A Presence Beyond the Stars

For thousands of years, something moved through the silent vastness of space—not drifting aimlessly, but waiting with a purpose older than time itself.

It did not burn like a meteor.

It did not fade like a comet.

It endured.

This was no celestial body. It was a spell—something unseen, something untouched by natural laws. It carried no visible force, yet within it rested something far more unsettling… a presence that did not belong to power, but existed beyond it.

A soul.

Ancient. Unknown. Unbound.

And now… after an eternity of waiting, it had chosen its destination.

Earth.

The Day the Sky Changed

The sky trembled.

It began as a fracture of light—thin at first, then widening, stretching across the heavens like a divine wound. Golden radiance spilled through it, pouring down upon the world as if reality itself had cracked open.

Cities fell still.

People stopped mid-step. Conversations died mid-word. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Phones rose instinctively, trembling hands capturing what eyes could barely comprehend.

A voice broke the silence, sharp with disbelief.

“What… is that thing in the sky?!”

Another followed, louder, trembling with excitement.    

“Record it! Record it! This is insane!”

But beneath the awe… there was fear.

A quieter voice whispered, almost lost in the chaos.

“This… doesn’t feel normal…”

Within minutes, the entire world was watching.

Screens lit up across nations. Signals crossed oceans. Humanity, for the first time in centuries, stood united—not in peace, but in wonder… and unease.

Rivals Awaken

Far from the noise of the world, inside the fortified walls of SSR  and ROS, silence shattered into urgency.

Screens flickered violently. Data streams overflowed.

A scientist at SSR leaned forward, voice tight with alarm.

“This unknown object just entered Earth’s atmosphere!”

Across the globe, inside ROS, another stared at the readings, his voice shaking.

“Its energy… it doesn’t match anything known!”

The realization struck both organizations at the same moment.

This was no ordinary discovery.

This was something beyond science… beyond understanding.

And whoever claimed it—

Would rise above the world.

The Shattering of the Unknown

As the spell descended, Earth’s gravity began to tear at its form.

A sharp sound pierced the air.

CRACK.

Like glass breaking under invisible pressure.

The golden mass trembled violently… then split apart.

Two pieces.

One—dense, heavy… alive—plunged deep into the mountains, vanishing into darkness as if the earth itself had swallowed it.

The other shattered into fragments, scattering across the land like fallen stars.

The impact shook the ground. Dust surged upward, swallowing the horizon.

Then—

Silence.

Race for the Fragments

The silence did not last.

Helicopters roared through the skies. Vehicles tore across roads. Both air and land surged with urgency.

Guided by social media signals and global broadcasts, scientists rushed toward the impact zones, driven by a hunger that blurred the line between curiosity and greed.

A researcher barked orders, his voice sharp with focus.

“Secure every fragment! Don’t leave anything behind!”

Another, eyes burning with ambition, muttered—

“This could change everything we know about science…”

Fragments were gathered, sealed, transported.

Inside laboratory chambers, under cold artificial light, examinations began.

And what they found…

Silenced them.

The fragments pulsed.

Not constantly. Not violently.

But once… like a heartbeat.

Alive.

Something changed in the room after that.

The air grew quieter. Movements became sharper. Thoughts… darker.

Midnight Discovery

Night fell over the world, but sleep did not reach everyone.

Inside SSR, one scientist remained awake, replaying the footage again and again.

His eyes narrowed with each repetition.

Then—he froze.

His breath slowed.

And realization struck.

“It… split… but the main part… it rolled deeper…”

Without another thought, he ran.

Zoick’s Decision

Inside a dimly lit office , the chairman sat , Zoick—silent, composed, watching the world unfold through layers of data.

The door burst open.

The scientist stumbled in, breath ragged.

“Sir… the main core… it’s still in the mountains!”

Zoick’s eyes gleamed faintly in the cold light.

A slow smile formed.

“Send someone. Now.”

The scientist turned to leave—

“Wait—”

He froze.

Zoick’s voice dropped, colder than before.

“Ignore protocols.”

The Retrieving

The mountain paths were lifeless. Hollow. Endless.

An employee from SSR stepped into the darkness, an axe gripped tightly in his hand, a faint beam of light cutting through the void from his head torch.

Each step echoed unnaturally, as if something deeper was listening.

He paused, leaning against the cold stone wall, trying to steady his breath. His hands trembled as he lit a cigarette.

Then—

Light.

