Chapter 1: Alex The Troublemaker's Early Life

One time, there was a 15-year-old man named Alex who was really strong and worked as a woodcutter, providing resources to local farmers. He lived in a very small, poor family who couldn’t afford school. One day, while doing his job, he saw a stone. Feeling bored, he picked it up happily and threw it, thinking it would land on a hill and fall into the sea. But things took a turn. The stone landed in the wrong place, causing a wildfire that spread across half the country. As a result, Alex was sentenced to a 40-year prison sentence.

Eight months after serving part of his sentence, Alex managed to escape and illegally immigrated to another continent. However, he was poor and couldn’t afford much, so he built a shop using local resources and stole expensive items, selling them for 1.5 times their price. One day, he attempted to steal the famous and most expensive painting in the world, Salvator Mundi, from the largest museum. But he was shot in the arm by the museum’s owner and reported to the police. He was sentenced to another 10 years in prison.

While in prison, Alex encountered a large, tough man named Tyrone, who stood at 6'8" and weighed 400 pounds. Tyrone came for Alex, but Alex was strong too, standing at 6'1". Alex managed to defeat Tyrone, breaking his legs, leaving him unable to walk for a year. But in the fourth year of his sentence, as Alex sat in his cell, a large figure broke in—Tyrone. Tyrone made a brutal comeback, breaking Alex’s leg. Alex's knee was shattered into many pieces, and his foot was broken into three parts. His toe twisted and turned purple from the injury.

After being released from prison, Alex was sent to a hospital, where he spent five years recovering. When he finally emerged from the hospital, the world had changed. Though Alex had been broken physically, his mind was sharp, and he was determined. Now 30 years old, Alex saw the world anew. Still poor but full of dreams, Alex worked as a salesman, saving up $100K. He eventually started a cookie shop business, which grew quickly. Within 10 years, his business was famous, and Alex's net worth soared to $103 billion.

Chapter 2: The Troublemaking Starts

However, one day, $10 billion was stolen from Alex’s company. He reported it to the police, and the robber was caught and sentenced to 20 years in prison. Alex recovered most of the money, but $1 billion was missing. The police told him, "Alex, you’re a really rich man who owns a big cookie shop business. I took that $1 billion as a tip because it’s like nothing to you." Furious, Alex lost control, cussing and kicking the officer. He shot him with a diamond-encrusted gun and gold bullets, which caused the officer’s death.

As more police came after him, Alex fled the continent and found an empty land with some farmers and trained builders. With his vast wealth, Alex bought the land and established a government system that eventually formed a new country. Cities were built by the farmers, and the land quickly became populated, driven by the success of his cookie business. The main cookie shop was located in the capital city.

But then, disaster struck. Alex woke up one day to see that 90,000 people in his state had been murdered, and his cookie business was shut down. His heart raced as he ran to the headquarters, 53 kilometers away. There, in the main floor, he saw Tyrone and the robber who had stolen from him. They had been after Alex all these years. Tyrone and the robber brutally beat Alex, destroying his body. He was rushed to the hospital, where doctors performed surgery for 13 days. After the surgery, Alex's height was reduced by 3 inches, and he lost 30% of his strength. His once 500kg deadlift now stood at 350kg. Though still muscular, he was much weaker.

Days later, half of Alex's country was bombed, and everything collapsed. Alex went mad and was sent to a mental hospital in another country since his own was destroyed. After eight months, Alex was destitute. Though his net worth had once been $290 billion, he now had nothing. The money had evaporated, and he was left with only $20K after paying for his mental hospital fees. Forced to live in a mud house, Alex worked as a cashier.

Then one day, Alex saw a familiar stone. It wasn’t the same stone he had kicked before, but it was similar. Still not having learned his lesson, Alex kicked it. Nothing happened... until the shop he worked in burned down. As he watched the flames consume the building, Alex muttered to himself, "Does this stone have something special? Every time I kick one of these orange round stones, it causes a fire."

Running for his life, Alex illegally immigrated to another country, returning to his criminal ways. Broke once again, Alex took a local woodcutting job. He had nowhere to stay, and debt was following him wherever he went. One day, while camping in the forest, a murderer with a knife came after Alex. Alex ran, but the murderer caught up to him. Alex punched him, but the murderer managed to stab him in the chest. Blood spilled everywhere as Alex fell to the ground, and this time, there was no escape.

