The universe experienced a rebirth following its collapse, and the world was reconstructed after being shattered. After thirty centuries, twenty-one planets circled the Blood Moon, and three dominant civilizations reigned over the cosmos. Those referred to as the "Superhumans" possessed mastery over their genetic secrets, maneuvering through the divisions between the three factions and holding the ability to alter reality itself. Enhanced humans transformed their bodies into instruments of combat, pledging their souls to wealthy elites in pursuit of endless riches within the harsh landscape of extreme capitalism. In this universe, death was a regular occurrence; suffering and warfare, as well as aspirations for the future and sustenance—everyone placed their faith in the Blood Moon, longing for a new beginning. The long-awaited chance to make a change had finally come; the Lord provided the key to the future. Jockri, now positioned on the Golden Throne, hid his face and shut the historical account that extolled his virtues. Was he truly that remarkable? How could he be unaware? It was the best of times, yet it was also the worst of times.