In the dawn of time, when the world was still a primordial soup, two forces emerged from the void. One was a radiant being of pure light, whose brilliance outshone a thousand suns combined. The other was a malevolent entity of utter chaos and destruction, whose very presence seemed to darken the skies.

These two titans, locked in eternal balance, ruled the cosmos with an iron fist. The being of light reigned supreme by day, while the being of darkness stalked the shadows by night. But as mortals evolved, they grew to fear the darkness, for it reflected the evil and wickedness that lurked within their own hearts. They adored the light, for it brought them warmth and comfort.

As the ages passed, the darkness was forsaken, its power waning with each passing day. The light, now a beacon of hope, grew stronger with every prayer and every sacrifice. And so, in a cataclysmic clash, the light defeated the darkness, sealing it away in the void.

But the darkness did not perish. It waited, patient and calculating, for the perfect moment to strike. And when it did, the world would burn...

Elsewhere, in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, a mysterious figure sat on a throne, watching the unfolding drama with interest. His eyes, like cosmic orbs, reflected the image of a young man, lying in a pool of blood amidst the wreckage of a car accident.

The figure smiled, a slow, deliberate smile. "So it begins..." He snapped his fingers, and the young man's body was enveloped in a dark, pulsating glow. The figure leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"This should be interesting indeed... I look forward to your performance, Ben HaChoshech..."

Author's Note

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This novel is centered on the idea people have about the darkness always being corrupt and evil while the light was always good. As you read, you'll wonder whether what you think is good and right is actually as it seems. You'll wonder if what we praise and adore in our eyes is really what is good and what we should follow. And what we think is right is what is what is right. If you live some good ol fantasy with a lot of twits and suspense, you've found you haven. Delve right into these chapters to see how this plot unravels, how somethings in our blood never go away, and how truly fragile the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds are. Well then, unto the next chapter then. Bye

In the vast expanse of the universe, a planet similar to Earth teemed with life. Once a single stretch of land, this world eventually divided into seven continents, each home to fantastical creatures unique to its environment. From the proud and elusive Elves of the forests to the Dwarves who dwelled deep within the mountains; Humans who built astonishing cities; Giants whose footsteps sent tremors across the land; mighty Dragons who soared through the skies, claiming them as their domain; and the mesmerizing yet terrifying beings that ruled the deep sea—these races all lived on this world and worshipped a higher power.

The God of Light, whose brilliance was said to outshine a thousand suns, was revered as the epitome of greatness and compassion. His name was Or HaGanuz. Mortals adored him, often sharing tales of his legendary battle with Tohu va-Vohu, the God of Chaos and Darkness.

Over time, a sacred tradition emerged: every fifty years, on the middle day of the middle month, a vessel for the God of Light would be chosen. This event—known as Yom Ha’Ohr—allowed the deity to descend into the mortal realm through a chosen host, spreading healing and glory. From across the continents, worthy individuals were selected for the honor of becoming a Divine Vessel… a tradition that continued into the present era.

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…21st Century…

In a vast, bustling city where the lines between good and evil blurred with every passing second, the headquarters of the world’s largest conglomerate loomed—a monumental skyscraper whose tinted glass reflected the city without apology. On the topmost floor, a man stood in a dimly lit office, staring down at the world below. His sharp, golden pupils glowed faintly in the darkness, watching everything with cold indifference.

A knock interrupted the silence. Without turning, he said, “Come in.”

A woman entered, holding a stack of documents. Before she could speak, he motioned her closer. She hesitated, trembling as she approached. He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and muttered, “… Sigh… What an eyesore.”

Before she could react, her head separated from her neck. Her body collapsed soundlessly to the floor. Unfazed, the man frowned at the blood that had splattered across his hand.

“Yue. Clean this up and bring me a wet towel,” he said, his voice flat.

From the shadows, a figure emerged, handed him a towel, and dragged the body away. He wiped his hand with no change in expression, then calmly returned to reviewing his documents.

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Meanwhile, on another continent, tragedy struck.

A black Maybach lay crushed between two trucks. In the back seat, an eighteen-year-old young man bled heavily from a deep wound on his forehead. Rescuers arrived, pulling him out and laying him on the asphalt as they screamed for an ambulance.

He was still conscious—barely—his vision hazy as unbearable pain racked his body. Each breath felt like torture. His mind drifted through the events that had led him here: a reckless life as the spoiled heir of one of the continent’s most powerful organizations. He had wasted his days on alcohol, women, and delinquent friends—useful to no one except for his money.

A week earlier, he’d arranged generous inheritances for those same friends, thinking they cared about him. Instead, they betrayed him, plotting to exploit his wealth and discard him. Furious, he’d driven off to clear his mind… and now here he was.

He managed a weak smile.

At least I didn’t die in a hospital… It’s still somewhat acceptable…

As his final breath approached, something strange occurred. A swirling darkness materialized before him. He forced his eyes open.

