He was a man who defied the heavens with nothing but the strength of his mind.
A genius, so frighteningly brilliant, that even the laws of nature trembled before his ambition.
He did what others thought impossible — he crafted the elixir of immortality.
A poison so potent, it could tear the soul free from the chains of mortality.
But nature is not so easily cheated.
The moment he consumed his own creation, reality collapsed around him.
Time itself shattered, rejecting his existence.
In an instant, he was hurled into the past.
Not just years...
Eras.
Thrown into a time when the world was barren, young, and untouched by human ambition.
His proud creations — his inventions, his followers, his kingdom of dreams — all remained trapped in the future he could never return to.
Stripped of his tools, stripped of his armies, he stood alone...
Armed with nothing but a broken heart and a mind sharp enough to carve new destinies.
It was then he understood:
Power was not about strength.
It was not about knowledge.
It was about belief.
And belief... was easy to control.
Whispering lies sweetly enough, wrapping them in fear and hope, he planted the first seeds.
He wove myths, tales of gods and divine destinies, binding the hearts of primitive minds with invisible chains.
He no longer needed armies.
He no longer needed miracles.
He only needed a story... and enough fools to believe it.
Thus, the so-called 'God' of this world was born —
Not by might, not by divinity —
But by the most dangerous weapon of all:
Manipulation.