PROLOGUES ( CHAPTER THREE )

Prologue Three

The deal between Nicholas Liao Cheng and Michael, his godlike advisor, marked the beginning of a transformation that would span centuries and redefine the very fabric of existence. Nicholas, once an ordinary young man from a modest family in Malaysia, now stood at the precipice of godhood, armed with unimaginable power that could shape worlds. But with power came responsibility—and danger. Michael, ever the cautious mentor, warned Nicholas of the terrifying consequences of wielding such abilities, urging him to tread carefully. But Nicholas, driven by his newfound purpose and unyielding determination, committed himself to mastering these abilities, regardless of the peril they posed.

At first, the training was overwhelming. Nicholas felt as though he was trying to harness forces beyond comprehension, each skill more difficult than the last. The power coursing through his veins was raw and unrefined, a chaotic force that demanded both precision and control. Yet, Nicholas pressed on, his determination unwavering. Michael's warnings echoed in his mind, but he could not afford to be distracted. Each day, each year, he honed his abilities, refining them until they no longer felt like foreign concepts but extensions of his very being. He learned how to control time itself, bending the very laws of physics to his will. He could shape the cosmos, move mountains, and manipulate reality itself with a thought. Slowly but surely, he perfected every aspect of his power.

Years turned into decades, and decades into centuries. Time seemed irrelevant in the endless expanse of the unknown space that had become his training ground. Nicholas, immersed in his meditation, often found himself questioning whether time itself had stopped. It felt as though only moments had passed since he first began his training, yet the weight of experience and knowledge he had gained told a different story. The endless cycle of learning and perfecting his abilities became both his salvation and his curse. The more he learned, the more he realized just how little he truly understood. Michael, ever the guiding force, watched from the shadows, his silent presence a constant reminder of the impossible journey Nicholas had embarked upon.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nicholas completed his training. He had mastered not only the control of his abilities but also the subtle art of meditation that allowed him to harness them with unparalleled precision. His mind had expanded beyond the limits of mortal comprehension, and his understanding of the universe and its intricate workings had reached a level that defied explanation. He had achieved what many gods before him could only dream of. And in that moment, Michael, ever the skeptic, could no longer hide his admiration. He was impressed, awestruck by the sheer magnitude of Nicholas' accomplishment. The student had become the master. Nicholas was no longer just a mere mortal; he had ascended to the level of a god.

But with his newfound power came a decision—one that would shape the destiny of entire worlds. Nicholas now could create, shape life, and manipulate reality itself. The question was no longer if he could do it, but what he would do with the power he now possessed. After much contemplation, Nicholas made his choice: he would create his planet, a world of his own making, a world that would be as vast and as rich as his imagination could envision.

With his immense power, Nicholas forged a planet in an unknown universe. This planet, seven times the size of Earth, was a masterpiece—a world teeming with life, magic, and resources. The planet's vast landscapes stretched endlessly, filled with sprawling oceans, towering mountains, and fertile plains. The air itself hummed with raw, untapped magic, a force that flowed through every rock, tree, and creature. Nicholas imbued the planet with an infinite abundance of resources, ensuring that it would never want for anything. Its core, however, was unlike any other planet in the cosmos. It was not a mere molten core of metal and rock, but the very essence of Nicholas' heart, his life force bound to the planet in a way that made it unique—both a source of infinite creation and a potential downfall. For if Nicholas were to die, the planet would disintegrate, consumed by nothingness, its existence wiped from the universe.

But Nicholas did not simply create a barren world. He infused it with the magic and life that had shaped his journey. He watched as civilizations began to rise, as lifeforms of all shapes and sizes came into being. Humans, demi-humans, elves, demons, angels—all these and more were born from the magic of the world he had crafted. They would live, grow, and evolve in ways that were impossible in any other world, guided by the very forces of time and space that Nicholas had mastered. He watched as the continents of his world shifted and reshaped, slowly taking the forms he had envisioned throughout millions of years.

The evolution of his planet was a process that defied comprehension. Time itself seemed to bend and stretch, as Nicholas used his control over space and time to speed up the planet's development. A second became a millennium, and with each passing moment, the planet took on new forms. Civilizations rose and fell, magic flourished, and new lifeforms emerged to inhabit the planet. Nicholas was both the creator and the observer, a god who could shape and influence the very course of his world's history. His planet had become a living, breathing entity—a reflection of his power and ambition.

As the final stage of his creation approached, Nicholas knew it was time to take the next step. He was ready to leave the confines of the unknown space where he had spent so many years training and enter the world he had created. With Michael by his side, they teleported to the planet's surface, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Nicholas' journey. It was no longer just a question of power and mastery—it was about what he would do with that power. As he stood on the surface of the planet he had created, Nicholas knew that this was only the beginning. The challenges ahead would be vast, and the consequences of his actions would ripple across the universe. But for the first time, he felt ready to face them. The Great Hania Empire had begun.

(PROLOGUE THREE END)