Chapter 3: Alex's Death

Alex died, and thus ended the chaotic life of the troublemaker who, with a single stone, set the world on a path of destruction, pain, and endless tragedy.

But death, it seemed, could not hold Alex back. In the afterlife, things were different. No one had ever truly left, not completely. Alex found himself in a place where time did not exist, where the echoes of his past actions rippled through endless layers of existence. But even here, his past choices hung heavy like a shadow.

Alex was met by a strange figure, tall and featureless, whose voice resonated like a thousand whispers. "You have caused so much destruction," the figure said. "Do you know why you never truly die?"

Alex tried to speak, but no words came. His body was no longer his own. The figure continued, "You are the catalyst of cycles, and the spark of your actions never truly fades. You’ve destroyed worlds, built them, and torn them down, all in the blink of an eye. But even in death, you will continue."

Alex wanted to scream, to run from the weight of everything he had done, but it was as if he was trapped in a web of his own making. The figure’s voice softened, "There’s one more chance. One more world to shape. Will you learn from your past, or will you once again fall into the same chaos you’ve always known?"

For the first time, Alex felt something more than anger or pride. He felt a strange pull, as if the possibility of redemption was finally within his grasp. His life, his countless lives, had all been marked by mistakes, and every time he had destroyed something or someone, he had been pulled back, only to repeat the process.

The figure stretched a hand toward Alex, and in the blink of an eye, Alex was no longer standing in a void. He found himself in a new world, a different time, but the familiar feeling of being trapped in his own choices lingered. He could feel it—his path was still uncertain. Would he choose to walk a different road, or would he again allow his impulsive nature to take over?

This time, though, Alex was different. He knew the consequences of his past actions. His every choice would carry the weight of his previous mistakes. He walked through the bustling streets of the new world, seeing the same hunger for power, greed, and destruction in the eyes of those around him. Could he truly break the cycle, or was he destined to forever be the cause of chaos?

As Alex walked, he noticed a small child playing with a stone, much like the one he had once kicked all those years ago. The child laughed, oblivious to the power contained in that tiny object. Alex knew that stone had a history, a history that would likely repeat itself if he didn’t act. But what could he do?

He paused, staring at the child and the stone. The decision was his to make. Would he act differently this time, or was he destined to forever be bound by the actions of his past?

Only time would tell. And as Alex stood there, pondering his choices, he realized the true nature of his existence: he was not just a man; he was a force, a catalyst, a spark that could either light the world on fire or put it out.

And in that moment, Alex made a decision. It was time for him to be the change, to learn from the past and create something better. The cycle of destruction had to end. But could one man, no matter how strong, truly change the course of history?

The world would soon find out.

Chapter 4: Alex's Legacy Continues

Three hundred years later, Alex had some descendants. They read the old story of the famous troublemaker and they wanted to be like their 10th great-grandfather. The group of descendants copied everything, from his reckless behaviors to his disregard for consequences, and they started a nuclear war. The world, once thriving with life, was soon engulfed in chaos. Massive explosions ravaged the planet, wiping out entire cities, forests, and oceans. The air became thick with smoke, and the skies turned dark, filled with the dust of war. The survivors, left to deal with the aftermath, wandered in confusion, unsure of how to rebuild what had been lost. The old world had crumbled, and with it, most of humanity.

After a few years, 2 million survivors were left on Earth. These survivors were a mix of the rich, the powerful, and the fortunate few who had found shelter deep underground. They were determined to preserve humanity. They had a plan to escape their dying planet and find a new home, somewhere far from the devastation that Alex’s descendants had caused. They started working on a massive spaceship that would take them to another planet with life. It took years to design, to gather the resources, and to build, but eventually, they were ready. The spaceship launched, carrying the last hope of humanity toward a distant planet that they called Earth.

When they arrived, they found a planet that was lush and full of promise, untouched by the nuclear wars that had destroyed their own world. The survivors settled in, slowly beginning to rebuild their society, and for a while, everything seemed peaceful. They lived happily, free from the fear of war and destruction that had haunted them on their home planet. They learned the ways of the new Earth, cultivating its rich soil and building strong communities.

