Prologue: A Sword That Remembers
Once, there was a name the universe learned to whisper.
Not because it was forbidden—
but because speaking it invited attention.
Sam.
Before myths were written.
Before gods learned fear.
Before the title God Slayer scarred reality itself.
There was a time when the universe still believed it could control him.
When Power Was Still Heavy
Sam was not born divine.
He was forged.
Every battle carved him sharper.
Every victory demanded a price.
His strength was never gifted.
Never borrowed.
Never blessed.
It was earned—through blood, survival, and loss.
With time, his power took form.
Not as a blessing, but as reflections of his soul:
A form born of mortality—raw and merciless.
A presence that bent space without asking permission.
A flame that burned even fate itself.
And finally… judgment.
A state where gods were no longer rulers—
only verdicts waiting to be passed.
Yet power was never what broke him.
Loss was.
The Silence After Everything Died
History refuses to remember the moment clearly.
Some say it was a family.
Others whisper of a bond deeper than blood.
A presence that anchored him to something fragile… human.
Whatever it was—
when Sam lost it, something inside him went quiet.
The rage did not vanish.
It was buried.
And from that burial rose something far more dangerous than fury:
A calm executioner.
A warrior who no longer screamed when he killed.
The Wanderer the Gods Could Not Stop
Time passed.
Sam learned to walk between universes the way others crossed streets.
Where he went, balance followed.
Or annihilation.
Gods who forgot their purpose.
Divine councils drunk on eternity.
Cosmic tyrants ruling through fear.
All eventually learned the same truth:
Sam did not negotiate.
Later, they would give him a title—
spoken with reverence thinly disguised as terror.
God of Destruction.
Yet immortality did not dull the pain.
It sharpened it.
The Lie Called Peace
Tired of judgment.
Tired of divine blood on his hands.
Sam chose a universe no one cared about.
A quiet place.
A forgotten reality.
There, he sealed his power.
No cosmic authority.
No divine presence.
He became something dangerously fragile.
A husband.
A father.
A man who laughed without counting the dead.
For the first time in centuries, he was not a weapon.
He was human.
And that terrified him more than any battlefield ever had.
The Oath That Still Binds Him
Long before gods feared him, Sam knelt before someone who mattered.
A teacher.
A comrade.
Someone who saw the storm inside him… and did not run.
With blood on his hands and rage in his veins, he was forced to swear:
"Raise your sword only when there is no other choice."
"Power exists to protect—not to satisfy destruction."
That oath became his restraint.
And his curse.
The Sword That Remembers
His weapon was never just steel.
The Diamond Sword was bound to his soul.
If it shattered, something inside Sam would break forever.
One strike could erase a divine realm.
And yet—it remained sheathed.
Because Sam remembered his promise.
The Truth No Immortal Escapes
Fifteen hundred years taught him one truth above all else:
Immortality does not make you strong.
It makes you lonely.
Friends aged.
Lovers turned to memory.
Worlds moved on.
Only he remained.
And now—peace has noticed him.
Because the moment his family is threatened, the lie ends.
To draw the sword means survival.
To keep it sealed means sacrifice.
And Sam knows this better than anyone:
A God Slayer can never remain ordinary.
Once the blade is drawn—
the universe remembers his name.