William Valehart was the absolute—supreme god of all existence. He ruled not a world, not a galaxy, but everything. Unbound by time, space, or death, he was omnipotent, eternal… and alone.

By his own will, he sealed away his infinite power and chose to reincarnate. Not in defeat, but in search of something more. He boarded a world-sized ship and cast himself into the unknown, embracing mortality.

He died—and awoke again.

Reborn in a new universe, aboard the same titanic vessel, William finds himself in Urenus, a galaxy far larger and richer than the Milky Way. It’s here that a portion of humanity—just 5 to 8 percent of its population after conquering over half the Milky Way across millennia of war—has arrived through a now-vanished wormhole. Cut off from the rest of their civilization, they’re stranded, under siege, and barely holding out.

Urenus is not unclaimed. Native civilizations, empowered by mana and superior numbers, have rallied against the human invaders. Advanced mech pilots are humanity’s last hope—warriors who push past mortal limits—but they are too few to win.

That’s when William Valehart intervenes.

With fragments of his sealed power awakening and his god-ship still under his control, he saves a human fleet from destruction—and learns of their fragile, desperate stand.

He makes a choice.

Not as a god who demands worship.
Not as a savior bound by duty.

But as a force reborn—who will fight beside them, reshape the war, and carve a place in this new universe.

Because he can

Empty at first glance. Boundless space stretching in all directions. But in this emptiness, at the very heart of it all, stood a towering, divine presence.


Its colossal canopy stretched endlessly, branches spreading like galaxies in bloom. Its roots curled deep into the core of this universe, anchoring reality itself. The Tree was no mere spiritual metaphor—it was a living manifestation of William's dominion over space, time, and life.


This sacred being was part of William's deeper self. A reflection of his past incarnation as Kallus—the wielder of cosmic authority, the master of existence and flow.


At the base of this divine tree lay a radiant domain—a celestial garden, vibrant and serene, teeming with beauty that defied mortal language. Blossoms that shimmered with temporal hues swayed gently in the void, untouched by wind.


Chapter 13 - ch- 13 The Tree of Eternity and the sleeping beauty