Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: Shadows of 9033KT

Multiverse: The Story of Chaos

Arc 1 – The Universe 9033KT

Chapter 1: Shadows of 9033KT Location: Munich, Germany

A rain-soaked universe on the edge of collapse. Where neon cities rot beneath thunderclouds, and secrets are buried in cold concrete.

Somewhere, tucked behind crumbling skyscrapers and digital illusions, sat a crooked three-story building that didn't exist on any map. A private lab stitched together with rusted metal and salvaged tech, humming with strange energy. And inside it, surrounded by blinking consoles and half-broken gadgets, stood a man—barefoot, goggled, grinning like he knew the ending to a joke no one else had heard yet.

Dr. Yuvraj. Or, as he called himself, Chrono-Lord Yuvraj, Breaker of Time Loops, Destroyer of Bureaucracy, and Wielder of the Infinite Vortex. Delusional? Probably. Genius? Without a doubt.

His black hair was a frizzy, gravity-defying mess, streaked with ink and flecks of melted circuitry. Golden eyes burned beneath cracked lenses as he adjusted a floating hologram of spinning gears and multiverse nodes.

“Yes... yes… Version 7 of the Chrono-Egg should withstand 0.05% of paradox backlash,” he muttered, nodding violently. “Which means it will only destroy one or two timelines. Acceptable losses. Heh… heh… excellent.”

He reached into his lab coat—an absolute disaster of wires, stains, and torn fabric—and pulled out a candy bar.

“Reward time,” he announced to the air.

CRACK-BOOM.

The sky split open.

Sirens screamed. Floodlights lit up the windows like judgment day had arrived.

He froze.

Then smiled.

“They’ve come… the Organization.”

The doors exploded. Armed soldiers in black armor poured into the lab.

“Hands where we can see them!” one barked. “You're under arrest for unauthorized dimension manipulation!”

Yuvraj raised both hands dramatically.

“Hah! So the shadow dogs finally bare their fangs. But you’re too late! My backup personalities have already uploaded themselves to the Forbidden Cloud!”

He was on the floor three seconds later, writhing under the stun baton’s crackling current.

High above, on a nearby rooftop, another man watched.

A figure wrapped in shadow and storm. Cloaked in black, muscles tight beneath armor woven from future tech. His eyes glowed faintly beneath a hood. Calculating. Cold.

He was here to save the scientist before it was too late.

---The prison was built underground—dark, echoing, brutal.

Inside an interrogation room, Yuvraj sat cuffed, bruised but unfazed.

“Heh… So this is how it ends. Betrayed by entropy… but not defeated.” He leaned forward and whispered, “Do you smell that? That’s the scent of time unraveling.”

A soldier sighed. “This guy’s cracked.”

“No,” Yuvraj said, grinning wide. “I’m the only one who’s awake. I’ve seen the cosmic tapestry. I’ve talked to the backup soul of my toothbrush. I know things your linear brain can’t even—”

CRACK! A punch to the gut cut him off.

The soldiers stepped back as sparks flickered in the hallway. The lights dimmed.

Then died.

A single shape emerged in the corridor—silent, deliberate, dangerous.

Soldiers raised their weapons. None fired fast enough.

One by one, they dropped—knocked out, electrocuted, disarmed by flashes of blue light and streaks of movement that defied physics.

The cloaked figure stepped through the smoke and sparks, weapon humming in his hand.

He looked at the scientist.

Yuvraj stared back, eyes wide.

“…Whoa,” he whispered. “Am I dead? Or is this… is this me?”

The cloaked man sliced through the cuffs with a flick of his wrist. “Get up.”

“This is so cool,” the scientist whispered. “I knew I had a cooler version of myself hiding in the shadows! Tell me—are you me from a future where I become a ninja overlord with cybernetic limbs?”

The cloaked one just turned. “No time. We move.”

Together, they sprinted through the burning corridor.

Yuvraj laughed like a madman the whole way.

---

Outside, the rain had returned. Helicopters scanned rooftops.

The cloaked MC slammed a button on his wrist. A portal burst open—violet lightning tearing space apart.

The scientist paused at the edge.

“You know… I always imagined being rescued by myself would feel weirder. But this… this is actually kinda inspiring.”

The cloaked MC turned to him slowly, then pulled down his hood.

Golden eyes met golden eyes.

“…We’re not all mad, you know,” he said.

The scientist chuckled. “Speak for yourself, Time Phantom.”