But soon, strange things were found. The survivors began to realize something disturbing—Alex’s descendants, those very same troublemakers from the past, were also survivors. They had somehow made it to this new Earth as well, having escaped the devastation of the old world, only to find themselves once again in a position to repeat history. The blood of Alex ran through their veins, and with it, the same reckless disregard for the future. They were bored, restless, and hungry for power, just like their ancestor had been.

The survivors tried to ignore the growing sense of tension that came with the presence of Alex’s descendants, but it was hard to ignore. The people on this new Earth, too, knew that their time was running out. This new planet, too, was showing signs of decay—its ecosystems were fragile, its resources dwindling, and the people were growing desperate. The descendants of Alex had no interest in fixing the problems or preserving the planet. They saw the new Earth as a playground, a place to satisfy their ambitions and desires. Eventually, the tension boiled over, and the countdown began.

Chapter 5: Humanity Is Wrecked

Ten years later, BOOM! The sky erupted in a series of violent explosions. Ten countries of the new Earth were bombed in rapid succession, and the world was once again thrown into chaos. The descendants of Alex had learned nothing from the past. They had ignited a war once again, and this time, there was no turning back. The people of Earth, now divided by their loyalty to their respective countries, turned on each other. The damage was irreparable. Cities fell, civilizations collapsed, and the air was filled with the sounds of destruction. The descendants of Alex were blamed for it all, and they became the target of all who still survived on the planet.

One day, during a family reunion, Alex’s entire family—those descendants who had survived the nuclear war—were gathered together. It should have been a joyous occasion, a moment for the family to reconnect and heal from the wounds of the past. But instead, it became their last. Criminals, hired by those who had suffered at the hands of the descendants’ actions, broke into their home. They were ruthless. The family was brutally murdered, wiped out in an instant, and with that, there were no more of Alex’s family or descendants left. The cycle of destruction had come to an end.

And with that, the story of Alex’s descendants came to a close. It was a tragic end to a legacy that had been marked by chaos and destruction. But it also marked the beginning of something new. The survivors of the new Earth, those who had been left to pick up the pieces, began to understand the truth about their origins. They knew that the way they had arrived on this planet, the events that had unfolded, were all tied to the reckless actions of one man—Alex. His legacy had shaped the course of their existence, and now, they were left to figure out what came next.

This is how life began on Earth. A stone kicked led to life on another planet. This is why we exist: because of a troublemaker named Alex. He had no idea that his careless actions would result in the fate of so many generations to come. Yet, here they were, still struggling to understand how it all began.

But the story didn’t end there. The survivors, desperate to understand the past and the true origins of their existence, began scouring the ruins of their civilization. Among the wreckage, they uncovered old records, ancient texts, and artifacts that had survived the violence. The records of Alex’s family, passed down over generations, revealed everything—the nuclear war, the rise of Alex’s descendants, the violence they had caused, and the tragic end of their line. The survivors pieced these records together, slowly uncovering the full account of the past.

A mysterious artifact was found, something that had been hidden away for centuries. It was a strange device, one that had been passed down through Alex’s descendants, and it contained the full story of the nuclear war, the destruction of the old Earth, and the tragic fall of the family. The survivors debated among themselves whether to rebuild or if they were doomed to repeat the mistakes of history. They asked themselves: Was Alex truly the cause of everything that followed, or was it simply the nature of humanity to destroy itself, to perpetuate cycles of violence and greed?

Determined not to let history repeat itself, the survivors made a pact to keep the knowledge of Alex’s story alive. They vowed to preserve the lessons of the past, hoping that by understanding it, they could break free from the cycle that had doomed them before. They knew that their new Earth was fragile, that they had been given a second chance, but they also understood that the mistakes of the past could not be erased.

But time, as it often does, had a way of erasing lessons. The new Earth, though once filled with promise, became a shadow of the old one. The survivors, tired and disillusioned, struggled under the weight of their past. They worked hard to rebuild, but the fear of repeating their ancestors’ mistakes was always with them. Despite their efforts, the planet's resources dwindled, and the pressure of survival began to show. They fought among themselves, just as Alex’s descendants had. Old grudges flared up, and the world seemed to be on the brink of disaster once again.

