**Chapter 1 — The Event**
Before the birth of stars, before the formation of worlds, before time itself had meaning, there existed only one presence.
The Creator.
No name defined him.
No form contained him.
Even the beings he made could not fully understand him.
From his will came the **Creations**—cosmic entities born with unique abilities, fragments of power meant to observe existence.
There were nearly three thousand of them.
Each different.
Each powerful beyond comprehension.
Yet among them, one stood apart.
**Nihyron.**
Where other Creations explored realities or experimented with existence, Nihyron remained distant. Detached. Unmoved by the rise and fall of civilizations.
Universes had collapsed before his eyes.
He had watched them all without interest.
But now, in the silent void where Creations could communicate with their maker, Nihyron opened his eyes.
They were not ordinary eyes.
Within them swirled darkness deeper than space itself—like collapsing galaxies trapped in endless night.
For the first time in ages, Nihyron had something to say.
Symbols appeared in the void between him and the Creator.
Ancient symbols.
A language older than reality.
The **Nullscript**.
`~}..7..&..]~&~;$~:`
The symbols moved from right to left across the empty cosmos.
Their meaning was simple.
**Start the event.**
Silence followed.
Then the void shifted slightly, acknowledging the request.
New symbols emerged in response.
`~\]&\}0%`
**Why?**
Nihyron remained motionless, his gaze calm and cold.
He answered.
`~$&:$&$;~]`
**To observe.**
Another line formed slowly in the endless dark.
`~}..7..&$;~#&~:$`
**To find the fragment that surpasses the Creations.**
Long ago, fragments of the Creator's power had been scattered across existence.
Tiny sparks of potential.
Most would remain insignificant forever.
But one… perhaps one could evolve beyond everything.
Even beyond the Creations themselves.
The Creator understood.
And so the event began.
Across countless universes, reality trembled.
On Earth, in every era that had ever existed, something impossible occurred.
The dead opened their eyes once more.
Warriors from ancient empires.
Scholars long forgotten by history.
Kings, farmers, soldiers, students.
Everyone who had ever lived.
Illness vanished.
Broken bones healed.
Blind eyes regained sight.
Every human body was restored to its perfect state.
At that same moment, beings far more powerful felt something disappear.
Gods felt their divinity fade.
Devils felt their demonic power stripped away.
All were equalized.
Because fairness was necessary.
Then space itself tore open.
In a single instant, humanity vanished from Earth.
Trillions of people were drawn into a world that none of them had ever seen before.
The **Private Dimension** of the Creator.
It was endless.
Mountains taller than imagination pierced the sky.
Rivers flowed like liquid crystal.
Vast forests stretched beyond the horizon.
The air was pure.
The land was untouched.
No animals existed.
No monsters.
No insects.
Only nature in its most perfect state.
Across this endless world, an invisible rule took effect.
Every person was placed **exactly one kilometer away from the nearest individual**.
A perfect grid stretching infinitely across the land.
No one appeared beside another.
No one began with allies.
Each human stood alone.
Moments later, a calm voice echoed inside every mind.
**[The Creator's System has been activated.]**
**[Spatial distribution rule confirmed.]**
**[Minimum distance between individuals: 1 kilometer.]**
**[All participants have been restored to optimal condition.]**
**[Food sources have been distributed across all biomes.]**
Across forests, plains, deserts, and mountains, countless fruit-bearing plants waited silently.
Survival would be possible.
But survival was only the beginning.
The voice continued.
**[Welcome to the Crucible.]**
**[Objective: Evolve.]**
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A boy stood alone in a quiet clearing.
Seventeen years old.
A student from Earth.
His name was **Icarus Grimm**.
Across the endless world, many people were screaming in panic.
Some cried.
Some ran aimlessly.
Others simply collapsed in fear, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
But Icarus did something different.
He observed.
He slowly turned in place, studying the unfamiliar landscape around him.
Mountains stood in the distance.
A quiet river shimmered beneath the sunlight.
Several fruit-bearing trees grew nearby.
He crouched down and rubbed a handful of soil between his fingers, silently examining the texture.
Then he picked one of the fruits.
Instead of eating immediately, he inspected it carefully—its smell, color, and firmness.
Only after a moment did he take a cautious bite.
"Alright…" he muttered quietly.
"New world. Unknown rules."
But the moment those words left his mouth—
The world froze.
A presence appeared in front of him.
It did not arrive with light.
It did not tear space apart.
It simply **existed**.
A tall figure stood before him, its body like a silhouette made of collapsing darkness.
Eyes like endless voids gazed directly at him.
Nihyron.
The moment Icarus looked at the being, his entire body locked in place.
His instincts screamed.
Every nerve in his body felt as if it had encountered something that **should not exist**.
His heart pounded violently.
His breathing stopped.
Fear—pure, primal fear—engulfed him.
He wanted to move.
He wanted to speak.
But he could not.
Nihyron observed him silently.
For a moment, the crushing pressure filling the air continued to grow.
Then it weakened.
The overwhelming aura faded slightly.
Air rushed back into Icarus's lungs.
"You cannot move," Nihyron said calmly.
His voice echoed directly inside Icarus's mind.
"That is normal."
Icarus said nothing.
"You believe you are human," Nihyron continued.
"But you are not."
A pause.
"You are my creation."
The words struck Icarus like a silent thunderbolt.
"You were placed among humanity to grow."
"To adapt."
"To evolve."
Nihyron raised his hand slightly.
"The system given to you by the Creator is unnecessary."
Glowing text suddenly appeared before Icarus's eyes.
**[System Connection Detected]**
**[System Override Initiated]**
The interface flickered.
Then shattered.
Nihyron spoke again.
"I will replace it."
Dark symbols formed in the air before Icarus.
A new interface appeared.
Sharper.
Deeper.
Far more complex than the original system.
**[System Installed]**
**[Name: The Nexus]**
Nihyron's eyes glowed faintly.
"You will become my successor."
"You will evolve."
"And if you survive this world…"
A brief silence followed.
"…you will surpass the Creations."
Then, just as suddenly as he had appeared—
Nihyron vanished.
The pressure disappeared.
The world returned to normal.
Icarus dropped to one knee, breathing heavily.
Before him, the dark interface remained.
Waiting.
**[Welcome, Successor.]**
**[The Nexus has awakened.]**
And far beyond the dimension—
Nihyron watched.
For the first time in ages, something had caught his interest.
The game of evolution had begun.