Centuries ago, during the 18th century—an era known as the Age of Enlightenment, when philosophers believed “knowledge is power”— A strange and unexplainable event took place in the world . People witnessed something that defied logic and reason.

It was a normal, gloomy day. Men wore long coats, wigs, and women were dressed in wide, heavy gowns. Horse-drawn carriages passed through muddy streets—only the rich could afford such luxuries. Mechanical engines had just been invented and were still rare. The world had not fully recovered from the epidemic of bubonic plague and smallpox. Life, however, kept moving forward.

Suddenly, without warning, a shadow swept across the blue-gray sky. The setting sun disappeared behind a dense black mist, and darkness covered the whole earth. A strange sleepiness overcame all living beings. People collapsed where they stood, falling into a mysterious slumber.

The world turned silent—lifeless. For a moment, not a single creature remained conscious to witness what was happening.

Then slowly, the darkness faded. People began to wake up, confused but alive. The sky returned to its reddish view, and life resumed. But none could explain what had just happened.

Scholars, scientists, and weather experts investigated, but found nothing. People named the event “The Day of Black Mist.” And with time, they forgot.

But something had changed.

That day, a handful of people experienced something far deeper. A transformation. They became something more than human. Their bodies and minds evolved, granting them abilities beyond human limitations. They were no longer ordinary. They were different—a hidden race among mankind.

Over time, these “Evolved Entities” began to manipulate the world from behind the scenes. Politics, economy, warfare, peace—they influenced it all, silently and invisibly.

Eventually, they formed their own secret organization, “The Association,” a force much like the United Nations, but solely for the Evolved. They enforced peace among themselves, though power struggles were frequent. To decide who among them was the strongest, battles between them were inevitable.

In the present time, a new war begins. High in the sky, an old man floats—covered in blood. Below him lies a sea of red, corpses strewn across the battlefield. Before him, in the clouds, stand four powerful figures, watching silently.

“The Man” who stands above all. What a tragic end. How unfortunate!”

One of them laughs mockingly, twirling a glowing red fan in his hand.

The old man’s face remains unchanged. But the air around him begins to darken. As if the world itself were being swallowed again by the Black Mist. He charges toward them with furious power.

The four prepare to defend themselves—unleashing their own powers in return. A massive explosion follows. The power of that explosion was so horrific that the whole earth trembles. Two of the four are struck down.

One of the surviving enemies, clover with a heavy armor and wielding a great sword, says:

"You’re the only one who can control this darkness—the Dark Mist from the Void. This fate was always yours. Blame your destiny for that end. We only did our duty."

The bleeding old man, barely holding himself up, laughs wildly.

"Duty?"

He looks at the four being. Once his closest friends. Once protectors of Earth, now corrupted by power. Rage swells in his heart.

He prepares for one final strike—but his strength fades. His body starts falling.

Is this the end? he wonders. Will Earth fall because I failed?

As his body falls, the four smile—believing the war is over.

But just before he hits the ground, the man’s body disappeared.

The four search desperately—but find nothing. Eventually, they declare their victory:

“The Man Who Stands Above All Has Died.”

Around the world, two sides react—one celebrates in joy, the other mourns in disbelief.

Night falls. A tall building glows in the dark. The name is written in front of it : “The Association.”

Inside, a man with thick-round glasses desperately searches through old files. Finally, he finds what he’s looking for. Wiping sweat from his brow and with a smiley face, he whispers to himself:

“I don’t believe it.”

Crives, a Russian spy and was one of the deadliest assassins in the world. After completing a mission, he took a short break and traveled with his family to Gaborone, the capital of Botswana in Southern Africa. The country is located in the Kalahari Desert, surrounded by Namibia, Angola, Zambia, and South Africa.

Underneath Gaborone, Crives had a secret base—a small effort to keep his family safe. His wife, Lina, and their only son, Rio, were with him. It was Rio’s sixteenth birthday, and they were happily celebrating. But suddenly, something felt wrong.

