Chapter 0 — Summary: Origin Zero

Before the heir, there was the Origin. Before the worlds, there was the idea. Before existence… there was non-existence.From this void was born Nerya, the Primordial Mother, the origin of all things. At her side existed Celeste, the Infinite Matrix, the one who contained everything without ever intervening. Then came Solen, the Pure Light, guardian of balance.Together, they gave birth to the planes, the gods, and the universes.But creation is never still. Pantheons were born, mythologies took shape, and worlds expanded.Then came war.A war too vast, too long, too violent.The gods bled. The demons invaded. Chaos attempted to swallow all of existence.The multiverse died.Then the Primordial Mother and Solen intervened. The demons were driven back into Hell. The evil gods were chained within Tartarus. The souls of the fallen gods were entrusted to the Wheel of Reincarnation.And Gaia, Mother Nature, fell asleep, exhausted, carried in the arms of the Origin.Then came rebirth.A new multiverse was born—vaster, wiser, separated by fictional barriers. Each primordial entity created its own multiverse: worlds of novels, manga, cartoons, and stories that had become real.Dimension 6 survived as a mythological legacy, visible yet distinct.And beyond all of this, Celeste continued to walk… until she no longer needed to.Today, Celeste travels.She no longer walks along an endless path. She navigates instead, her ship gently gliding between fiction and reality.On the deck, she sits comfortably, a bucket of popcorn in her hands. Cakes and drinks appear around her, offered by the Nexus of Ideas, always faithful.At her side stands Pillar Ex, silent and watchful, a living bridge between the worlds surrounding them.The crew watches as well.The Kunpeng slowly glides through the skies.The Azure Dragon follows the current of stories.The White Tiger stands guard.The Black Tortoise remembers.And the Whale—the one that devours stories—peacefully swims between the tales unfolding before them.A new story begins to unfold.The story of the Chosen One.Celeste smiles, grabs a few more pieces of popcorn, then turns toward you.— “This time,” she says softly, “I’m not walking. I’m watching… and so are you.”She points toward the horizon, where the first pages are being written.— “Make yourselves comfortable. The story begins now.”TO BE CONTINUED