Among billions of planets, millions of galaxies, thousands of multigalaxies, hundreds of universes, and dozens of multiverses...

there is a small star. Although the star is relatively small in size, its light encompasses the entire multiverse.

The star is called The White Light.

The star has a white light with a white surface resembling stone, and it simply remains stationary in space.

However, the star is actually moving.

Slowly, it approaches a space.

This causes heavy friction between the two, until finally, the star slowly begins to release the pressure inside itself and eventually explodes.



The scope of its explosion triggers a chain reaction of other star explosions within its range, causing all multiverses to shatter, but the fragments of the star reflect its light one last time..

creating a shadow..

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“I wonder how and what process that is,” said a woman

She appeared to be in a void, her eyes glowing gold.

“It seems the world is beginning to rotate again,” said another voice in the room.

“Is this the promised time?” asked the second voice.

“No, when that time comes... we will be free from this space and head toward the sea,” said the woman.

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In a park, several children were gathered and playing.

“Hey... are you going to spend all your time sleeping?” whispered Shinozaki.

“What else can I do? My role is Dreamer,” said Albert, who was starting to wake up.

“What's so great about being a Dreamer?” asked Ren.

“I can create dream spaces and pull other people's consciousness into my dreams without them realizing it. There, I am omnipotence!” Albert answered proudly.

“Liar! If that's the case, then you're very strong and invincible!” Ren said.

“I know its weakness,” said Shinozaki.

“Shh! Don't tell him!” said Albert.

“Woahh! How do you know that?” asked Ren, surprised.

“My role is Analyzer. I can figure out other people's abilities and weaknesses!” Shinozaki said proudly.

“You all have amazing roles...” Ren said sadly.

“By the way, what's your role?” Albert asked.

“My role is...” Before Ren could finish, Albert and Shinozaki's parents called them...

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Time has passed quickly. The children who used to play in the park are now teenagers, living their high school lives with full excitement.

Albert and Shinozaki, as siblings, now stand out as partners known as the “Dream Hunters” at their school. Albert, with his Dreamer role, is often laughed at for his habit of sleeping in class, but he has secretly mastered the technique of drawing people into his dream world. He can even create collective dreams, putting the entire class to sleep without them realizing it.

Meanwhile, Shinozaki, with her Role Analyzer, has become something of a “school genius.” Just by watching someone fight once, she can find their weaknesses. It's not uncommon for seniors to be very cautious when facing him.

On the other side, there's Ren. The orphan grew up differently. Since childhood, he has never once shown his Role. Whenever asked, he would only smile faintly and change the conversation.

That day, on the school's large field, the students were conducting a simulation exercise—a kind of Role battle to practice cooperation and strategy. Albert was lying on a bench at the edge of the field, feeling lazy. Shinozaki stood in the middle, staring intently, analyzing every movement of the other students.

“Albert, don't sleep yet! You're going to be called to fight!” shouted Shinozaki.

“If I sleep... then my opponent will have to be more cautious,” replied Albert with a yawn.

The atmosphere was lively with the cheers of their friends. But only Ren sat at the edge of the field, watching in silence. Some students whispered.

“Why doesn't Ren ever participate in practice?”

“They say he doesn't have a Role...”

“How is that possible? Everyone has had a Role since they were three years old.”

Ren heard them, but only looked down. He was used to other people's suspicious glances.

After several rounds, the teacher called Ren's name. “Ren, it's your turn.”

The whole field suddenly fell silent. All eyes were on him. Ren stood up slowly, his steps calm. His opponent was a student with the upper class of role, a child with the Role of Exterminator, one of the roles that had three Key Skills. He was able to create a small zone around him that slowed down his opponent's movements and reduced their defense. In addition, he could bypass all defenses and also stunned his opponents with his gaze.

“So, the kid without a Role finally decided to step up?” his opponent teased.

Ren merely smiled faintly. He entered the arena without uttering a single word.

In the audience seats, Shinozaki watched intently. “... Weird.”

Albert opened one eye and watched too. “What’s weird?”

“I can’t figure him out,” Shinozaki replied in a surprised tone. “It’s like... he has no weaknesses.”

Albert fell silent, his eyes fixed on Ren with a curiosity he had never felt before.

The fight began. His opponent attacked Ren quickly and hit him hard. But Ren stood still, not moving at all.

As the battle began, his opponent burst forward at incredible speed, striking Ren with a powerful punch.

And yet, strangely, Ren stood perfectly still, unmoving.

Everyone thought the punch had landed squarely on his body. But it hadn’t—the opponent’s fist had pierced through nothing but empty air.

“You… dodged?” his opponent asked, bewildered.

Shinozaki, who had been observing intently, shook his head. “No… he didn’t move at all.”

Albert gaped. “Huh?! Then what just happened?!”