Not from his torch.

From the darkness itself.

It flickered into existence, then pulsed violently.

Drawn by something he couldn’t understand, he moved toward it… slowly… carefully.

And there it was.

A broken spell.

Within it—something moved.

A presence. A soul.

His eyes widened, caught between fear and awe. Carefully, using an auridite stick, he secured the spell inside a reinforced container.

He turned to leave.

Then—

A low growl echoed.

Not distant.

Not fading.

Close.

Watching.

His body stiffened. Sweat slid down his temple.

The ground trembled.

A deep rumble followed—as if the mountain itself was about to collapse.

He ran.

Not thinking. Not stopping.

Only one instinct remained—

Escape.

The First Reaction

Back in the lab, machines hummed relentlessly. Scanners pulsed. Data flowed.

At the center of it all—

The fragment rested.

Still. Silent.

Dead… at first glance.

Scientists surrounded it, running test after test. Nothing responded.

Frustration grew.

One of them slammed his hand down, voice breaking.

“Argh! What is this thing?!”

He reached for a bottle of water—

Then froze.

His eyes widened.

Nearby, another scientist stepped closer to the fragment.

And it—

Glowed.

Just slightly.

Almost as if…

It noticed him.

The Experiment Begins

Inside the main chamber, Zoick stood watching, his interest sharpening.

The head scientist spoke carefully.

“Sir… it reacts differently to each person.”

Zoick’s lips curved faintly.

“Yeah… I can see it. Then let’s see who it likes.”

He turned, his voice cutting through the room.

“Dr. Kwan… begin human testing.”

Dr. Kwan lowered his head.

“Yes, sir.”

The Price of Curiosity

One by one, scientists stepped forward.

The moment they approached, the spell reacted.

Violently.

Energy pulsed outward. The air twisted unnaturally.

Zoick observed without flinching.

“Keep the ones it reacts to… separate.”

Then he stepped closer, his voice absolute.

“Touch it.”

They hesitated.

But obedience overcame fear.

And then—

Chaos.

Energy exploded in blinding waves. Screams tore through the chamber.

“AAAHHHH—!!”

Bodies collapsed. Some burned. Some… did not survive.

When it ended—

Silence returned.

But this time, it carried weight.

The Man Who Didn’t Fear It

The room reeked of fear.

But Zoick walked forward.

Dr. Kwan’s voice shook.

“Sir… what are you doing?!”

Zoick raised his hand.

Silence obeyed.

Step by step, he approached the spell.

And then—

It reacted.

Not violently.

Not wildly.

But calmly.

As if it recognized him.

As if it… accepted him.

Zoick smiled.

The Birth of Obsession

Something changed in his eyes.

This was no longer about research. No longer about rivalry.

This was personal.

His voice dropped into a whisper.

“This power… belongs to me.”

He turned, clenching his fist.

“Prepare the experiment.”

A pause.

Then, with absolute certainty—

“ I’ll do it myself.”

Fear spread through the room like a shadow.

But Zoick…

Only smiled.

The Beginning of Something Unforgivable

Far beyond Earth…

Across unknown realms…

In a ruined land where nothing lived—

Inside a dark cave—

A pair of eyes opened.

Alive.

Watching.

Waiting.

Then—

They burned with fury.

A fury that rejected existence itself.

As if something had awakened… that should have never been touched.

The Boy Who Always Chose Others

Morning sunlight poured gently over the schoolyard, wrapping everything in a warmth so ordinary it felt safe. Laughter echoed near the buses, light and careless, as students argued over snacks and music like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

Among them stood a boy, our protagonist — “ Sang–Jaey” .

He wasn’t the loudest. Not the strongest. Not the kind people noticed first.

But he was so kind that people trusted him without knowing why.

A classmate rushed past and bumped into him, nearly losing balance.

“Ah! Sorry, Sang!”

Sang-Jaey steadied him with a small, calm smile.

“It’s okay. You didn’t fall, so we’re good.”

Nearby, a girl struggled with a heavy bag filled with picnic supplies. Before she could even ask for help, Sang-Jaey had already lifted it onto his shoulder.

She blinked in surprise.

“You don’t have to carry everything!”

He chuckled softly, as if it meant nothing.

“It’s fine. If I carry it, you can enjoy the trip.”

The teacher clapped loudly, his voice cutting through the chatter.

“Alright everyone! The buses are ready. Our mountain picnic starts now!”

