Part 01: The First Genesis
Before Time Began, there was only the Void. An endless abyss where neither space nor time had form. Yet within this emptiness, there existed a presence—the Heavenly Dao, the eternal force of balance and creation. It did not speak, nor did it have form, yet from its will, the first great change occurred.
The Heavenly Dao willed the first motion, and from the void, a Primordial Sundering occurred. Chaos and Order clashed, birthing the first flames of existence. These flames surged outward, expanding into the endless Cosmic Sea. In its wake, the stars ignited, galaxies swirled, and time began.
Yet even as the universe took shape, it remained incomplete. And so, the Heavenly Dao, seeking harmony, gathered the energies of creation and shaped a singular world, dividing it into three realms.
From the heart of the cosmic sea, the Dao wove a world where existence would flourish, yet no single form could contain the full nature of creation. Thus, it was divided into three realms, each reflecting a different aspect of the eternal cycle:
The Heavenly Realm – The highest domain, where light and purity resided. This was the home of celestial forces, untouched by the passage of time. It was a place of endless radiance, where the Dao’s presence was strongest, overseeing the balance of all things.
The Mortal Realm – A land of imperfection and endless transformation. It was here that the Dao allowed free will to flourish, where life could rise, struggle, and evolve. The rivers, mountains, and skies were shaped, forming a world both beautiful and fragile, where destiny was written yet not absolute.
The Earthly Realm – The lowest plane, where the weight of existence settled. It was not a place of punishment, but of consequence—a realm where the spirits of the departed lingered, where the echoes of past ages shaped the fate of those yet to come. Here, the Dao’s balance was neither benevolent nor cruel, only just.
The three realms, though separate, were bound together like threads of the same great tapestry, each influencing the other in unseen ways.
Seeing the Mortal Realm yet lifeless, the Dao stirred the elements. From the land, trees and flowers bloomed, their roots embracing the earth. From the waters, creatures of all forms took shape, filling the seas with movement. And from the skies, winged beings soared, marking the endless cycles of time.
Then, on the final day, the Dao gathered the purest essences of all three realms—earth, fire, wind, and water—and shaped the first of those who would walk the path of destiny. From the Heavenly Realm, they were given wisdom; from the Mortal Realm, free will; and from the Earthly Realm, the knowledge of consequence. Thus, the first of the sentient were born—beings bound by fate yet free to carve their own paths.
With the universe set into motion, the Heavenly Dao did not rule, nor did it command. Instead, it withdrew from direct creation, allowing the Three Realms to move according to their own cycles.
And thus, the first age began—a time where mortals, spirits, and celestial beings would walk their paths, guided by the unseen hand of the Dao.
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With the Three Realms set into motion and the balance of existence ensured, the Heavenly Dao withdrew from creation. It had no need to rule nor to interfere; the universe would follow its course as it always had. Yet, rather than fading into the endless Cosmic Sea, the Dao sought a place of stillness—a world where it could rest.
Amidst the vastness of existence, it returned to the one place where its journey began: Earth, a planet ruled by God.
But this was no mere act of retreat. It was a return to something deeply personal, for before he was the Heavenly Dao, he had once been mortal.
Long before he shaped a universe, before he held the power of balance, he had lived as an ordinary human. Born on Earth, he had walked among men, unaware of the greater path that awaited him. His life had been like any other—filled with fleeting joys, quiet struggles, and dreams that reached beyond the sky.
But fate was never meant to let him remain.
One day, a tragic accident claimed his life, severing him from the world of the living. Yet, instead of vanishing into the unknown, his soul ascended beyond mortality. There, beyond the reach of the world he had known, God awaited him.
God, seeing something extraordinary within him, did not send him to the afterlife. Instead, he was given a choice: to fade into eternity or to wield the power of creation. He chose the latter. In that moment, he transcended, no longer bound by mortality—he became the Heavenly Dao, the force that would shape balance across the cosmos.
Yet, despite the vast universe now under his watch, a part of him remained tethered to his past.
Though he had long since become a being of divine existence, the Heavenly Dao still longed for the place where he had once belonged. And so, he chose to descend once more—not as a ruler or a god, but to be a normal mortal of what he was used to be.
In his return, he took the form of a young man named Kaito Ishida, a name tied to the world he had once known. With the appearance of an ordinary mortal, he now lived among humankind again. He attended classes, walked the streets of the city, and watched as people made choices that shaped their own fates.
Yet even in his quiet existence, he was never truly ordinary. The balance of all things still rested within him, and though he no longer directly ruled, he continued to observe, guide, and ensure that the world moved as it should.
Thus, the Heavenly Dao rested—not in slumber, but in silent vigilance.
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Part 02
The summer vacation had come to an end, and the students of Seiryu High School returned for the start of the second semester. The air was crisp as the early morning sun broke through the clouds, and the streets buzzed with the sound of students making their way back to school after weeks of rest.
Among them was Kaito Ishida, walking down the familiar path to school with his uniform neatly pressed and a quiet expression on his face. It had been an uneventful break for him, yet his return to school marked more than just the beginning of a new semester. For Kaito, it was a return to a life he had once known—a life he had left behind long ago.
As he entered the school gates, the bustling atmosphere felt strangely normal, yet Kaito couldn’t shake the feeling that he was out of place. He observed the chatter of his classmates, the excitement of returning to school, and the everyday trivialities of school life, all while maintaining a calm, almost detached air.
His eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, but in truth, Kaito was not just another student. There was more to him than what anyone could ever see. His mind, though immersed in the present, was still bound by the weight of his past—a past that had shaped him into the force that now balanced the universe.
As the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period, Kaito walked into his classroom, his gaze steady. The faces of his classmates, excited and unaware, looked up at him with casual greetings. He nodded in return, but his thoughts lingered on the stillness he felt within himself.
Today marked a new beginning—a return to the life of a mortal.