Shinozaki narrowed her eyes, her face was serious. “That punch should have hit his target. But Ren… somehow, he made the attack not reaching him entirely.”

Sweat began to bead on the opponent’s forehead. “You… what did you do?”

Ren only glanced at him calmly, exhaling softly.

“I give up.”

The arena fell silent.

Ren stepped down from the stage and walked casually toward Shinozaki and Albert, sitting beside them as if nothing had happened.

His opponent stood frozen in frustration. “What the hell…? Why… why couldn’t my punch hit him?!”

The teacher hesitated, then finally declared, “The match is over. No winner.”

Disappointed cheers come from the crowd. Some whispered in curiosity:

“He’s so weird…”

“If he really doesn’t have a Role, then how did he avoid that attack?”

Albert stared at Ren, his face full of questions. “Was that a trick? Or… some kind of secret ability?”

Ren replied with a faint smile. “Maybe just luck.”

Shinozaki remained silent for a long moment before whispering, her voice quiet yet firm.

“Luck…? Impossible.”

she furrowed brow, her thoughts racing. “The Exterminator Role always targets its opponent absolutely. That attack shouldn’t have been able to miss. In other words… that punch must have hit him.”

Ren gave no response. He only gazed up at the evening sky, its colors shifting above the arena.

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At night, on the grassy field.. there are two saints..

“So, what do you want to talk about, Renard?” asked Shouko.

“Soon... he will come,” Renard replied calmly.

“Who?” Shouko turned, suspicious.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the darkness.

“Sorry to interrupt...”

A powerful explosion hit, shaking the ground and scattering all matter around it.

Renard and Shouko managed to dodge, but Shouko's arm was badly scratched.

“Still alive, huh?” said a boy who appeared from behind the shadows, his smile cold.

“Who are you?!” Shouko shouted.

“Hm... something you often refer to as Gods, and I am one of the strongest among the Lesser Gods.” His voice echoed with arrogance.

He stepped forward, darkness covering his body. “I have come to destroy all Saints. Call me... Darkness God, Poella.”

Poella kicked the ground, her body disappearing into the shadows. In a moment, he was in front of Shouko. A black fist struck, creating an explosion of darkness. Shouko was thrown back.

Poella kicked the ground, his body disappearing into the shadows. In an instant, he was already in front of Shouko. A black fist struck, creating an explosion of darkness. Shouko was thrown back, rolling on the ground, blood dripping from her mouth.

“Shouko!” Renard dashed forward, his sword of light raised. He slashed, a blinding white light piercing the darkness. But Poella caught the blade with one hand, her smile widening.

“Light? Interesting, but not enough.”

Black energy exploded from Poella's body, devouring Renard's light. Renard's body was thrown back, his chest burning.

Shouko staggered to her feet, her eyes sharpening. She activated her advanced analysis, trying to read Poella's movements.

“She's too fast... a direct attack won't work, Renard!”

Poella reappeared, this time above them. His left hand condensed the darkness into a large spear, which she then threw. The spear slammed into the ground, creating a wide-radius explosion.

Renard and Shouko barely had time to dodge. The grassland turned into a crater, the air filled with dust and smoke.

Renard stood panting. “Shouko, we have to break through his defense. Otherwise, this will never end.”

Shouko nodded, her hands trembling as she held her wounds. “Give me a break. I'll show you the spot.”

Renard darted forward, light enveloping his body. He rained down a flurry of slashes on Poella. His sword danced, each swing emitting a light that could burn through the darkness.

Poella moved as fast as Renard's light, parrying every attack, then responding with a powerful kick that shook the ground. The battle became a clash of light and darkness, making the air shake.

Shouko focused her gaze, her eyes flashing. She saw a pattern. “Renard! His heart—now!”

Renard burst forward at full speed. His sword turned into a pillar of light, piercing Poella’s chest. A cracking sound was heard, and Poella’s body staggered.

But soon, the wound closed again. Poella chuckled softly. “You guys are pretty good. But I am a God! As long as my Source remains, I can't die.”

The Source of God is something that is like a concept of each god, it acts as the Concept of Life for a god and represents the Concept of each god.

His body trembled, black energy surged. The wound on his chest disappeared.

“Just like my Talisman...” Renard muttered.

Poella raised his hand. The night sky trembled.

“Now it's your turn to die.”

The air stopped. Leaves, dust, even sound... froze.

“Time Stop” Poella said softly.

Shouko froze, her eyes blank. But Renard was still moving, his steps heavy, but his eyes glowing.

Poella raised his eyebrows. “Oh? You can still fight? Interesting.”

Renard gripped his sword tightly. “I am not bound by time!”

Poella lowered his hand. From the sky, a storm of fire and ice fell simultaneously. The ground cracked, the sky split by black lightning. Darkness created destruction.

