Episode 1 – The Despised Energy
Half the city was dead.
Not silent.
Dead.
Buildings stood torn open like abandoned carcasses, and dust floated in the air without ever falling—like gravity itself was hesitating here.
Somewhere in the ruins, a child lay on the ground.
Jayden.
His body no longer responded properly. Every breath felt like an error his body kept repeating. His fingers trembled weakly… but he didn't get up.
He couldn't.
Someone was approaching.
No running. No hesitation.
Just footsteps.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Each step crushed what little willpower he had left.
Jayden tried to lift his eyes.
Failed.
His gaze dropped back to the ground, as if even his body refused to obey.
Then—
A shadow stopped in front of him.
Time seemed to freeze.
SLING.
The sound was sharp. Clean. Final.
A sword descended.
Not flashy. Not dramatic.
Just precise.
Too precise.
Jayden realized it too late.
His eyes snapped open.
But not from shock.
From understanding ending.
Metal entered.
Silence.
A silence so deep it swallowed the world itself.
Then blood exploded outward.
Violently.
As if his body still refused to accept what had just happened.
His vision trembled. Fractured. The world distorted.
Above him, the figure remained still.
Face hidden.
A cold voice fell without emotion:
"So… look at what you've become. You're dead, Jayden."
Silence.
He was still conscious.
Barely.
But enough to understand one thing:
This wasn't a mistake.
It was an execution.
His eyes shook one last time.
Then—
Black.
A final thought surfaced, slow and broken:
That day… I understood everything I was would disappear.
The same person—Jayden—walked out of a room.
Jayden Cross.
He grabbed his sword.
But before he could leave, a hand stopped him.
His father, Isaeah.
"Where are you going like that?"
Jayden grimaced, irritated.
"To train. Isn't it obvious?"
Isaeah calmly took a sip of coffee.
"You know it's pointless, right?"
Jayden frowned.
"Because of our energy?"
"Exactly."
He drank again.
"People don't hate us because of you… but because of what we are. So tell me—why do you still want to train?"
He handed him a glass of milk.
Jayden tightened his grip on the sword.
"Because I'm tired. Tired of being judged for something that has existed for thousands of years. I'll prove we can become strong… no matter our energy."
He drank it in one go.
Isaeah let out a short laugh.
"So you want to prove something to the world… easy to say."
"Easy? I'm going to become an S.S.S."
The smile vanished from Isaeah's face.
"An S.S.S… you don't even understand what that means."
Jayden looked away and left in anger.
Isaeah didn't move.
"Train… away from the eyes of others."
The world judged him. Stares cut like blades.
Blue Styler.
Whispers followed him.
He sped up.
Then stopped.
A building.
S.S.S ACADEMY.
His eyes lit up.
"Dad… you did this on purpose…"
He ran inside.
Isaeah sighed.
"You think you'll pass the Inter-Kills?"
"The what?"
It didn't matter.
He insisted.
Isaeah finally gave in.
But on one condition: training.
The sword cut through the air.
"Basic technique: Head Slice."
An energy line formed.
One strike.
A simulated head fell.
Jayden watched.
Tried.
Failed.
Again.
Again.
The blood of effort on his hands.
"Focus."
Silence.
1…
2…
3…
Up to 10.
The world changed.
Energy appeared.
Blue.
Clear.
Alive.
He saw everything.
Then he launched forward.
Followed the line.
CLACK.
Failure.
Isaeah smiled slightly.
"Perfect."
Jayden looked up.
"Huh?"
"You're ready."
And for the first time… he smiled.
End of Episode 1
Note: The Creator is an entity beyond time, matter, and perception. The existence of multiple dimensions remains only theoretical.