The smile vanished.
"That," he replied calmly,
"is precisely why."
I stopped him there and said..
My mistake before was chasing numbers.
A swarm of rats can never threaten an elephant.
His gaze hardened.
"This time… I raise answers."
Only then did the Major bow deeper.
"As expected of Bayakun."
(The name was spoken once — and never needed again.)
[Scene :- 6]
*The Weak Child*
Children laughed beneath the sun.
Their voices filled the dry land with a warmth long forgotten.
"It feels refreshing watching them play," one adult said.
"This place finally feels alive again."
Among them stood a boy who did not move.
(*AREN'S POV*)
"Aren, why don't you play with us?"
I hesitated.
I… I have a cough.
It hurts when I run.
"Don't be so weak," another laughed.
"Just stay in the sunlight."
I nodded.
Something was wrong.
A fragile presence among warmth and laughter.
Was this the same child…
the one who had survived when he shouldn't have?
Ten Years Earlier
"Look at him — he's too weak."
"We can't even feed our own children."
Voices surrounded the infant.
"He drinks more milk than our babies… yet looks half-alive."
"His skin is pale… unhealthy."
No one wanted him.
From birth, Aren's body betrayed him.
Weakness.
Fever.
Pain without reason.
He never felt alive.
Until one moment...
One moment where, for the first time..
He felt warm.
He felt safe.
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