The year is 2076. The world is no longer divided by nations, but by Mana-Sectors. In the heart of the "New Palo Alto" Industrial Zone, a place where the sun is obscured by massive floating refineries, a child named "Yuan" reached his seventh birthday.
While other children played with holographic drones, Yuan sat in the corner of a damp orphanage, staring at the palm of his hand. To any observer, he was a scrawny, silent orphan. But inside that small skull, the fragmented soul of a Galactic Overlord was screaming.
"The density of the mana in the air... it's 400% higher than the desert I crashed in," Yuan thought, his mind processing data with a cold, ancient efficiency. "Lia and Ethan didn't just build a fortress; they turned Earth into a Cultivation Farm."
He closed his eyes, attempting to perform the Basic Null-Logic Breath.
Cough.
He spat out a mouthful of dark, metallic blood. His current body was a Rank 0: Mortal. It was weak, malnourished, and lacked the "Prime Code" DNA that the elite citizens of the High Council possessed.
"They've locked the evolution," Yuan realized, a predatory glint returning to his dull eyes. "The Council has restricted the World Breaker techniques to the bloodlines of the 'Founders.' To the rest of us, mana is just... fuel for their machines."
Suddenly, the door of the orphanage was kicked open. A group of "Peacekeepers" in sleek, mana-reinforced armor entered, led by a young woman with silver hair and eyes that carried a faint, haunting familiarity.
"Identification scan, now!" she commanded. "We've detected a rhythmic anomaly in the local mana-field. Someone here is attempting unauthorized 'Logic-Weaving'."
Yuan didn't flinch. He recognized the silver hair. She was a descendant of Lia.
"Step one," Yuan whispered to himself, a cold smile forming on his childish face as he hid his hands in his pockets. "I don't need to be a World Breaker to kill a soldier. I just need to remind the mana in her armor... who its Real Master is."