Year, 1898
On a sunny day, in a quiet vegetable field, a man could be seen working, planting crops. He was bent over, pushing seedlings into the soil one by one. After finishing the batch in his hands, he stood up and stretched, straightening his back with a tired sigh.
"Haa... looks like this year’s going to be a hot one," he muttered, patting his back and glancing up at the sun, which was blazing brightly overhead.
But then, something strange happened—something impossible. Out of nowhere, a second sun appeared in the sky. It was much smaller than the first, but there was no mistaking it.
"Huh? What is that...?" he said, stunned.
He stood frozen, staring at the new light. But the shock didn’t last long. The small sun began to move—no, fall. It was dropping from the sky like a fireball.
"No..." he whispered, and then his eyes widened as realization hit. "That’s not a damn sun—it’s a meteor!"
Without wasting another second, he turned and sprinted as fast as he could, not looking back, not thinking, just running with everything he had.
But it was already too late.
The meteor had entered Earth’s atmosphere and was falling fast. In less than ten seconds—
BOOM
The impact shook the earth. A shockwave tore through the field and threw the man off his feet.
"Ahhhh!" he screamed in fear and pain as he hit the ground.
Somehow, miraculously, he was still alive. He was bleeding and bruised, but thankfully, no bones were broken.
"Ugh..." he groaned, forcing himself up from the dirt. Through the pain, he looked toward the crash site—and saw it.
A massive crater, easily a hundred meters wide, had formed in the field.
Limping, the man began walking toward it, each step slow and shaky.
Finally, he reached the edge of the crater. And what he saw in the center took his breath away leaving him speechless.
There, in the middle, stood a man.
No... calling him a "man" didn’t seem right. He was a beast. A monster. Towering at ten feet tall, his tattered clothes were soaked in blood. One of his arms was missing, severed cleanly at the shoulder. Golden hair fell across his face, hiding it—but not enough to hide the golden eyes that glowed with confusion and fury.
’A monster... no, he looks human. But why is he so big? And how the hell did he survive falling from the sky?!’ the farmer thought in disbelief, his body trembling as he held his injured arm, staring down into the crater.
"Who... are yo...u..." the golden-haired man’s voice was hoarse, His words broken—just like the rest of him.
"No," he said again before the farmer could answer.
His glowing golden eyes scanned the surroundings slowly. Then, he looked down at his one remaining arm, clenching and unclenching his fist several times.
"No..." he whispered quietly, then
That quiet voice rose. His rage boiled.
"NO. NO. NO. NO. NO! This can’t be happening!" he roared. His face twisted—not just with anger, but confusion, betrayal, and grief.
"He’s dead," he said, voice cracking. "I can’t feel my power. Not even my blessing..."
The more he spoke, the more he realized—and the more his fury built.
"How could you..." he growled, trying to hold back the storm inside him. But he failed miserably at that.
"Curse you..."
"CURSE YOU, FIRST BROTHER! CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU TILL THE END OF THE UNIVERSE! CURSE YOU TILL THE DEATH OF MYSELF! CURSE YOU TILL THE END OF EXISTENCE!!" he screamed into the sky.
His voice was so loud that the man standing on the crater’s edge had to cover his ears or risk losing his hearing.
What the man didn’t realize was that he was lucky—unbelievably lucky—that the golden-haired being had lost his powers. If he hadn’t... the entire world could’ve been reduced to dust with just a casual wave of his hand.
But now, even his rage filled wave of hand couldn’t do anything, but the golden man’s rage still had weight.
"AHHHHHHH!" he roared, slamming his one hand into the ground.
BOOM
The crater, once 100 meters wide, exploded outward to 500 meters. The farmer at the edge vanished—most likely dead. But the golden-haired man didn’t care. He struck the ground again, blind with fury.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed again.
Even though he had lost his Prana—his lifelong, cultivated power—his body remained strong. His bloodline, that of a dragon, still pulsed within him. Injured as he was, he remained a being capable of erasing continents.
"Why..." he whispered.
After the destruction, he dropped to his knees. Rain began to fall. The sky, once sunny and clear, had turned dark and stormy.
Raindrops washed the blood and dirt from his face, revealing a muscular, strikingly handsome face. Around his golden eyes, tiny golden scales shimmered in the wet light—but those eyes now looked hollow. Empty.
Then, the sky lit up once more.
Dozens of small suns—no, more meteors—appeared overhead. They fell toward Earth, and soon, explosions echoed across the globe.
The golden-haired man stayed where he was, kneeling in silence, unmoving.
And that day, in the year 1898, Earth was thrown into chaos and evolution—changing the world