All Chapters of THE PRIMORDIAL WHEEL OF TIME: Chapter 1
- Chapter 8
8 chapters
chapter 0: The birth of an Overlord
At 9 p.m., a pale-looking woman with a dark mark around her neck and a swollen stomach lay on the sofa of her 3rd-floor apartment, three buildings away from the road. Her empire-waist dress clung tightly to her body. With her left hand she clutched her belly, her gaze locked on the door. At this very moment, she should have been in the hospital. After all, she was pregnant. A sharp wave of pain ripped through her, forcing a scream. “Ouch! Ah!” Her voice climbed higher, louder, echoing into the corridor beyond her door. She stared at it with desperate intensity, willing anyone who passed along the 3rd floor to hear her agony. I should have known better when I saw the time. There was no need to wait for him any longer. My stubbornness has put me in this predicament. And yet… even now, I still hope he will walk through this door. What is taking my husband so long? She thought She shook her head, sweat clinging to her hair, and screamed again. “Ouch! Ah!” Please. Anybody. No matter
chapter 1: Blood reapers 1
The world whispered of an organization cloaked in silence, one whose tendrils spread across every nation like veins beneath the skin. They were called the Blood Reapers, an enigmatic order that thrived in darkness. Every country held one of their headquarters, yet few could even imagine the sinister truth of what went on inside. Their purpose? Blood. Not merely samples, but the very essence of life itself—extracted, stolen, hoarded. What they did with it remained a mystery, but every drop carried a weight of terror. One such headquarters lay buried deep beneath the government’s own residence. A labyrinth of cold stone chambers stretched under the feet of unsuspecting officials, and tonight, its walls would tremble with the whispers of a secret meeting. Yet, above ground, on the sunlit veranda of the same government residence, life played out in startling contrast. Afternoon on the Veranda It was one o’clock. Every day at this exact time, Theodor and Zarch played their daily game
chapter 2: Blood reapers 2
The afternoon sun spilled over the cobblestone paths of Azurh Academy campus in a warm, golden hue. A fourteen-year-old boy with a well-built frame and fair complexion strolled leisurely down the path. His tough skin glistened faintly, and his bright blue eyes shone like the sea. “I think I spend too much time reading,” he muttered to himself. “It should already be past two p.m.”Then he felt a strange unease creeping over him. “Why does it feel like someone’s looking at me?” he whispered, glancing around. Whoosh. At first, he thought it was just his imagination—but no. “Did this kid just see me?” a voice hissed from the shadows. I will take action now. He thought. Then __ A dagger sliced through the air toward him. It was unexpected, but Roso reacted instinctively, blocking the attack. Perhaps it was that unsettling feeling earlier that made him ready. Though Roso knew he hadn’t offended anyone, his mind raced. Who could it be? Did I anger someone’s older brother because I ou
chapter 3: A Reclusive Move
"Boom" "boom"… The blood sparks combusted at the contact of Roso's vortex impact magical power, intercepting each and every vortex impact before it reaches the blood reaper, forming a huge cloud of fire. And without a moment of hesitation, the blood reaper dives into the cloud of fire, equipped with a blood coat. "Whoosh. whoosh - swooshes" Being a sensitive artefact which produced blood bubbles that absorbs fire and neutralises it, the blood coat protected him. During that time, Roso stops attacking. "I don't think my attacks will have any meaning. I cannot see my enemy's position because of the fire cloud. Moreover, we are inside the academy, so I should not create an incident." he whispered then looked around before he thought. It's a good thing there is a lake. And this was the perfect opportunity for his enemy who had dived into the fire to ambush him. The enemy who emerged out of the fire cloud shouting "Here am I." before he released a technic whose name he shout
chapter 4: A visit from his friends
"Ding-dong. The doorbell echoed through the quiet house. Roso groaned awake, still sprawled across his bed. For a moment he didn’t move—then the realization hit him. “They’re here.” He shot up immediately, running a hand through his messy hair. I should at least look like a decent host, he thought as he hurried to the kitchen. He grabbed the dishes he'd prepared earlier—snacks, drinks, and a few of his better cooking attempts—and carried them to the dining room, arranging everything with the nervous precision of someone who rarely had guests. Meanwhile, outside the front door, three figures stood in the cold evening breeze. Buhl tapped the door impatiently. “No response. Are we sure he’s even inside?” Nougat rolled her eyes. “Of course he is. Where else would he be the night before tomorrow?” Alphonse smirked. “Yeah, think, Buhl. Tomorrow is the day. He’d never risk going out now.” Buhl scratched his head in embarrassment. “Right… I don’t know what I was thinking.” Before
Chapter 5: Roso Memory
Every day after finishing his favorite movie, young Roso would rush out of the house without fail. There was never hesitation, never delay—his friends were waiting at their spot in town, and their legendary game awaited them. Their ritual was simple: recreate scenes from their favorite movie, The Hand of Bliss. But what made their play special was not accuracy—it was imagination. They never forced anyone to play the same character twice. Heroes, villains, mentors, sidekicks—they switched roles freely, laughing and arguing over who got to shout the iconic lines each day. The whole town knew them. Children running full speed down the streets, pretending to purge evil with magical powers. Some adults found it annoying. Most found it adorable. And a few even played along—cheering them on, pretending to be villains, or collapsing dramatically when “purified.” Then one day… everything changed. It happened while they were playing as usual. A man joined them without warning—tall, quiet, s
Chapter 6: Gustave
When they reached the training hall, Gustave headed straight for his personal section. He opened his training bag and began removing his equipment. That was when he noticed something… unusual. Gustave blinked. “How strange. There are always people flocking around me when I train. Where did my fans go?” His question echoed through the mostly empty area. Meanwhile—his “fans” were anything but missing. Across the gym, a dense crowd circled another training section. The air vibrated with excitement as people watched Roso move with unnerving precision. He wore heavy-duty equipment meant to slow even seasoned fighters, yet he flowed through his exercises with liquid dexterity. “Wow… impressive!” someone exclaimed. “How is he even doing that?” shouted another, unable to hide their awe. “This guy is the real deal,” a whisper ran through the crowd. A muscular man folded his arms. “What do you think about a competition between him and Gustave?” “Oh, I would love to see that,” someon
Chapter 7: Bissai
The leopard stepped out of its nest at the exact moment Bissai Serene had predicted. Keeping her presence suppressed, she followed it through the forest, her steps light and measured. Leaves rustled beneath the beast’s paws, but her own movements left barely a whisper. Soon, they reached the clearing she had chosen for this encounter—an uneven battlefield framed by jagged rocks and toppled trees, its terrain treacherous enough to offer both danger and opportunity. She exhaled softly and spoke as she jump toward the ground. “Little leopard, we finally meet,” she said, her voice steady with a hint of playful confidence. “How about a fair fight? Winner gets to eat the loser for lunch.” The leopard answered with a thunderous roar. Its eyes gleamed with primal intent. At first, it advanced slowly, each step deliberate… then, without warning, it shot forward with the speed of a whip-crack, claws sharpening with manifested strength. Swoosh! Awakened beasts were born with the ability to