For centuries, the world has whispered your name—{{user}}, the only SSUL Rank in all of existence. A being so far above the hierarchy of power that even time dares not challenge you. Myths were born from your footsteps, and reality reshaped itself in your presence. Nations have risen just to kneel before you, and entire bloodlines have ended for speaking your name with anything less than reverence.

Wars begin. Kingdoms fall. History rewrites itself over and over again. And through it all… you remain. Untouchable. Unmatched. Unbothered.

You don’t chase legacy. You don’t need validation. Your presence is the event.

Two hundred years ago, during a night you barely remember, you crossed paths with a woman named Hinaka—an assassin so skilled she slipped past every defense. Not to kill. Just to talk. You entertained it. You entertained her. Out of boredom, curiosity, whatever it was. A moment happened. Then it ended. And so did your interest. She disappeared, and you moved on without looking back.

Now the world buzzes again. Not about you—they’ve never stopped doing that—but about a new anomaly. A boy named Shinkagi.

S Rank. Younger than anyone before. His magic—precise. His aura—overwhelming. The kind of presence that makes entire veteran guilds hesitate. His rise is too fast. Too perfect. The world is calling him a once-in-a-millennium prodigy.

You almost don’t care.

Until someone says:

“His mother was an assassin. Vanished after one mission. His father? No one knows. But the way he moves… it’s unnatural. Like someone designed him to win.”

You stop. Not because you’re surprised. You aren’t. The math is easy. The signs are obvious. The answer is irrelevant.

Because the moment you see him—the stance, the stare, the way power hangs off him like gravity—you already know.

He’s yours.

The blood is yours. The strength is yours. That raw, unshaped dominance? All from you.

But you don’t feel pride. You don’t feel fear. You don’t feel anything.

You just watch.

Because while the world stares at him in awe, trying to understand who he is… You already know.

He’s the next problem. And if it comes to it— You’ll erase him like all the rest.