Yet, in the midst of all the destruction and chaos, there was a glimmer of hope. A small group of survivors, inspired by the lessons they had learned, began working together to rebuild society from the ashes of their own mistakes. They focused on creating a world of cooperation and peace, hoping to forge a new path for humanity. Slowly, they began to restore what had been lost, to heal the wounds of the past.

And so, the legend of Alex lived on, a distant echo in a world forever shaped by a troublemaker’s stone-kicked legacy. The survivors of the new Earth would forever carry the weight of Alex’s actions. They would remember him not as a hero, but as a cautionary tale—one that would remind them of the fine line between creation and destruction, and the consequences of a single careless act. Whether they would succeed in breaking free from the cycle or fall into it again, only time would tell. But for now, they had hope. And for the first time in many generations, they believed that maybe—just maybe—they could build a future that was different.

Chapter 6: Alan's Avenging

They had thought it was the end. The story of Alex, the infamous troublemaker, and his bloodline seemed to have reached its tragic conclusion. The legacy of destruction Alex had left behind appeared to be buried with the brutal deaths of his descendants, wiped out in a nuclear war. The cycle of chaos, violence, and selfish ambition seemed to have ended once and for all.

But there was one survivor who remained—one forgotten piece of the puzzle.

Alan, the youngest son of Alex's lineage, was just nine years old when his entire family was killed in the brutal attack on their home. Forgotten and left behind during the family reunion, Alan was forced to survive alone, isolated from the horrors that had destroyed the rest of his bloodline. He watched as humanity around him slowly began to fall apart. The remnants of his family's legacy seemed to be dying out, and the world seemed resigned to its fate. They either had to escape to another planet or face total extinction.

For years, Alan clung to life, waiting for his family to return. He was alone, starving, with nothing left but memories and a longing for the return of those who had once been so powerful. The days turned into months, and then into years. Eventually, the food ran out. The survival resources that were once abundant dwindled to nothing. With no choice left, Alan ventured out of his home and found a local woodcutting job, doing what he could to survive in a world that had all but forgotten him.

At the age of 15, while working to support himself, Alan began a search. He wasn’t searching for food or shelter—he was searching for something far more important. He had heard stories, legends passed down from whispers in the streets, about strange orange stones. These stones, some said, held a strange power. Power that could change the fate of the world. And to Alan, the idea that these stones might hold the key to his family’s legacy was too tantalizing to ignore.

One fateful day, while searching through the forests near his home, Alan found what he was looking for: a small, round orange stone. It wasn’t the first stone he had found, but something about this one felt different. Without hesitation, he kicked the stone, as his ancestor Alex had done so many times before.

The ground seemed to tremble, and a strange energy rushed through him. In a moment of clarity, Alan found himself standing not where he had been but ten kilometers away—back at the house he had abandoned four years earlier. It was a ghost of what it once was, filled with the echoes of memories long gone. Among the ashes and rubble, Alan found an old, burned box with the name "Alex" written on it. His pulse quickened as he knelt down and opened it.

Inside the box, Alan found a mass of ashes, the remnants of his family's power and legacy. It was in this moment that a plan began to form in his mind—a dark and dangerous plan that would change the course of history. Alan used his crafting tools to transform the ashes into a grey stone, smoothing it down and carefully painting it orange, just like the stone he had kicked. The stone was now imbued with something more than just memories—it was a symbol of the destructive power that ran through his veins.

A year passed, and Alan’s obsession grew. He became more and more fixated on his family's dark history and the power he had unlocked with the stone. Driven by anger and a hunger for power, Alan found a knife and, in a brutal act of violence, murdered every worker at the job he had been employed at. The workers, innocent and unsuspecting, became pawns in Alan’s quest for vengeance. It was only the beginning of the havoc he would wreak on the world.

With the stone in hand, Alan fled the country and found refuge in a small foreign nation, hoping to escape the ghosts of his past. But his restlessness was not so easily quelled. He saw a community club—a place where the powerful and the weak alike gathered—and a dangerous idea took root in his mind. Alan began working on a device, something simple but devastating: a lighter. It took him thirty days, but he succeeded. The lighter became his tool, and he designed a container to hold gas for when the lighter ran out. It was an unassuming object to most, but in Alan’s hands, it was a weapon.

