Year 4065.
Snow fell in the Amazon rainforest.
A completely impossible sight.
The endless jungle was frozen white. Rivers carried chunks of ice. Giant ancient trees stood beneath the falling snow like silent monsters.
At the edge of a roaring waterfall stood a massive modern villa.
Its lights shone brightly against the storm.
The building looked out of place in the wild rainforest, like something that had been dropped there from another world.
Warning signs surrounded the estate.
**PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESPASSERS WILL BE ELIMINATED.**
Inside the villa, everything was quiet.
The halls were wide and luxurious. Black-and-white tiles reflected soft golden lights overhead. Streams of water flowed beneath transparent glass floors, moving silently through the building like veins inside a living body.
At the center of the villa was an open garden.
Green grass.
Blooming flowers.
Warm air.
As though winter could not enter this place.
A man stood there training alone.
Boom!
His fist tore through the air with explosive force.
Boom!
Another punch followed.
The air shook.
The ground beneath him cracked slightly.
He wore simple black sportswear despite the freezing weather outside.
Snow drifted toward him—
Then instantly melted.
Within five meters of his body, heat twisted the air like invisible flames.
The man slowly stopped.
"...Still not enough."
His voice was calm but carried deep frustration.
Silver-white hair fell over his forehead as he lowered his fists.
His face looked unnaturally perfect.
But his eyes were cold.
Silver eyes with traces of brown hidden deep inside them.
Eyes that had seen too much.
Liu Musk.
A man who had lived for over thirteen thousand years.
He looked at his trembling hands silently.
"After all this time... I still can't break through."
For ordinary people, mastering one martial art in a lifetime was already difficult.
But Liu Musk had perfected countless techniques.
Bull Demon Fist.
White Deer Rushes Through the Heavens.
Heavenly Cane Strikes the Seas.
All of them had reached Rank 3.
Yet none could go further.
Only one technique had surpassed that limit.
The Tortoise Longevity Art.
A forbidden martial art that granted endless lifespan.
It had allowed him to survive through empires, wars, disasters, and the rise of modern civilization itself.
But it came with a terrible price.
"The moment I stepped into Rank 5..."
Musk slowly raised his head.
"...Earth began rejecting me."
The pressure had started centuries ago.
At first, it was weak.
Now it surrounded him constantly.
Invisible.
Heavy.
Like the entire world wanted him gone.
Even sunlight felt hostile.
As though the heavens themselves were watching him.
He clenched his fist.
"If I forcefully step into Rank 6..."
His voice became quieter.
"...I will die."
Silence filled the garden.
Only the distant sound of the waterfall remained.
Musk looked toward the snowy sky.
For centuries, he had hidden behind the scenes of human civilization.
While nations fought each other openly, corporations secretly ruled the world.
And the largest corporation of all—
Belonged to him.
Technology.
Medicine.
Space exploration.
Artificial intelligence.
Humanity believed these advancements came from genius scientists.
But many of the greatest discoveries had been quietly guided by Liu Musk himself.
Power created curiosity.
Curiosity created danger.
So he pushed humanity forward while remaining hidden.
It was easier that way.
Safer.
But now—
Even Earth could no longer tolerate his existence.
"...I've reached this world's limit."
There was no sadness in his voice.
Only certainty.
Leaving Earth was no longer a choice.
It was survival.
A faint sigh escaped his lips.
"After thirteen thousand years..."
His eyes looked distant.
"...I finally have to move on."
This would likely be the last time he stood on Earth.
Not because he loved this world.
But because he had simply existed here for too long.
Everyone he once knew had long turned to dust.
Dynasties had risen and disappeared.
Languages had changed.
Humanity itself had transformed countless times.
Yet he remained.
Alone.
For the first time in centuries, a strange thought appeared in his mind.
"...Are there others like me?"
Stronger beings.
Immortals.
Existences beyond Earth itself.
The thought lingered quietly.
Then suddenly—
Musk's body trembled.
His instincts screamed danger.
He immediately looked upward.
Beyond the clouds.
Beyond space.
Beyond reality itself.
Three enormous shadows silently hovered in the darkness.
Their bodies were too large to describe.
Countless threads of light spread from them across the universe, surrounding Earth like a giant invisible net.
Only a few openings remained.
The creatures stared directly at Liu Musk.
One of them finally spoke.
Its voice echoed like thunder across dimensions.
"You wish to capture that creature?"
Another replied coldly.
"Our ancestors once interfered with a lower world."
Silence followed briefly.
Then:
"Our race nearly went extinct."
The atmosphere became heavy.
A glowing thread of fate slowly appeared before them.
"It is connected to the Primeval Dimension."
The third creature finally moved slightly.
"A pawn?"
"Perhaps."
The first entity spoke again.
"But even touching a pawn may anger the player behind it."
None of them moved after that.
Even these terrifying beings felt fear.
Because Liu Musk's existence was abnormal.
The path of cultivation on Earth had already been destroyed countless ages ago.
The world itself had fallen into decline.
And yet—
A mortal had still reached this level.
It was unbelievable.
Below, Musk felt cold sweat form on his back.
He could not see the creatures.
Could not sense them clearly.
But every instinct in his body screamed the same thing.
Leave.
Now.
The invisible pressure around him grew s
tronger.
Like chains tightening around his soul.
The Tortoise Longevity Art defied the natural laws of heaven and earth.
And heaven and earth—
Wanted balance restored.
Musk slowly closed his eyes.
For the first time in thousands of years...
He felt genuine urgency.
The countdown had already begun.