“Who…?” he whispered.

“Listen, mortal,” a voice echoed. “Make a deal with this One. I will save your life. In exchange… you will become my Vessel.”

The young man stared, certain it was a hallucination. He gave a soft, broken laugh, coughed blood, and rasped, “Deal.”

The darkness surged into his body. The pain vanished.

He blacked out.

In another corner of the vast multiverse, there exists a planet much like Earth—except it is three times larger, and its inhabitants seem to have been ripped straight from the pages of a fantasy novel. Majestic Dragons, colossal Giants, elusive Elves, graceful Fairies, Mankind, and countless other races thrive on this world called Terra. Terra is divided into seven continents: Zhilakai, the Land of Golden Sands; Gelrakoth, the Frost Realm; Kraelion, the Dragon’s Domain; Aqualuna, the Moonlit Waters; Vryshire, the Mystic Woods; Septentrion, the Northern Lights; and Terraverde, the Green Land. As ages passed, these races advanced—so much so that their technology performed feats once considered miraculous. Yet through all their achievements, their belief in the Brilliance and Light never faded.

It is the year 2060, and on the continent of Terraverde, fate began to shift. In the capital city of Hanag, inside the finest medical facility—Spring Hospital—a young man sat upright in a VIP ward. His name was Nox Everwood, and he was currently staring at the window like his life depended on it. At a glance, he looked calm. But his skin glistened with sweat, and his hands trembled slightly.

A beautiful nurse stood beside him taking notes, but he refused to look at her. Instead, he kept his gaze locked on the window. Don’t look, Nox. Don’t. Freaking. Look. He stared so intensely one would think he was trying to crack a divine riddle.

“Um… Mr. Arur, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Nox stiffened. If he didn’t turn around, he’d seem suspicious. If he did turn around… well… Damn it. He slowly turned his head—and instantly regretted everything. To normal people, the nurse was a cute brunette with a gentle smile. To Nox? She looked like a giant caterpillar with a human face and tiny human arms. His soul attempted to ascend, but he kept a poker face.

The moment she exited the room, he collapsed back into his bed and nearly sobbed with relief. Ever since he woke up from a car accident a week ago, he had been seeing horrific things. The first time he opened his eyes and saw something standing behind the physician, he immediately pretended to lose consciousness again. Life was easier with his eyes closed.

“When will you stop behaving like a child and get used to it? Tch. How annoying.”

Nox twitched. He glared toward the window. Floating there, as always, was a small swirling mass of darkness. It drifted lazily as if boredom was its default state. It had appeared the day Nox woke up. Claimed to be a god. Nox assumed he was hallucinating—except hallucinations didn’t follow you from room to room like unpaid interns.

Eventually, Nox reached two conclusions: One: this was all real. Two: he was extremely high. Being in a hospital made option two less likely. His coping method? Let the mass of darkness rant about “power” while he internally screamed. And whenever it insisted he get stronger, Nox always said: “Why would I need to do that when I can just pay someone else to do it for me?”

Today, though, was different.

“You know, human,” the darkness began, “you should have died more than a week ago. But since One used One’s power to keep your pathetic body alive, you’re still breathing… for now.”

Nox narrowed his eyes. “…What do you mean by that?”

The darkness drifted to the floor. “Human bodies are far too fragile. Even a trace of One’s power would destroy you. But because we are bound by contract, you can wield One’s power—but at a price.”

Nox waited.

“If you try to use One’s power without stored Ruach Ra’ah, your body will deteriorate… and eventually perish.”

Nox stared at it. “…Then I just won’t use the power. Simple.”

“AHAHAHAHA! Foolish mortal!”

The darkness shook in laughter. “Haa… listen carefully. Every second you remain alive, you are using One’s power to sustain your damaged body. As long as you breathe, you cannot stop using it.”

Nox’s expression went blank with horror. “…What is Ruach Ra’ah?”

“Oh, now you’re curious?” The darkness swirled smugly. “Ruach Ra’ah is energy born from wicked thoughts, dark impulses, and malevolent actions. It takes form as the creatures you see crawling around. Only One, One’s Vessels, and very rare individuals can absorb it.”

Nox froze as the truth hit him. “…So you’re saying I need to absorb those things?”

“Exactly!”

“NO. Absolutely not!”

“Tsk. Either that… or you die. Choose.”

Nox clutched his head as the memory of the caterpillar-nurse resurfaced. He nearly gagged.

“…What… who even ARE you?!’

The room temperature plummeted. Shadows twisted violently around the floating darkness.

“Hear Me, child,” it intoned. “You must not speak One’s true name lightly.”

Its form expanded, the air trembling. “I am the God of Chaos and Darkness… the Ruler of the Unknown. The name you are permitted to speak…”

The shadows condensed into a single swirling core. “…is Veil.”

It hovered closer, voice deepening. “And you… you are My Apostle.”

Nox blinked once. “…What?”