Eternal Master: Path to Godlike Status-Chapter 1: ENDLESS PART
A man who looked to be in his twenties moved through the city like a shadow in the crowd.
He didn’t clear a path; he simply stopped being an obstacle, tilting his body a fraction of an inch to let a rushing pedestrian pass.
His movements were so perfectly timed, so natural, that none of the passersby noticed him until he reached a small café tucked between two tall buildings—a rare sight in such a busy city.
The cafe door groaned.
Scent of roasted coffee hit him first—burnt and heavy. The steam hissed from a vintage machine and conversation echoed from scattered tables.
The white silk of his monk robe was pristine. It was a blinding spotlight against the grays of the cafe.
As he walked forward, his black hair—pulled into a single braid that reached his waist, swayed with every step.
Behind the counter, the barista froze, her cleaning cloth hovering uselessly over the wood. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink at the sight of him.
"What can I get you?" Her voice wavered as she found herself unable to look away from his dark almond eyes.
"Coffee. Dark roast."
He paid before she could start the usual small talk.
In the corner, a woman in a black blazer stood up as he approached.
"Master Rain." She bowed and didn’t sit until he did.
He didn’t look at her. He looked at the room.
Six individuals. Professional. Positioned with clear sightlines to their table.
Their heartbeats were fast—little drums thumping under expensive suits.
If they started shooting, he would be across the table before the first casing hit the floor.
"Is this necessary for a friendly chat?"
"Master, I beg your pardon. Classified information requires security."
"Fair enough." he sat down.
"It’s been eighteen years, Master." She tightened her grip on the cup until the ceramic creaked. "...And you haven’t aged a day."
"Don’t envy me. Growing old is a gift."
She realized her mistake too late. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that."
"Don’t worry about it."
A waitress stepped in with a polite smile, setting his cup down and rescuing her from the awkward silence.
She fumbled in her bag, then slid a black card across the wooden surface, her fingers trembling slightly as it reached him.
Department of Defense – Supernatural Division.
He picked it up, his thumb tracing the embossed letters. The same people had been chasing his shadow for decades.
"Master. Please give me a chance to explain."
He set the card down as if it were nothing more than a used napkin.
"Don’t worry. I’m not petty enough to get angry over this. If you contacted me directly, it means it’s important."
"Thank you." She reached into her bag again and placed a tablet on the table.
For a heartbeat, the glass screen remained dark, mirroring his face, then suddenly lit up.
Rows of hospital beds filled the frame. Dozens of teenagers lay pinned under thin white sheets, their skin the color of sour milk.
Their eyes were closed, their faces so animated they looked like wax figures waiting to melt.
"Is this some kind of sleeping sickness?" Rain curiously inquired." Like the outbreak in 1915?"
"No. It’s worse. Ninety-five percent die within weeks. We think it’s a curse."
His eyebrow arched. "A curse? You still believe in a claim that unfounded?"
"Master. You know better than anyone that there are things in this world that can’t be explained. You’re one of them."
"Maybe that’s how you see it. But what people call supernatural is just science we haven’t understood yet. I’m no exception."
His logic wasn’t built on bias but on real-life experience.
In ancient times, people thought walking on water was a miracle, when in reality it was just optical illusion.
Healing was often attributed to fate, yet many were cured by medicine that was advance for its time.
Again and again, history proved the same thing: when humans couldn’t explain it, they called it supernatural—until science finally caught up.
She didn’t argue. Instead, she played a video.
Humans. But not quite. One was moving faster than a camera could track. Another was melting through a steel door like it was warm butter.
He studied the footage frame by frame, searching for flaws. No CGI. No tricks.
"The survivors wake up with unique abilities," she added.
"Unique abilities?" A wide, disturbingly bright smile slowly spread across his face. "How strong are they... compared to me?"
Several of the security detail stiffened at once, as if a wire had been pulled tight through the room.
"Stand down!" Elaine snapped into her comms.
She remembered now. The person in front of her wasn’t just her teacher. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
He was the man who had carved a path of blood to rescue her years ago, smiling the entire way.
The most dangerous man in the planet ’ENDLESS RAIN’