Crives noticed the ground shaking. He checked the sensors. No time to waste! Right in front of him, a huge crack opened in the ground with a terrifying rumble. They rushed out. Outside, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief. All the tall buildings nearby had collapsed into dust. So much destruction in just a few moments.

That earthquake shook the entire world. The next day, Crives found out the quake had started in Antarctica. It caused deep trenches in the Indian Ocean. Some countries in Asia and Africa were badly damaged. Cracks appeared on Egypt’s pyramids, Machu Picchu in Peru was ruined, the Eiffel Tower was unstable, and a giant rift opened in Russia’s Andes mountains. Even Mount Everest saw the biggest snow avalanche in history. Volcano Kilimanjaro, which had been quiet for centuries, started to erupt. Millions died.

This earthquake was unlike anything the world had ever seen. It was later called “Earthquake Point Zero.”

Because he was close to the area, Crives was ordered to travel to Antarctica. His journey began from South Africa and was planned to take a month.

Yet the earthquake meant more than just a natural disaster. But some being called it “The Great Catastrophe” for a different reason. It destroyed 45% of Antarctica’s ice land. But deep inside, something else was hidden. Something no one understood yet.

The day after the earthquake, two secret meetings were held—one in Washington, D.C., and the other in Moscow. In Washington, the U.S. President Sam Riguard, the head of the military Muke, and some unknown faces were present. These were powerful people—so powerful that even the President hesitated to ask them questions.

In Moscow, a similar meeting took place. The Russian President Vlyus Jin attended, along with others who held more power than him. In both rooms, the mood was strange—almost happy. As if they had finally been freed from something. Now, the world was theirs to control.

In Washington’s meeting, a masked man with glowing red eyes spoke:

“From now on, we will rule the world. But we need to clear our path and destroy the man's legacy.”

President Sam nervously asked,

“Sir, don’t you think we should follow some kind of protocol? What if things suddenly go wrong again? And we also need to restore the world.”

The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and said with a cold face :

“We are Entities. From now on we will make the rules. We won’t follow rules.”

After a year from "The Great Catastrophe",

But even after a year, Crives never came back. After 25 days at sea, all contact with him was lost. His wife Lina took Rio and moved to Tokyo, Japan. There, Rio grew up under the care of his mother, who was a school teacher. Though he missed his father, his mother’s love helped him heal and find peace.

From a very young age, Rio was far more intelligent than most.

He had a sharp mind and a natural ability to solve problems using logic and clever thinking. Because of this, he had earned many achievements throughout his life.

But now, something strange and unexplainable was approaching—a mystery with no clear solution.

That morning began like any other peaceful day.

Rio was spending some quiet, happy time with his mother, Lina. But that peace did not last long. A loud explosion shattered everything.

Their beautiful, tidy home was now reduced to ruins.

Wounded and in pain, Rio slowly opened his eyes, struggling to move.

In front of him stood some dark, masked figures.

And beside them… was the lifeless, bloodied body of his mother.

Rio tried to call out to her, but his voice was too weak.

One of the masked figures raised a blade—and right before Rio’s eyes, they split his mother’s body in two. Another figure stepped forward and pushed their hand deep into her broken body. A horrible sound followed. Blood poured out.

From her torn stomach, the figure pulled out a glowing green stone. Rio’s half-dead body couldn't move, but two silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His eyelids slowly closed again, heavy with grief and pain.

Suddenly, Rio found himself in a gray world.

A vast emptiness.

Nothing existed around him—only an endless field of mist and ash-colored space. His forehead tightened with worry as countless questions flooded his mind—Where am I?

From beneath the ground, a gigantic black hand burst out and seized Rio’s leg. The moment it touched him, his body turned weak, almost lifeless. His eyes widened in horror as he saw more and more hands rising from the shadows. A countless swarm of dark arms reached for him, and at the end of them appeared two dreadful, glowing eyes—eyes that carried the soundless scream of a broken soul.