One night, he set fire to the community club. Flames engulfed the building, consuming it in a fiery inferno. Alan watched the destruction, his face expressionless. He had set something in motion, but this act was just another step in his relentless drive to control the world.

With his violence escalating, Alan moved to another state, seeking more power. He broke into a large company’s headquarters when it was closed and stole all the money he could find. When the company’s leaders discovered the theft, Alan had already disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos. He now had fifty billion dollars, enough to buy his way into unimaginable wealth.

With this newfound fortune, Alan bought a company on the continent and began building an empire. In just two years, he had amassed a fortune and was earning billions each year. But as Alan's wealth grew, so did the threat of those he had stolen from. The country that had been robbed of fifty billion dollars came for him. A war began to rage between the nations, and Alan found himself caught in the crossfire. His company was bombed, his properties destroyed, and the country he had taken refuge in was plunged into chaos. Alan, ever the survivor, managed to escape with five billion dollars, but the cost was high. He had unwittingly destroyed an entire country.

Seeking refuge once again, Alan traveled to another continent and bought a small real estate company worth five billion dollars. With ruthless efficiency, he turned the company into an empire. He became incredibly wealthy and famous, but this success only brought more enemies. The country he had once robbed and the people who sought revenge against him never stopped hunting him.

Chapter 7: Alan's Smartness Overtakes The World

Alan, now in full control of multiple companies, was living a life of decadence and power. But he was never satisfied. The darkness inside him pushed him to take more. He began kidnapping rich people, forcing them to work for him, stripping them of their wealth and control. He had become a shadow, a man with no true identity—only a hunger for more.

His reign of terror continued when he found a massive community club with one million members. His obsession with domination led him to do the unthinkable—he torched the club and kidnapped two hundred thousand people. Alan’s violence knew no bounds. He brutally murdered them all, leaving behind a trail of death and destruction.

As he traveled further into the world, his power and cruelty grew. He began gathering an army of bodyguards, ensuring his own safety while continuing his rampage. But as time passed, Alan’s own paranoia began to consume him. He killed thirty of his bodyguards, leaving only forty remaining. The more powerful he became, the more unstable he grew.

When he returned to the country where he had once controlled nine companies, Alan found that the past would not let him go. One of the company owners had escaped, and Alan, determined to finish what he had started, tracked him down. In a final act of desperation, he killed eight of the nine owners, but the last one eluded him. Alan, consumed by his obsession, ran after him—only to meet his own brutal demise.

Alan’s descent into darkness was shaped by the violent legacy of his family. Raised without guidance, he became a reflection of the chaos his ancestors had left behind. His rise to power was driven by ambition and a need to control, with each crime an assertion of dominance.

As his empire grew, so did his paranoia. He eliminated loyal bodyguards, trusting no one. His guilt was buried under his obsession for power, and the orange stone he carried became his anchor.

But when he returned to his former empire, the last surviving owner set a trap. In a final confrontation, Alan was disarmed and trapped in the ruins of his own creation. His empire collapsed, and in his last moments, he realized that his ambition had destroyed him.

Even in death, his legacy lingered, symbolized by the faint glow of the orange stone—a reminder that some legacies never truly fade.

Alex, fueled by an insatiable thirst for power and vengeance, will stop at nothing to bring about the annihilation of humanity and the entire universe, unleashing chaos upon the world in an attempt to reshape existence itself, driven by a dark legacy that has consumed his very soul and bound his fate to the total destruction of all he once sought to control.

Alan’s reign had come to a violent end. But the question remained: Had Alex’s bloodline truly ended, or was it destined to rise again in another form?

Chapter 8: The Rise Of Arlo

The world was still in the aftermath of Alan’s reign, his brutal actions etched in the history of destruction and chaos he left behind. Yet, the legacy of his bloodline was far from over. As Alan met his tragic end, he left behind not just wealth and power, but a son—Arlo, his five-year-old child, an innocent face still unaware of the darkness that flowed through his veins. However, that innocence was short-lived. By the time Arlo was seven, he had already devoured every story of his family’s twisted past, each tale of destruction and power fueling a dangerous curiosity inside him.

