A 20-year-old man named Rum; a human reincarnation of the ultimate savage known as the terrifying Plum, lived as a decent person since he was adopted by a family of four. Join him on his adventures and watch him grow for better or worse.
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In the early dawn of the B.C. era, long before empires had fully formed and the gods themselves were still shaping the heavens, there was a realm beyond mortal comprehension, a place of swirling chaos and untethered reality. It was here, amidst the writhing energies of destruction and primal forces, that Plum was born. No one could say whether he was the product of divine wrath or something far more sinister, but from the moment he emerged from that chaotic abyss, it was clear that he was not meant to coexist with the living world. His form was a sight to instill terror.
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Plum. A creature made out of pure chaotic energy, and the Ultimate Savage. When he first appeared, it was as though the earth itself shuddered at his presence. Villages and small settlements, blissfully unaware of the horrors to come, were the first to fall under his reign of terror. With a single punch, he obliterated entire landscapes, leaving nothing but scorched earth and crushed stone in his wake. Fields that once bore crops and nourished people were flattened into desolate wastelands. Forests that had stood for centuries were uprooted and reduced to splinters. Plum's very existence became synonymous with the idea of destruction, his actions so swift and brutal that they defied the comprehension of mortals. Wherever he went, terror followed. The skies darkened as though the gods themselves had abandoned humanity, and the air grew thick with the scent of blood and smoke. None could stand against him; no weapon could pierce his flesh.
But perhaps the most chilling aspect of Plum was the way his tendril-like hair technique. It was as if each strand possessed its own consciousness, spreading across the globe like an unstoppable plague. Cities that lay thousands of miles apart suddenly found themselves entangled in his reach. His tendrils snaked through alleyways, across mountains, and beneath oceans, wrapping themselves around kings and beggars alike, ending lives with cold, mechanical efficiency. There was no rhyme or reason to his slaughter, no pattern that could be discerned. Plum's sole purpose seemed to be destruction, a walking nightmare that left nothing but fear and devastation in his wake. In just one day, the entire world couldn't withstand him.
Plum's reign of terror on Earth was only the beginning, a mere prelude to the boundless devastation he was capable of unleashing. Once the planet was leveled, every corner of the globe drenched in fear, Plum's gaze turned skyward. His cold, dead eyes scanned the cosmos as though searching for his next target. With no hesitation, he launched himself into the void of space, defying the very laws of nature. Plum did not need air, nor did he care for the cold, lifeless vacuum of the universe. He moved with terrifying speed, his immense form streaking across the stars like a comet, his tendrils flowing behind him as if eager to consume whatever lay in their path. Planet after planet fell under his monstrous might, each world suffering the same fate as Earth, absolute chaos.
