Before there was anything, there was silence.
Not darkness.Not light.Not time.Not space.
Nothingness. Silence.
Just an endless, unmoving expanse known only as the Central Dimension
And yet, within that nothingness, something appeared.
Then another.
And another.
They were not born, nor were they created.They simply came into existence
The First Beings.
They gathered at the center of the Void, where reality would one day begin. They spoke without voices, thought without minds, and decided what everything would become. They created everything
They were the architects of the Omniverse.
And among them… was something that should not have been there.
Not the strongest.Not the smartest.Not the oldest.
But the most dangerous. And oh, did they know it
Because while the others represented concepts — time, space, life, death, fate — this one represented change
It had no fixed form.No fixed soul.No fixed power.No fixed destiny.
He could become anything.Change anything about himself.Adapt to anything.
They feared it
So they made a decision before the Omniverse even existed. Before he even gained consciousness.
They tricked him.
They rejected him.
They made it so that he never got a chance to have a place among them.
And they cast him down into a lower world — a place of war, suffering, death, and endless struggle — a dimension known as Virell.
They believed he would die there.They believed he would break there.They believed he would be forgotten there.
They were wrong.
Because in a world where everything tried to kill him…In wars that were not his…In worlds that were not his…In suffering that never ended…
He survived.
And every time he survived, he changed.
And so did everything else.
This is not the story of a hero.This is not the story of a villain.This is the path of the ever-changing being.
This is the story of the anomaly.
This is the story that covers everything, all...
From the start.
Protean Genesis.