Chapter 1:

Chapter 1 : The Man Who Had Everything

The Sovereign Ascendant


The city stretched before him, a glittering monument to his will. Neon lights reflected off the endless sea of glass and steel, a kingdom built by his own hands. Eren Wolfhart stood at the edge of the skyscraper’s rooftop, a lone figure against the midnight sky. The wind howled, tugging at his coat, but he barely noticed.
 
He had conquered everything.
 
Power. Wealth. Influence. Every dream he once chased had crumbled beneath his feet, reduced to meaningless dust. His empire spanned industries, his name whispered in reverence or fear. But now, staring down at the abyss below, he felt nothing.
 
He took a slow sip of the whiskey in his hand, the golden liquid burning his throat. An expensive bottle—one of the last remaining indulgences that still held a sliver of satisfaction. But even that was fading.
 
What was left to desire when one had everything?
 
Eren exhaled, watching the city’s lights flicker like dying embers. A lifetime of struggle, of clawing his way up from nothing, had led to this. He had long since abandoned illusions of happiness. That was never his goal. He sought victory. And he had won. Over and over again. Until there was no one left to challenge him.
 
Now, only silence remained.
 
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it. There was no one worth answering. No family, no friends—only parasites and competitors waiting for weakness.
 
He chuckled, shaking his head. The absurdity of it all. He had spent years defying the odds, breaking every barrier, only to reach a peak that left him...empty.
 
He stepped forward, his polished shoes stopping just at the edge. The city loomed below, a vast, sprawling network of lives that had nothing to do with him. He had ruled from the shadows, pulled the strings that dictated their futures. But in the end, was he truly any different from them?
 
The thought was fleeting. Irrelevant.
 
He lifted his gaze to the endless night sky, a smirk playing at his lips. If there was a god, they had been nothing more than an absent spectator. He had relied on no one. Built everything with his own hands. And now, at the final moment, he would make this choice himself.
 
The wind roared louder as he took one last breath, his smirk widening.
 
“Not a bad life,” he murmured, his voice lost to the void.
 
And then, he let go.
 
Darkness swallowed him whole.
 
The wind rushed past him, and for the briefest moment, he felt weightless. Free. The cold air stung his face, but it didn’t matter. His body felt light, almost as if it was no longer his to command. The city below, the life he had lived, everything seemed to fade away. There was no fear. No hesitation. Just peace.
 
He didn’t look back.
 
The final fall was faster than he had expected, the ground rushing up to meet him. But there was no fear. No regret. Only the stillness of the night and the echo of a life well lived. A life full of struggles and triumphs that had led him here. To this final moment.
 
And as he fell, he smiled once more.
 
As the ground approached, his thoughts slowed. The rush of wind, the lights of the city, the world he had known—all of it blurred into a haze. His body, for all its strength and resilience, could not fight the pull of gravity. Yet, there was no panic. No fear. No sense of impending doom. There was only the quiet certainty that this was the end, that it was time to let go.
 
And then, just as everything was about to shatter into oblivion, a strange sensation gripped him. It wasn’t physical—there was no pain, no discomfort. Instead, it was an overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of being pulled somewhere, like a current tugging him through an unseen river. His surroundings faded, the city’s skyline dissipating like smoke in the wind. He was falling still, but not through the air. He was drifting through something far more vast, far more mysterious.
 
Time, space, and reality seemed to warp around him. For a moment, Eren felt weightless, disconnected from the world he had known, as though he had ceased to exist in any tangible form.
 
And then... everything stopped.
 
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