The void stretched infinitely in every direction, a sea of nothingness where time did not move and space did not exist. In the heart of that void stood a figure—no, something that had long since ceased to be human. She has no name.

Names were things of the past, relics of mortality, of an existence bound by flesh, pain, and fleeting hope. She had been called many things throughout countless cycles. Queen. God. Evil. Goddess. Demon. Monster. A concept beyond understanding. She was boundless, untouchable by mortal constraints, beyond any force, even those who claimed dominion over all.

But before all of that, she had been a woman.

And before that, she had been a victim.

She remembered the first life. The one before she became what she was now. The one before the cycle of suffering turned her into an entity beyond life and death.

A girl born to a once-proud cultivation clan, her fate had been written the moment she took her first breath. She was the daughter of a declining sect, a child carrying the shattered legacy of her ancestors. She remembered the cold marble floors of the sect’s great hall, the faces of elders filled with disdain, the murmurs that she was a burden—born too weak, too late, too useless to change their fate.

When the enemies came, they did not meet resistance.

Steel met flesh. Blood splattered across jade pillars. The once-lofty sect crumbled into nothing but embers and ruin. She was too young to fight, too powerless to protect. They took everything from her—her home, her kin, her dignity.

Enslavement was a kindness compared to what they truly intended.

She learned the depth of cruelty that men could inflict upon a powerless girl. She learned the horror of betrayal, the taste of blood and bile, the feeling of fingers gripping her throat as she choked on her own suffering. In every life, she had learned, and in that first life, she had learned despair.

But she did not break.

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She searched for strength—not from sects, not from masters, not from fleeting mortal power, but from something older. Forbidden knowledge, whispered between the cracks of reality.

In the deepest abyss of despair, she found it.

A ritual. A severance. A price paid in pain greater than any physical agony. She burned away her mortality, stripped herself of her name, her form, her past. She ceased to be human, ceased to be bound by life and death. The heavens screamed, the laws of the world fractured, but she was no longer theirs to command.

She had become something else. Something unimaginable.

She had become hatred incarnate.

She became boundless.

She had become the reason he could not die.

Time had no meaning in her existence. She wandered between realms, between realities, a shadow watching civilizations rise and fall. She had no purpose. No goal. Until she met him.

A simple man.

A mortal, a mere businessman in a medieval world, insignificant in the grand scale of existence. Yet, even when his strength was non-existent, even when he was nothing more than a frail human, he resisted.

She had broken kings, crushed armies, devoured worlds, Gods, universes and yet, this man, this pathetic lowly merchant, had found ways to fight her. When he had no power, he used his mind. When he had no tools, he built them. When he had no allies, he adapted.

Even when he was just a human with insignificant power, even when his body was nothing more than fragile bones and skin, he found a way. Even if for a fraction of a second—He defied her.

And one day, he hurt her. In his millions of lives, he managed to hurt her.

It was a single moment. A mere flicker of time, but he had done what no one else had ever achieved. He had touched her.

Grazed her hair.

And in that moment, she felt it—fear.

And in that moment, she knew.

He was hers. He would suffer. He would endure everything she had endured, and more.

Even if it took eternity.

999,999,999 lives had passed.

He had grown stronger & wiser

She had devised countless ways to break him.

But he had also grown beyond what she had foreseen.

They were both beyond comprehension now, their intellects unmatched, their strength exceeding that of even the most unfathomable beings. And still, he fought her.

But now, the game had changed.

This was his one-billionth reincarnation. And this time, he had returned to a world unlike any other.

A world where the rules were different.

A world where he and the entity would have a final dance

But the entity—

She is absolute. A God.

Her power was untouched. Unfathomable. Boundless.

And she was waiting.

A world called Earth.

And the cycle was about to begin again.