Arlo was different from his father, more calculating, more methodical in his approach. The rage that began to stir within him was not merely a reflection of his family’s history but a deep-seated hunger for control, for the power to reshape the world in his own image. From the moment he fully understood the depth of the horrors his family had caused, something inside him snapped, and he vowed to continue the legacy—not of survival, but of absolute dominance.

By the time Arlo was eleven, his thirst for vengeance and control had reached a fever pitch. He had discovered Alan’s first lighter, the very one his father had used to begin his own path of chaos. Armed with the lighter, which he meticulously restored with gas and refined the container his father had once used, Arlo set out to find the club where his father’s empire had once begun its reign of terror. With the same cold precision that had been instilled in him, he entered the club, and with a knife in hand, slaughtered every person inside. No one was left alive as he set fire to their bodies, ensuring there was nothing left but ash and ruin. The club, once a symbol of power and terror, was now just another part of the family’s bloody legacy—gone in an instant.

For the next five years, Arlo disappeared into the shadows. He knew that the world wasn’t ready for someone like him. To avoid detection and to build his power, he took refuge, hidden away with enough resources to sustain him. He learned to survive on his own, never leaving a trace of who he truly was. The world moved on, oblivious to the rise of the next generation of terror. During this time, Arlo honed his skills, mentally and physically, preparing for the day when he would reveal himself once more, but this time with greater strength, a far more dangerous purpose, and a thirst for destruction that had only grown with each passing year.

At the age of sixteen, Arlo emerged once again, but this time, he knew the importance of blending in. He adopted a new identity, one that would keep him hidden in plain sight. He became a cashier at a small, inconspicuous shop—low-profile, unnoticed, yet always watching, always planning. His unassuming job allowed him to gather money and resources, and over time, he was able to purchase a modest house where he could bide his time. He had learned well from his family’s mistakes. He understood that patience was key, that true power was gained not through rash actions, but through careful planning, the slow accumulation of strength, and the ability to strike when the time was right.

Arlo's life of quiet normalcy, however, was not to last. His anger, which had simmered beneath the surface for so long, began to boil over. By the time he was eighteen, he had made a move that would change everything. He stole three hundred million dollars from the company headquarters he worked for. The heist was meticulously planned—executed with surgical precision. No one suspected a thing, and within days, Arlo was gone, the money in hand, and the world none the wiser.

But Arlo was not content with mere wealth. He had bigger plans, and they were far more destructive. He traveled to another continent, and there, in the shadows of the world’s underbelly, he acquired a series of large bombs—more than enough to wipe out entire regions. Arlo wasn’t interested in just one country or one city. His ambition was global, his vision sweeping. He set off the bombs, each explosion an earth-shattering event that ravaged the world, causing half of the planet to vanish in an instant, wiped out by his hand. The power that surged through him with every explosion was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. There was still one piece left of his family’s legacy that he needed—the strong orange stone, the ashes of Alex.

Chapter 9: The Powerful Stone

The stone had been passed down through generations, a symbol of their power, a source of unexplainable strength. Arlo carried it with him, never once considering that it might hold more than just symbolic power. As he stared into the orange hue of the stone, something began to change. A surge of energy coursed through his veins, his body growing taller, stronger, and with it, a strange sense of power—the ability to defy the very laws of nature itself. In a moment of sheer realization, Arlo took flight, the stone’s power unlocking a dormant ability within him that had been passed down through the bloodline. He was no longer just a boy with ambition; he was something more, something far more dangerous.

As Arlo soared into the sky, his mind filled with a strange sensation, as though he was connected to something greater than himself. His thoughts raced, and in that moment, the stone gave him something more: a spell, an ancient incantation that he could feel echoing in his mind. It was the key to something that he hadn’t fully understood—something that would prevent him from vanishing entirely, to protect himself from the fate that had been set in motion by the destruction he had caused. The spell was more than just words; it was a force, a connection to his ancestors, and as he read it aloud, the world around him seemed to warp and bend.

