In the beginning, before creation, there was nothing.
No sky, no earth, no sea, no stars.
Darkness, light, time, origin, law—all were woven together in chaotic confusion, suspended in a state of formless uncertainty.
At some unknown moment, as the chaos gradually began to settle, Chaos itself was born—the primordial god of chaos.
It came into existence alone, boundless and infinite—a vessel containing both darkness and light, time and space, order and the very chaos from which it sprang.
It was the beginning of all things.
Chaos.
The origin of the world.
The origin of the universe.
The origin of the gods.
Everything—time, space, darkness, light—all began here.
In ages unknown, within the realm of Chaos, a vast and solid land emerged from the primordial disorder.
Gaia was born—the first primordial god of the Chaos realm, and the goddess of the earth!
At this moment, there was no sky, no sea, no light, no darkness, no time, and no living creatures.
The earth continued to expand, but the surrounding environment remained in a state of chaos.
Shortly after, deep beneath the earth, within the chaos below, the deepest, darkest abyss of the underworld came into being.
Tartarus was born—the second primordial god of the Chaos realm, and the god of the abyss!
Now, the Chaos realm consisted only of earth, the abyss, and boundless chaos.
There was still no sky, no ocean, no light, no darkness, no concept of living beings or time.
The earth grew.
The abyss grew.
Chaos shifted.
— “Where is this?” Where am I?
“I…
Tartarus?
The Abyss itself!
God of the Abyss!
The realm of Chaos!” He had been reborn into another body, but the flood of simple memories that crashed over him in that moment left Tartarus momentarily stunned.
“The realm of Chaos…
it seems familiar…
this is the world of Greek mythology!” “I see.
I’ve been reborn into the realm of Chaos, and I’ve become Tartarus, one of the five primordial gods—the second to be born, the god of the abyss!” Tartarus accepted his reality and quickly focused on his new existence.
The abyss was vast and infinite.
He was now the abyss itself, capable of perceiving everything within it with effortless clarity.
He could also sense clearly that he, as the Abyss, had been formed from the fusion and condensation of countless highly unstable, violent, and chaotic sources.
This chaos was not mere disorder—it was permeated with every form of negativity: destruction, death, devastation, explosions, annihilation, decay, ruin, catastrophe, suffering…
Countless unstable, chaotic, and violent origins had merged to create the stable existence of the Abyss, leaving him in awe of Chaos’s miraculous creative power.
Tartarus continued to explore and sense his surroundings, perceiving something faintly.
Compared to what he could see within the abyss, the earth above him was entirely different, radiating a sense of peace and stability.
The abyss was like an alloy of countless destructive substances, containing terrifying power capable of annihilating worlds and all existence.
The earth was like an alloy of countless living things, possessing boundless vitality and inexhaustible potential.
At the same time, Tartarus was surprised to discover that the abyss now existed in close contact with the earth.
In this world, except for the earth and the abyss, everything else was a state of infinite chaos.
They were not separated by darkness; he understood clearly that in size, he was equal to the earth, as if they were two halves of a single whole.
Yet their origins were clearly opposite—like black and white, yin and yang, life and death within the great cosmic balance.
The earth gave life.
The abyss destroyed.
They seemed to be one, yet they were not.
— At the moment when Tartarus was deeply contemplating the harmony between the earth and the abyss, a sacred light shone between them, and a figure appeared.
She was blonde, beautiful, and elegant.
A pure white, semi-transparent gown could not hide her tall and flawless figure; her smooth, ivory skin gleamed beneath the fabric, radiating a soft, luminous glow.
In this world, there was no temperature, no sensation of heat or cold—but when the maiden appeared between the abyss and the earth, Tartarus felt a gentle warmth at the sight of her.
Even the turbulent and restless abyss quieted in that moment.
“I am Gaia, goddess of the earth.
I thank you, Chaos, for your creation—I am no longer alone.
May I know your name?” “This is Gaia?
She radiates youthful energy and gives a sense of warmth.” Tartarus was slightly surprised.
He was not startled by Gaia’s sudden appearance.
This world consisted only of the abyss and the earth; it was only natural that other beings would emerge.
What surprised him more was Gaia’s current form.
In his previous life, he had known mostly the Greek myths from the time of Zeus, the third-generation god.
The mother goddess Gaia appeared extremely rarely, and never in the form of a young maiden.
“Time changes everything,” Tartarus thought to himself.
“It changes worlds, and it changes immortal gods who live forever.” His thoughts, transmitted as a deep and powerful male voice, resonated throughout the abyss.
“Greetings, Gaia, goddess of the earth.
I am Tartarus, god of the abyss.
I am truly delighted to have encountered such a beautiful being as yourself at the moment of my birth.” “Your appearance has brought peace to the chaotic abyss and clarity to my bewildered soul.” The beautiful goddess of the earth, Gaia, smiled softly.
“Chaos created me, the earth, and then created you, the abyss.
From now on, I shall be your elder sister.” Tartarus replied, “Yes, my sister.
I have only just been born and am filled with curiosity about all things.
I apologize for sensing the beauty of the earth without your permission.” Gaia, goddess of the earth, said, “I understand.
When I was born, I too was curious about everything and ventured out to explore the wonders of the Chaos realm.
I also apologize for entering the abyss without your permission.” “Your birth filled me with curiosity, and I wished to see the second god of the Chaos realm first.
My brother, may I see your divine form?” — Gazing at the beautiful maiden Gaia, Tartarus realized a problem.
Gaia, the earth, had now taken the form of a young maiden.
She had achieved divinity, possessing a humanoid divine body.
Using knowledge from his past life, she—who had originally been the earth itself—had successfully adopted human form and gained a divine body that could move freely.
But he, as the abyss itself, remained in his original form—and had not yet been deified!
“How do I become a god?” Tartarus quickly reviewed the additional memories he had acquired since arriving in this world.
The Chaos realm.
The true form of the Abyss.
The god of the abyss.
Deification.
The divine body…
These fragments of information were memories that had naturally surfaced in his mind upon his birth.
Shortly after his birth, before he could fully process his memories, he had encountered Gaia, the goddess of the earth.
In an instant, Tartarus realized that he was not yet able to achieve godhood.
As for the reason, he could not remember.
“As the abyss, my true form contains the chaotic essence of various terrifying and violent forces, possessing immense divine power.
Yet I am currently unable to achieve deification like Gaia?” Tartarus was bewildered.
What should he do?