The Oldest Star

[THE MODIFIER YOU SEARCHED DOES NOT EXIST IN STAR STREAM.]

Kim Dokja stared at the screen, his mind momentarily blank.
「 Secretive plotter does not exist...? 」

The system message pulsed with a cold, absolute finality. In the 73rd Demon Realm, the constellations fell into a bewildered silence. The Great Sage, the Uriel, the Black Flame Dragon-none of them recognized the name.

Before he was a "Plotter," and before he was the King of a desolate world, a drifter of countless the world-lines.

Having endured 1863 regressions of betrayal and solitude, the Secretive Plotter had long since abandoned the concept of "hope." To him, the Star Stream was a graveyard of failed stories. That was until he encountered the anomaly: Kim Dokja. A man who shouldn't exist, who spoke of a "conclusion" the Plotter had never seen, and who looked at the regressor Yoo Joonghyuk not as a tool, but as a person.

In the midst of his bewilderment, the Plotter begins to trace the origin of this spark.

Drifting through the farthest, quietest corners of the multiverse, he finds another anomaly-this one dim and very faint, tucked away in the farthest, quietest corner of the Star Stream, he found sparks of probability-a phenomenon that shouldn't exist in a world where the Star Stream hadn't yet arrived. It is a world before the Fall-a world that shouldn't possess a single drop of Probability. Yet, there he is: a young boy emitting faint, rhythmic sparks of golden static.

The Secretive Plotter had long since tired of "surprises,"-a man who had seen the end of all things-found his gaze drawn to an anomaly in a quiet, Seoul apartment. This was a spark he had never seen in 1,863 turns-an anomaly he could not simply pass by.