The power of magnetic fields, in the White family, has been a legacy since the era of our ancestor, Sea Tiger a force of madness beyond reason.
Originating from ourselves, we pry at the truths of the universe, mastering the four fundamental forces. With absolute, unrestrained emotion, we drive a power beyond imagination, a force that bends all things to our will.
Such madness, such extremity, can only be wielded to its ultimate pinnacle by those who dwell in the extremes, beyond the comprehension of ordinary humans.
To them, we are like gods, omnipotent and untouchable. But we possess none of the so-called "divinity" that mortals imagine.
We are more human than humans. We reveal our desires without restraint, unflinchingly.
And because mortals see us as gods, we have no need to suppress our own urges.
If we want something, we take it. If we desire another, we claim them by any means necessary.
Our emotions are unbridled, amplified by absolute power… surpassing those so-called "divine" beings, who are shackled by their feigned detachment, by countless times!
Absolute violence, absolute cruelty, absolute extremity driven by pure, unfiltered emotion this is the path of us, the magnetic prodigies.
Perhaps we are nothing more than selfish, ruthless scum. Principles, ideals, morals these are merely lies we tell ourselves.
We fight to destroy anyone who threatens us. We fight for fear, for desire… or simply because we are strong enough to fight!
Principles, ideals, desire, revenge they may all be just excuses. We are gods, yes, but we are also beasts!
And perhaps because of this, the world has never known peace since Sea Tiger. To creatures who could play with entire planets at their whim, serenity has always been fleeting.
From the time of our ancestor Sea Tiger, we took power from ordinary people without hesitation. We ruled them, commanded them.
From the era of our ancestors, the First and Second Patriarchs, to the present, we have treated mortals as little more than animals or worse, as insignificant numbers.
Our battles rarely account for their existence. Those who resist are crushed, those who disrespect us are destroyed. Our whims, to ordinary eyes, are the very embodiment of cruelty.
To them, we are already gods… and our brutality merely imitates the actions of the deity in biblical tales.
Yet we are not pure chaos or cruelty. We can create paradises, utopias where oppression does not exist beyond the apex ruler, worlds of drunken indulgence and ecstasy.
But often, these paradises collapse the moment we die… because human nature is fragile, and those we govern are inherently stagnant.
Or perhaps, the worlds we rule as beasts are merely collections of beasts themselves, hardly "civilized" in any meaningful sense.
Even the consciousness of our universe may recoil at us… despising these "monsters" it birthed but cannot control.
And yet, the great powers chose me. They chose me to journey to other worlds.
Perhaps this calamity, this conquest, will spread by my hand by the hand of Bai Wujie, Emperor of the Earth across countless worlds.
Endless worlds. Endless conquest.