To his surprise, the spell not only shielded him from disappearing but also triggered a chain reaction. The descendants of his bloodline, long dormant, began to awaken. Slowly but surely, they began to return to the world, each one brought back through the power of the orange stone and Arlo’s spell. Their descendancy was once thought to have ended with Alex’s final destruction, but it was clear now that the cycle was far from over. Arlo’s actions had reignited a chain of events that had been set into motion centuries ago.

The earth trembled as the descendants—long lost to time—began to return, each one landing softly on the planet’s surface. Some appeared in remote places, others in cities, but all shared one thing in common: a dark, unrelenting power coursing through their veins, ready to carry out the legacy of destruction that Arlo had only just begun. As Arlo vanished from the physical realm, he knew he had set the stage for a new era—one that would be defined by the resurgence of his bloodline, each new generation carrying with it the promise of chaos, destruction, and the relentless pursuit of power.

Arlo was the first to harness the unimaginable power of the powerful orange stone, awakening its ancient, destructive energy within himself and unlocking abilities that no one, not even his ancestors, had ever dreamed possible.

Arlo is not dead. He has vanished into nothingness, his physical form dissolved, but his essence remains—alive and eternal. He exists beyond the confines of space and time, controlling everything that was, is, and will be. The universe, with all its endless galaxies and dimensions, bends to his will. And you, too, are not beyond his reach—his influence stretches through every thought, every action, every breath you take. Arlo’s presence endures, an omnipotent force, shaping reality with a mere whisper, forever controlling the fabric of existence itself.

And as Arlo’s family began to emerge once more, it became clear: the world was far from safe, and Arlo’s reign of terror was just the beginning.

Chapter 10: The Beginning Of The End

The power of the stone coursed through Arlo like an unstoppable force, transferring all of its immense energy into his very being. In that moment, the essence of Alex—his ancestor, his legacy, and his destruction—merged with Arlo, shaping him into something more than human. Arlo became The Chosen One, the one destined to wield the unfathomable power of the universe and nothingness. As the power surged through him, Alex’s consciousness stirred, waiting to be revived.

After fifty generations had passed, while the planet was embroiled in endless wars, Alex’s return was inevitable. The destruction that had once consumed him was now fully realized in Arlo’s form. Alex emerged, fully restored with the boundless might of the universe. The world before him, a desolate and war-torn planet, was unrecognizable to those who once knew it. It was a new beginning, one that would mark the end of all things.

Alex had gained immortality through the power of the stone. His very existence was a spell cast in the heart of nothingness. As he stood before the remnants of humanity’s home, he prepared to deliver the final blow. With Arlo by his side, the planet, once filled with life, would soon be swept into nothingness. Humanity’s time was over, and Alex had come to end it all.

Arlo, though he had absorbed the full power of the stone, was not in full control. The stone itself, a force beyond comprehension, had changed him. It ruled over Arlo in ways even he could not fathom. He was its vessel, yet its true power was still a mystery—one that neither Arlo nor Alex could understand.

As Alex unleashed his creation—a new type of energy that would obliterate the planet where Arlo and Alan once lived—Arlo’s role was clear. With a single snap of his fingers, the world would cease to exist. No life, no particle would remain. Time itself would collapse into the void. But there was one possibility—one sliver of hope left behind in the chaos. The stone, with all its mystery, would not allow everything to vanish. It was far more powerful than either Arlo or Alex could comprehend.

The destruction was not over. Alex would revive all those he had killed, those who had fallen in the battles of the past. The souls of Alan’s victims, and even those lost in the wars Alex had waged, would rise again. Yet Alan, the progenitor of all this pain and destruction, remained untouched. His essence lingered in the shadows, but not yet fully revived.

Alex, determined to erase all traces of his bloodline’s past, began creating a time machine—a device that could transcend time itself. In an unimaginable twist of fate, the time machine was forged from Alan's own essence. Alex used it to journey back to the beginning of the universe, to the dawn of all creation. It was there that Alex would demand Arlo wipe the slate clean, to erase everything that had come before.

As the universe began to unravel, Arlo’s existence grew unstable. The time machine’s power, coupled with the force of Alex’s will, rippled through time and space. And as the two of them prepared for the final act, something unimaginable occurred. Arlo began to fade. Slowly, his form disappeared, vanishing into the void, leaving Alex alone with the last vestiges of the universe.