Cheers rose into the air.

No one realized… the mountain they were heading toward had already become something else.

It was no longer just a place, but the center of something unknown.

A place where fate had already begun to wait.

A Message Hidden Inside the Spell

Far beneath the surface of the world, inside the cold depths of SSR Lab, the air felt heavy with tension.

Machines hummed endlessly. Screens flickered with restless streams of data.

At the center of it all lay the fragment.

Broken. Sharp. Glass-like.

Alive.

Its faint glow painted the faces of the scientists in unnatural light.

A scientist leaned closer to the monitor as the scanning system slowly began decoding the symbols etched into the fragment.

The room grew silent.

Lines of text appeared—fragmented, incomplete… yet intentional.

A scientist’s voice trembled.

“Doctor… it’s not natural.”

Dr. Kwan’s gaze sharpened.

“What do you mean?”

The scientist pointed at the screen, unease spreading across his face.

“This object wasn’t formed by natural or  cosmic forces…”

A pause filled the room, thick and suffocating.

Then the truth slipped out, quiet and terrifying.

“It was made.”

Murmurs spread.

Someone… somewhere… had created this.

And sent it across the universe.

The machine beeped again.

More symbols aligned. More meaning formed.

The message appeared slowly, like something struggling to be understood.

“The savior of worlds… and the savior… and the savior contains a mar… T-blood…”

Silence fell.

Dr. Kwan stared at the incomplete message, his mind racing through possibilities that made no sense.

A savior. A mark. T-blood.

Who… was it meant for?

The Search for Rare Blood

Dr. Kwan straightened, his voice cutting cleanly through the tension.

“Dr. Shine.”

She turned instantly.

“Yes, Doctor?”

He gestured toward the glowing message.

“Begin a global database search.”

She hesitated slightly.

“For what exactly?”

His eyes hardened with quiet certainty.

“For rare blood types.”

The room stirred again.

Dr. Shine’s fingers moved rapidly across the console.

“If the message refers to a specific genetic marker… we might be able to locate a match.”

Dr. Kwan folded his arms, his gaze locked onto the fragment.

His voice dropped, almost to himself.

“If this object crossed the universe just to reach Earth…”

A shadow passed through his eyes.

“Then someone here must be the key… someone it was destined for.”

A Picnic Beneath the Same sky

Hours later, the mountains echoed with laughter instead of machine noise.

The buses had arrived. Students spilled out, stretching, breathing in the cool air, their excitement filling the space between trees and sunlight.

Everything felt alive. Carefree.

Sang-Jaey sat quietly on a rock, his lunchbox resting in his hands, watching the others run and laugh.

A friend nudged him playfully.

“Why are you sitting there like an old man? Come play!”

Sang-Jaey smiled faintly, eyes drifting toward the endless view.

“I’m enjoying the view.”

The wind moved softly through the trees. Birds sang above.

For a moment… the world felt perfect.

Then—

A thunderous sound tore through the sky.The ground trembled violently beneath their feet. Shockwaves rippled through the air.

Laughter vanished.The sky twisted.As if something unseen had ripped reality apart.

A massive tear opened above the mountain—a swirling vortex of darkness spreading across the heavens.

The wind roared.

And fear… followed.

The Monster from Beyond

From the heart of the portal, something began to descend.

Not human. Not anything known.

Its body resembled a distorted figure, its form bending unnaturally, muscles shifting beneath dark, unnatural skin. Its eyes burned—not with rage alone, but with awareness.

Intelligence.

The moment it touched the ground… the air recoiled.

The creature lifted its head slowly, scanning the world.

It could feel something.

A presence. Unknown. Dangerous.

And somewhere on this planet.

Humans.

Its expression twisted.

A low growl escaped its throat.

“Grrrr…”

Then—

It moved.

A single swing of its arm sent fleeing hikers crashing through the air like broken leaves.

Screams shattered the mountain’s peace.

Students ran in every direction.

Teachers shouted desperately.

“Run! Everyone run to the bus!”

Chaos swallowed everything.

The Choice of a Hero

Sang-Jaey ran.

His heart pounded wildly, breath breaking with every step. Fear gripped him tightly as the monster tore through everything behind him.

No one could stop it. No one could fight it.

Then—

A small figure fell.

A boy, too slow, too scared—collapsed onto the dirt path.

The monster saw him.Its shadow stretched over the child like a death sentence.

Its arm rose.