Renard pierced through the storm, the light on his body repelling the darkness. His sword slashed against the lightning, his steps piercing through fire and ice. His body was burning, wounded, but his eyes did not waver.

Poella created thousands of shadow spears that shot out at once. Renard slashed, breaking hundreds, but dozens more struck his body. Blood flowed, but he kept stepping forward.

“What motivates you, Saint?” Poella asked as she prepared her final attack, a big ball of darkness.

Renard raised his sword, an unusual light enveloping him. The light moved strangely, as if defying the laws of physics.

“Exorcism!”

He shot forward, his body becoming a line of light. Poella released the ball of darkness, its explosion sweeping across the grassland.

However, Renard pierced through the wave. His sword stabbed Poella's chest once again. But this time, the light of his sword trembled—piercing not only the body, but something deeper.

“Conceptual Attack!”

Poella's smiling, his body staggered.

Renard felt Poella's Core crack, then disappear.

The Darkness God's body slowly vanished, the shadow enveloping her scattering.

The grassland was quiet. A soft wind blew over the scorched earth, carrying with it a faint scent of burned shadow. Tonight, only the moonlight bore witness to their recent battle.

Shouko sat against the grass, her arm wrapped in a makeshift bandage. Confusion still marked her face.

“Renard… what actually happened?” she asked softly.

Renard looked up at the sky, answering with calm precision.

“Shouko, among the dozens of Saints, you’re still new. You may not know this yet… about the Key Skills you gain after becoming a Saint.”

Shouko frowned. “Key Skills?”

Renard turned to her. “A Saint isn’t just a Role. We are guardians of the world, caretakers of the system that sustains reality. When someone is elevated to Saint… they automatically receive authority to access the deeper information layers that hold the world together.”

Shouko fell silent, trying to process the words.

“When we become Saints,” Renard continued, “we gain 347 additional Key Skills. One of them is… Administrator Granted.”

“Administrator Granted?” Shouko echoed, bewildered. “Isn’t that just a status?”

Renard shook his head. “Yes, it’s a ‘status’… but that status makes us part of the system. Part of the world itself. In other words, you can—directly or indirectly—control portions of this world.”

Shouko’s eyes widened as she looked at Renard, struggling to believe what she’d heard. “So… we don’t just exist in this world, we are a part of it?”

Renard offered a faint smile and said nothing more. The night wind sighed, making their conversation feel heavier.

Elsewhere, far across the land, at the Saint Academy…

Class 3-A was holding its usual session. Albert, Shinozaki, and Ren sat in the corner, appearing utterly unconcerned by the bustle around them.

Suddenly the classroom door creaked open. A woman entered, wearing a blue cloak and light armor that caught the light. Her steps were steady and authoritative; the entire room fell silent.

She stood at the front and scanned the students with sharp eyes.

“From today onward,” she announced with a firm voice, “I will be your instructor.”

Whispers rippled through the room.

The woman smiled thinly and introduced herself.

“My name is Akari. Among all the Saints, I am the strongest.”

She raised her palm. A blue light washed over the classroom.

“—Teleport.”

The light flared softly, and in an instant the whole class vanished from the room. They found themselves standing in a dark forest shrouded with thin mist. The air felt heavy; earth, wet foliage, and the iron tang of predator blood mixed in the scent.

Some students screamed. Panic and confusion broke out; others stared at Akari with fear.

“Where are we?!”

“Don’t tell me… the Imperial Forest?!”

“Why did you bring us here?!”

Akari only smiled. Her supermassive aura suddenly out and the noise died down, replaced by a bone-deep silence.

“Yes,” Akari said, voice even. “This is the Imperial Forest. But not the one in the real world—this is a dimension of my making. I want you to survive here for three days. This… is your first trial.”

Many students went pale at her words. Everyone knew the Imperial Forest ranked third among the most dangerous forests—teeming with vicious, relentless monsters.

Tension rose. Some students whispered in terror others began to shout protests.

“This is insane! We could die here!”

“Saint or not, we’re beginners!”

“Is she serious? Is she trying to kill us?!”

Among the chaos three figures stood out by their reactions.

Albert—somehow—remained fast asleep beneath a tree, completely undisturbed.

Shinozaki looked panicked, face pale, yet he bit his lip and tried to calm himself.

Ren… stood with his hands in his pockets, expression flat, as if none of this mattered.

Akari watched the three for a moment, then addressed the whole class again. “Listen carefully. The world does not care for your weaknesses. If you cannot survive, you will die. As Saints, you must become accustomed to that.”

She lowered her hand the oppressive pressure of her aura faded, allowing everyone to breathe more easily.

“From now on,” she said coldly, “your life or death is your own choice.”

The forest rumbled. From the distance, the roars of monsters echoed, growing steadily closer.

The three-day trial had just begun.