Prologue: Fall into the Abyss

Darkness.

A suffocating void stretched endlessly in all directions, swallowing sound, light, and even time itself. Ren Kisaragi lay motionless, his body shattered, his breath weak. Blood pooled beneath him, mixing with the corpses of his so-called comrades—the ones who had left him to die.

Above him, the Abyssal Gate loomed. A massive rift in space, pulsing with an eerie, violet glow. From within, monstrous shadows twisted and writhed, watching, waiting.

His fingers twitched. Pain flared through his broken body. His mind screamed at him to move, but he couldn’t. Not anymore.

So, this was it.

After years of struggle, of clawing his way up from nothing—mocked, trampled, and ignored—this was how his story ended. Forgotten. Alone. Powerless.

A bitter laugh rose in his throat, but it never escaped. His vision blurred. His consciousness faded.

Then—

[System Activation Detected.]
[Analyzing Soul Resonance…]
[Void Monarch System Initialized.]

A pulse.

A deep, overwhelming presence filled the abyss, coiling around Ren like a serpent. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t even alive in the way he understood.

It was primordial. It was limitless.

[Rebuild the Throne.]
[Devour the Abyss.]
[Ascend beyond all.]

His body burned. Power. Unfathomable power surged through his veins, knitting his wounds, reshaping his broken frame into something new.

Ren’s eyes snapped open. Gone was the dull weakness that once plagued him.

What replaced it… was something far worse.

A King had awoken.