Ready to strike.

People kept running.

No one turned back.

No one… except one.

Sang-Jaey stopped.

His body trembled. His mind screamed at him to run.

But another voice rose within him.

Clear.

Unavoidable.

If he kept running… that boy would die.

His fists clenched.

His breath shook.

And then, quietly—

He whispered to himself,

“…I can’t ignore this.”

In that moment, fear didn’t disappear.

It simply lost.

Sang-Jaey turned.

And ran.

Not away.

But toward the monster.

Toward death. Faster.

“ Come on!”

He muttered under his breath. Toward something far greater than himself— something he couldn’t yet understand.

Toward the moment… that would change the fate of the world.

Courage Standing Against the Impossible

The mountain that once held laughter now trembled under violence. Wind tore through the trees, carrying dust and fragments of broken earth into the air. What remained of peace had already been erased.

At the center of it all stood — Sang - Jaey. A boy who should have run for his life. But he refused it.

Before him loomed the Humankind Monster—its presence twisting the air itself. Every movement it made felt unnatural, as if reality resisted its existence.

And yet to the terrified witnesses watching from afar, the battle looked unreal.

Sang-Jaey moved. The monster moved.

Their clash blurred the space between seconds, turning time into something unstable.

From a distance, the survivors watched in silence that felt heavier than screams. Scientists, teachers, students—none of them could look away.

A human boy… standing against something that should not exist.

Then realization struck one of the scientists like ice through his veins. The battlefield was shifting.

Closer.

Closer to the laboratory.

His voice broke through the chaos—

“Doctor… the fight… it’s moving toward the lab!”

Dr. Kwan reacted instantly, his expression hardening into urgency.

“If that creature reaches the spell, we have no idea what might happen—go, bring that!”

A scientist didn’t hesitate. He ran. 

He sprinted toward the lab with everything he had, across the battlefield, through empty corridors. Through flickering lights. Through the weight of something unseen watching him.

Inside the chamber, the fragment rested— the  spell. Glowing. Breathing. Alive.

His hands trembled as he reached for it.

“Please… don’t react now.”

He grabbed it carefully and rushed back towards the others.

But as he carried it back—toward the battlefield—

The spell awakened. Its glow pulsed violently. As if it had sensed something. Or someone.

A Race Against Time

Inside the silent remains of the laboratory, another discovery was about to be made. Dr. Shine stood frozen before the screen — displaying the result across the monitor.

The results did not change. No matter how many times she checked.

Her voice trembled with disbelief—

“This… this can’t be real.”

The global blood database had finished its search.

The message from the spell had led them to something impossible, the mysterious blood type mentioned in the decoded message had been identified.

Two results—only two in the entire world.

She grabbed the data tablet and rushed out, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

 “I have to tell them immediately.”

But when she reached the main room— 

Silence.

Empty chairs. Idle machines. No one.

Her brows tightened in confusion.

“Where did everyone go…?”

Unaware of the storm outside, she moved deeper into the facility, chasing answers that were already unfolding beyond the walls.

A Body Breaking, A Will Unbroken

Outside, the battle had turned merciless.

Sang-Jaey’s breath came in broken gasps. His body trembled with exhaustion, barely holding itself together. Cuts covered his skin , blood ran down his arms, staining the ground beneath him.

Still— He stood.

The monster watched him, its head tilting slightly, studying the weakness creeping into him.

Then it spoke, its voice low, almost amused—

“Grrr… do you think yourself a hero?”

Before the words could fade, with terrifying speed it lunged forward and then — it struck.

Sang raised his arms to block — too late.

The impact crashed into the Sang-Jaey gut like the weight of the mountain itself.

His body flew across the rocky ground, slamming into the ground with a force that shattered stone and sent dust exploding into the air.

For a moment—

Nothing moved.

Then the dust settled.

Sang-Jaey lay broken.

His skin was torn. His body was shaking. Blood covering his face.

His left eye— gone.

The monster approached slowly, its victory already decided.

“Grrrr… pathetic human!”

But then—

A movement.

Small.

Impossible.

Sang-Jaey’s fingers pressed into the dirt. His body trembled violently as he forced himself upward.

Step by step.

Breath by breath.

He rose again.

And through blood and pain, his voice barely held together—

“I… can’t fall yet…”

The Spell Chooses Its Bearer

The scientist reached the edge of the battlefield, clutching the fragment tightly.

But it was no longer still.

