Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity

He collapsed.

Falling backward, his long hair splayed out beneath him, his eyes fluttering shut as though drifting into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Just as Renan fell backward, the halo that had been hovering behind him slowly faded into nothingness. The distinct sign that had once adorned his forehead vanished as well, though the rest of his body remained unchanged, retaining the transformation he had undergone. His long white hair still cascaded over his shoulders, his presence still otherworldly, yet something had shifted—something crucial had disappeared.

Renan, who had, for some unknown reason, fallen into a deep slumber after effortlessly erasing the shadow dwarf, remained oblivious to the events unfolding elsewhere. Far away, in a distant part of the planet, an old woman sat alone, watching his fate and his future unfold.

This woman was the Seer, a being known for her unparalleled ability to peer into the threads of destiny. She sat in a quiet, forgotten place, beneath a vast expanse of dark sky, where countless stars gleamed like scattered diamonds. Among them, however, two stars shone the brightest. One radiated a deep, rich purple, its presence commanding and unwavering. The other, however, was unlike any other—it contained within it every color imaginable as if it represented the entirety of existence itself.

These two stars burned brightly, their luminescence reflected in the Seer’s vacant eyes—eyes that had long lost their ability to see the world in a conventional sense. Yet, despite her blindness, she gazed upon the stars as though she could see more clearly than anyone else.

"Hmm..." she hummed softly, lost in thought.

Then, without warning, something strange occurred. The star of the Dragon, the one that had always shone with unparalleled brilliance, began to flicker. Its once steady glow wavered, its light dimming and brightening in an erratic, unsettling manner.

"Huh?" the Seer murmured, her expression shifting as she narrowed her blind eyes. It was as though she could see the anomaly occurring before her, despite her lack of sight.

"The Dragon Star... is on the verge of death?" she whispered in a mixture of shock and disbelief.

A surge of conflicting emotions swelled within her. As a Seer, she had foreseen countless fates and countless destinies, yet she had never once predicted this. The Dragon Star—the star of the one destined to lead the dragons into a new golden age—was flickering, its very existence unstable. If the star were to die, it would mean the death of the one it represented.

And yet, she could not deny the surge of excitement that welled within her. As a member of the human race, she could not help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the prospect of the dragons losing their greatest hope.

"But... there’s no way someone destined to bring about the golden age of dragons would die so easily," she muttered to herself.

She waited, fully expecting the star to stabilize, for it to return to its usual brilliance as if nothing had happened.

And just as she predicted, the flickering ceased. The star regained its former radiance, shining as brightly as ever, its golden light illuminating the Seer’s face.

"As expected," she sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

But just as she resigned herself to the inevitable—

The star dimmed.

Then it dimmed further.

And then—

It vanished.

Its once brilliant light was no more.

For a moment, the Seer could do nothing but stare in stunned silence. And then, realization struck her.

The Dragon Star was gone.

It was dead.

Its bearer had perished.

Shock, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of triumph flooded her all at once. Her aged, wrinkled face twisted into a wide grin, her lips stretching from one end to another in pure, unfiltered joy.

"Huh... huuu... heehe!" Laughter bubbled up from within her, breaking free in a breathless, exhilarated chuckle.

"I need to report this to His Majesty at once!" she exclaimed, pushing herself up from the ground with urgency. But just as she rose to her feet—

Something new entered her vision.

A star.

A new star, shining so brilliantly in pure white that it completely eclipsed the others.

Even the Calamity Star—the one that had long been considered the greatest threat to the world—was swallowed by its overwhelming radiance.

The Seer froze, her breath catching in her throat.

"What the heck..." she whispered, momentarily forgetting her usual composed demeanor.

Who was this new being?

How was it possible that its light outshone both the Calamity and Dragon stars?

The Dragon and Calamity stars were the two fated entities, the two forces that were destined to change the course of the world. And yet, this star—this impossibly bright, pure white star—shone with a power beyond comprehension.

It was...

It was—

Her thoughts came to a sudden, crashing halt.

A realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

The white star had appeared at the exact moment the Dragon Star had died.

"Wait... does this mean—?" she thought but immediately shook her head.

"No. That’s absurd."

Her hands trembled as she clutched her head.

"This... this isn’t possible. Fate is absolute. One’s destiny is unchangeable. Even if one knows their future, even if they are aware of the fate awaiting them, they can never change it. The path may shift, but the destination remains the same," she murmured, her voice growing more frantic.

But deep down, doubt gnawed at her.

Had fate truly been altered?

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!" she screamed, gripping her head as though trying to physically hold herself together.

She trembled, her nails digging into her scalp, teetering on the brink of madness.

But then—

She stopped.

She took a deep breath.

She steadied herself.

"No. I need to calm down. Behaving like this won’t help me," she muttered, forcing herself to breathe deeply. "First, I need to observe. I need to understand before jumping to conclusions."

And as the Seer struggled to compose herself, far away, in the ruins of the hall, Renan stirred.

His eyelashes fluttered.

Then, with a slow, measured breath, he sat up.

His eyes, which had once been a vibrant red or gold according to his transformation, had changed once more. The golden hue remained, but now, countless crimson rings encircled his irises, swirling hypnotically like an endless abyss. His gaze was so captivating, so utterly mesmerizing, that anyone who met his eyes would find themselves unable to look away.

Even his already inhuman beauty had reached an entirely new level. Before, he had been considered exceptionally handsome by the standards of this world. But now—

Now, he was beyond this world’s standards.

"Huh?" he murmured, his voice laced with confusion as he took in his surroundings.

Then—

A flood of memories surged into his mind.

And with those memories—

Laughter.

A deep, triumphant laughter erupted from his lips.

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"Hahahahahaha! I succeeded!" Renan declared, his voice ringing through the empty hall.

"Indeed, you did succeed," a smooth, feminine voice responded.

Renan’s laughter stopped abruptly.

His body went rigid.

And in the blink of an eye, he was on full alert.

Snapping to his feet at an inhuman speed—his body completely bare—he turned sharply, scanning his surroundings.

But there was no one.

His expression darkened.

"Who...?" he demanded.