A man could be seen standing in front of the museum, his eyes scanning the building’s exterior with the calm, practiced patience of someone who had done this many times before. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance — average height, average build, the kind of face that slipped from memory the moment it left your field of vision. With a fluid hand gesture a cloak appeared on his hands, holding it for only a moment before swinging it around his shoulders. The fabric settled against his body and then simply ceased to exist alongside him. Not invisible in the way a shadow is invisible — gone, entirely and completely, as though the universe had quietly agreed to stop acknowledging his presence. No outline. No distortion. No footsteps. Nothing. He walked forward and passed directly through the museum wall without resistance, his intangible body slipping through concrete and steel as though they were suggestions rather than barriers. The interior of the building spread out be

After the appearance of the Zenexian Orb, humanity changed drastically. The world that once consisted of seven continents had been reduced to only five. The remaining two had been lost—erased during devastating wars that erupted in the desperate pursuit of power the Orb had introduced. The new world order abandoned the old names. The continents were no longer identified by culture or history, but by simple numerical designation: Continent 1 through Continent 5. Each continent was assigned two World Pillars—beings of overwhelming strength who acted as both protectors and enforcers of law under the authority of the Zeta Organization, the single most powerful governing force in existence. Nations had ceased to exist. Borders were meaningless now. Instead, each continent was divided into cities—self-contained domains functioning under centralized authority. Continent 1, the largest of them all, consisted of twenty-six cities, each named after a letter of the alphabet. From City A to C

The Ajuma let out a deafening screech, its voice tearing through the air as violent shockwaves rippled outward, sending debris flying in every direction. Broken concrete, shattered wood, and loose earth were lifted and hurled across the park as if caught in a storm.Yet—The Negator remained calm.He walked forward without hesitation, his steps steady, his expression unchanged.From the ground, thick vines burst forth, twisting violently as they shot toward him, aiming to bind and crush him.But before they could reach—A small black sphere formed in his palm.With a simple motion, he released it.The sphere floated mid-air, moving as though guided by an unseen force. Wherever it passed, everything it touched—Vanished.Not destroyed.Not broken.Erased completely, down to its very roots.The vines disappeared instantly. The sphere lingered for a brief moment before fading silently into nothingness.⸻From a distance, Sagara watched, his interest clearly piqued.“Matter erasure? Exist

Meanwhile, on a quiet Saturday morning, Damian and Sagara could be seen in a dense forest region. Tall trees stretched endlessly into the sky, their leaves forming a thick canopy that filtered sunlight into soft, scattered rays across the ground. The air was calm, filled with the faint rustling of leaves and distant wildlife.Damian sat against the base of a tree, reading a book about Zeta energy—one that had been personally written by Sagara himself. The pages were worn but filled with dense knowledge, each line carefully studied as Damian tried to grasp its depth.“I actually thought you would have gotten into a fight with the Negator, and the reason you teleported me away was because you didn’t want me to see how strong you are—or if you’d lose to him,” Damian said, dropping the book beside him before stretching his hand out in front of him, attempting to summon raw Zeta energy.“I don’t know the kind of image you have of me in your mind, but I’m definitely not a bully. As for me l

Class 2A was quiet as a new teacher stood in front of the class. He was a simple man with short black hair, wearing a black suit that covered a neck tattoo which seemed almost familiar. From the physique beneath his suit, it was clear he had a well-toned muscular body. He stood about 6’5”, with broad shoulders and wide forearms.“For some reason your teachers have been having one issue or another, and as such I’ve been asked to fill the spot. You can refer to me as Instructor Sinclair. Also, for the record, I’m not much of a teacher but more of a trainer. So for our first lesson, we’re going outside and playing a game!” The man said with a firm but calm voice, causing everyone to pause in curiosity. A game… out of nowhere?“I heard you all like to rank yourselves based on strength to show authority. Well, that ranking will now be determined by your performance in this game!” Instructor Sinclair announced, throwing the class into chaos. For those who had always wanted to be among the t