As it came closer to Sang-Jaey . It shook violently in his hands, its glow erupting like lightning trapped within glass.

His voice cracked with fear—

“I can’t hold it! It’s reacting to something!”

Then—

It burst free.

The spell slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the ground.

At the same moment—

The monster raised its arm.

The final strike.

Its roar tore through the air—

“GRAAAAH!”

The shadow fell over Sang-Jaey.

Death descended.

But just before the blow could land— He moved.

His hand shot up, gripping the monster’s arm with desperate strength.

Blood streamed down his face.

And then— Something changed.

The eye that had been destroyed… opened.

From beneath the blood the pupil slowly emerged — it returned. Not as before. But different.

Both of his eyes began to shift. One burned with deep crimson. The other swallowed light into a dark, endless black.

The monster froze.

For the first time—

It felt fear. Real fear.

Its voice faltered, almost breaking—

“…Grr… what?”

It stared into Sang-Jaey’s gaze as if it had seen something ancient.

Something forbidden.

The Punch That Shattered the Monster

For a heartbeat, the world held still. The monster hesitated. And Sang-Jaey took that moment.

He moved forward, gathering everything left within him—every ounce of strength, every fragment of will. 

His voice erupted from deep within him—

“GET AWAY FROM HERE!”

His fist struck.

The impact exploded outward. The ground cracked. The air shattered.

The monster’s body launched backward, thrown across rocks and debris like something broken beyond repair.

It crashed. And remained there. Half-dead.

Sang-Jaey stood for a moment longer, his body swaying as exhaustion consumed him. His breathing was uneven, fragile. Every eye— and every phone camera—  was locked on him.

Then his eyes found something— The spell lay quietly on the ground, calling to him.

He stepped forward slowly, reaching out his hand— and collapsed before he could touch it.

The Truth Revealed

At that same moment, Dr. Shine emerged into the chaos outside.

“Why is everyone here?”

She mutters herself and shouts out that her voice cut through everything—

“I found him!”

The scientists turned instantly.

Dr. Kwan stepped forward, urgency sharp in his tone as shouted

 “Found who?”

She raised the tablet, her breath still uneven.

“The blood type from the message… the one mentioned in the spell.”

Silence tightened around them.

She continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her words—

“The search revealed only two people in the entire world with this blood. But I can’t say with certainty that they have T-blood.”

A scientist leaned forward.

“Who are they?”

Dr. Shine answered slowly—

“One is an old man over a hundred years old.”

Disappointment spread quickly. One of the scientists’ eyes gleamed with both hope and disappointment as he whispered,

“Then this discovery is useless, what if the other one is also an old being?!”

Another voice interrupted sharply—

“Let her speak! What about the second person?”

Dr. Shine didn’t answer immediately.

Her gaze had already moved.

To the battlefield.

To the destroyed mountain.

To the fallen monster.

And then—

To the boy lying unconscious in the dirt.

She pointed.

Her voice quiet, but unshakable—

“First tell me something. What happened here?”

No one spoke.

Her eyes sharpened.

“Who is the boy lying on the ground? What is that thing lying over there?”

Dr. Kwan answered, his voice heavy with realization—

“He’s the one who fought that  monster.”

Something shifted in her expression.

Urgency returned.

“Turn him over . You all saw him… I want to see his face too. .”

They obeyed.

Carefully, they turned him.

The moment she saw him—

Her breath stopped.

Her voice broke into a whisper—

“It’s him…!”

The Mark Revealed Beneath the Storm

At that exact moment. The sky answered.

Thunder roared across the mountains, shaking the air itself. Lightning tore through the clouds, striking a tree nearby and setting blaze across the branches, shrubs, bushes,and thickets across the battlefield.

Then came the rain. Heavy. Relentless.

It poured over the battlefield, washing away blood, dirt, and ash.

Flames roared as each drop of water poured from the sky. 

And slowly—

Sang-Jaey’s face was revealed.

Dr. Shine stared, unable to look away.

Because beneath the fading blood—

Something appeared.

A symbol. Etched into his cheek. Not painted. Not scarred.

Born into him.

Her voice trembled with awe as the truth surfaced—

“We found him…the bearer! He’s the second one… who had the rare blood, I found on a global database.”

Lightning flashed again.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to pause. Illuminating the boy. The mark. The beginning.

As if the storm itself had descended to witness the awakening of something the world was never meant to see.