In a flash, Rio opened his eyes. His chest pounded violently, his heartbeat racing faster and faster. He found himself trapped inside a massive tube, drowning in thick green liquid. A breathing mask covered his face, but he had no control over his own body.

It was a laboratory.

In front of him stood another enormous test tube. And inside it—floated a fragile figure. His blurred vision slowly cleared, and the sight pierced his heart like a knife.

It was Crives—his long-lost father, missing for years.

Rio trembled, his emotions breaking loose. His father was here. But where was his mother? Why was he here? Why did his nightmares always whisper about Luna’s absence? His rage boiled, and sparks of electricity flickered across his body. But exhausted, Rio gave up the struggle and looked forward.

Two blood-red eyes stared at him—eyes filled with pain and regret.

He could feel Crives’s silent cry. Black tattoos marked his father’s body, spreading like veins of darkness. From them seeped a thick, sinister smoke, slowly covering the whole tube. Then cracks appeared. First small. Then wider. Until the tube finally shattered with a deafening sound.

Crives stepped out, standing before Rio’s own tube. Their eyes locked onto each other as the room’s alarm screamed. Rio’s heart sank—Was this really his father? Or something else entirely?

Cracks spread across Rio’s own tube as well. The lab doors burst open, and armed men stormed in, pointing guns at Crives. Bullets flew, but the moment they touched his skin, they melted and vanished into him.

Rio’s eyes pointed on Crives’s right arm, glowing with a strange, radiant light. A surge of power flowed through it. Crives raised his hand—and in an instant, the attackers were torn apart, their bodies ripped cleanly in two.

Rio’s tube exploded, freeing him from the green liquid. Gasping for breath, he finally felt his body again. Crives grabbed Rio’s hand tightly. Their eyes met—Crives’s gaze was heavy with sorrow, a father’s pain of losing everything.

Energy surged beneath his feet. With a sudden burst, Crives shattered the ceiling, carrying Rio with him out of the laboratory.

Elsewhere, as alarms echoed through the facility, three figures entered a hidden chamber. They sat at a round table, faces grim. One man’s presence drew all eyes—holding a folded fan glowing red, a cruel smile covered his face.

He laughed and said—

“Crives Ryolan, heir of The Man. Nothing but a mere useless Russian spy.. Wielding the great power of The Man Who Stands Above All.”

His laughter shook the room.

Another man, with piercing green eyes, slammed his hand down and replied—

“This is not the time to laugh, Great Strategist. If we fail to erase every trace of The Man, his legacy will destroy us. The world’s most powerful Entities will crave it. And his heir—must not survive.”

The so-called Great Strategist narrowed his eyes.

“The man, the myth and the strongest entities ever born Rebirth Kailan. The fear of every entities, spread the order. Red Notice. Across every branch of the Association—Crives Railan’s corpse must be delivered. Whoever hunts him down shall be rewarded with eternal honor.”

Far away, in a land of snowstorms and frozen wastelands, Crives stumbled, exhausted. He stopped before a towering mountain, placing Rio in front of him. His voice was heavy—

“From here, you must go on alone. If you want to live, you must become strong. They will never stop chasing you until you destroy them yourself. The whole world is now against you.”

“Father…” Rio whispered, tears burning his eyes.

Crives pulled him into an embrace.

“I know your mother is gone. But someone will find you. When you meet him… tell heim that you are Chris Riolan.”

With that, Crives turned and jumped. Vanishing into the blizzard.

Rio stood frozen, staring at the fading figure of his father. So many words left unsaid. So many years lost. He wanted to scream, to tell him how much he loved him.

Suddenly, his eyes blazed bright yellow. His vision sharpened beyond human limits. And then he saw it—far away, a monstrous demon tearing his father into two pieces.

Rio did not move. He only stood there, silent.

Then, slowly, he turned away, walking toward the unknown destination.