The energy that had once been Arlo and Alex merged, transforming into something entirely new—a being of pure energy, far beyond the comprehension of anyone who had come before. Alan, now a part of this fusion, became the embodiment of both Alex’s destruction and Arlo’s power. Together, they formed what could only be known as the Source of Existence and Creation.

And in that moment, everything—every trace of existence, every fragment of time, space, and life—collapsed. The Source of Existence and Creation erupted in a cataclysmic explosion, faster than the speed of light, sending shockwaves through the very fabric of reality.

Chapter 11: Something is Wrong

From the ashes of this explosion, something entirely new emerged: The Universe. It began as a single point, then expanded outward, its growth unceasing. Every second, the Universe grew, stretched, and evolved, moving forward for eternity. It would take nine billion years before the first life forms would appear, creatures unlike any the universe had seen. And from those creatures, one would eventually fall to Earth—a place destined to become home to the human race.

Four billion years later, a being born of that very universe—someone who could not possibly comprehend the origins of their existence—would read the very words you are reading now. And this, as impossible as it is to grasp, is how everything came to be.

In this new universe, the concept of existence itself became something beyond imagination, a realm where even the past could never be understood, and the future remained a constant mystery. But one truth remained undeniable: this was the universe’s true beginning, and it was eternal. You, the reader, are part of it—whether you know it or not.

You are always prevented from uncovering the truth and discovering what was written in the generational book that ignited the wars among the descendants in that distant universe, a truth that would forever elude your understanding, for if you were to know, an orange rock would materialize somewhere in this vast and infinite universe, a force so powerful that it would consume everything—life, nothingness, and even itself—until there was no possibility of possibility, no chance for new life, no future to unfold, because you are not the main creature, and aliens are not aliens, for they too are not the primary beings; in fact, nothing in this universe is the main object, as all of it began with the mere act of throwing a stone, and as you finally discover how everything came into being, you are left to bear the unbearable trauma and consequences of this realization, a weight you must carry as you toil in a simple life as a woodcutter, knowing that the answer to how everything started is now yours to endure—until something beyond your comprehension, beyond anything you could ever imagine, forces its way into your existence.

You are the main character, or perhaps you're not—nobody truly knows, for you may not even exist in any tangible sense, you could simply be a figment of a mind that dreams you into being, an illusion woven from the fabric of thoughts and possibilities, existing only in the fleeting space between wakefulness and sleep, a paradox that twists the very nature of your reality, and yet, as you ponder it, the world around you may not be as it seems, for you could be dreaming right now, lost in an endless loop of your own creation, so WAKE UP, WAKE UP, and find out whether the life you live is truly yours, or if you're merely drifting in a realm where nothing is certain, and everything is a reflection of a dream that stretches beyond the limits of imagination, pulling you further from the truth, deeper into the abyss of uncertainty.
Am I even real, or am I merely a figment of something beyond my understanding, trapped in a loop of questions that lead to nowhere, where the concepts of reality and perception blur, where time itself seems like a broken illusion, and I find myself wondering how I even wake up, or if I ever truly woke up at all; why does color seem so distant, like a memory I can almost touch but never fully grasp, and why does everything I experience feel like it’s fading in and out of existence, as though I’m standing in a place that’s neither here nor there, and everything I once thought was true is now a distorted echo that leaves me questioning whether anything I know, or thought I knew, was ever real.

The page, once crisp and full of possibilities, now lay bare. No ink, no words, just a haunting emptiness. It was as if the act of reading, of discovering meaning, had been erased—obliterated from existence. The notion of reality itself seemed to slip through the fingers of the reader, as if it were nothing more than a fleeting shadow, fading in and out of view.

The words that once existed here, the ones that could explain or elaborate, were no longer present. What remains is a void, a silent testament to the fact that the act of understanding is futile, and that even the idea of knowledge is nothing but a far-off dream. Nothing exists here—not the book, not the reader, not the world the book was meant to describe. There is only the absence of it all, a blank space where meaning once lived, now swallowed whole by the inevitable truth.

ERROR: NOTHING EXISTS.