Chapter 1: 1,897 years later
"Where am I?"
Reginald opened his eyes. A glaring purple light flooded his vision, accompanied by a strange sound he couldn't quite comprehend. Above him, a fish-like creature swam gracefully through the air. Yet he wasn't underwater. He was suspended in the middle of... something.
There was no sun, no sky—only a realm of shifting purples and deep shadows. Oddly, it felt familiar. Comforting, even. As if this strange world were his true home. And despite the surreal surroundings, his memories remained vivid.
He quickly reviewed them. His name was Reginald, a part-timer working at a convenience store. He had a happy family, good friends, and a peaceful life. Just last night, he had gone to bed as usual—and now he was here.
Reginald could only conclude one thing: this must be a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare.
But something didn't add up. In dreams, your thoughts are foggy. Sights blur, sounds distort. You don't feel things clearly. And yet, here, everything felt real. His mind was sharp, his senses alert. It was like waking up, not dreaming.
To be sure, he pinched his wrist. Pain shot through his hand and up into his brain like a jolt of lightning.
He muttered, "This... isn't a dream?"
"Then the only thing I can think of is... I'm in another world? Did a portal open beneath my bed and send me here, like in those web novels I read?"
After thinking about how he ended up in this place, Reginald sighed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with an answer. Shaking his head, he took one more look around. Staying in one spot wouldn't give him any answers—he had to move.
As Reginald continued forward, he discovered many strange places and creatures unlike anything he had ever seen in his life. Some were so terrifying, they looked like monsters from horror movies. Thankfully, they seemed to ignore him completely. One sight, however, made his skin crawl—a massive wall made entirely of black skeletal hands. The hands moved, as if they were trying to follow him, reaching and writhing, but they remained trapped within the wall.
Panicked, Reginald turned and ran.
Time passed—hours, maybe more. Still, there was no sign of an exit or anything significant. The place felt vast and empty, endless. Despite walking for what felt like ages and taking a few brief rests, Reginald couldn't shake the feeling that he was just wandering aimlessly through an endless void.
Lying on the ground, Reginald let out an exhausted sigh. He had no idea what had brought him to this strange place—and even less of an idea what to do next. His mind was overwhelmed with confusion and a flood of scattered thoughts. More than anything, he just wanted to lie in his own bed again.
He gazed upward. The purple sky above him shifted like a restless ocean, rippling with strange light. Otherworldly creatures of various sizes and shapes drifted through it, swimming as if it were water. Reginald's heart ached with the desperate desire to escape. He didn't want to be trapped here forever.
As the thought of being stuck in this place took hold, his imagination ran wild—visions of endless isolation, no social contact, no food, no entertainment. The mere idea sent a chill down his spine and stirred a new urgency within him. He had to find a way out.
Just as he stood up, a glowing purple orb appeared before him. It shimmered in shifting colors, growing larger, like a droplet of water suspended in the air. Within the orb, vivid scenes began to emerge. First, a vast forest. Then, it shifted to a snowy plain surrounded by towering mountains, where bear-like creatures roamed. Next, a desert under a blazing sun. The orb seemed to be cycling through different worlds or locations.
Reginald stood in awe, watching the display, until finally the image settled on a village nestled deep within a forest. As if compelled, he reached out and touched the orb. His hand passed through it like mist.
The orb began to glow brighter—then, in a flash, it pulled Reginald inside.
...
In a quiet village, children ran through the streets, their joyful laughter echoing up into the sky. Mothers watched from the sidelines, chatting and smiling as their little ones played. The village was alive with warmth, happiness, and a carefree atmosphere.
But in a small, isolated house tucked into the corner of the village—like a lonely pebble forgotten on the road—things were different.
Inside, a girl sat alone, hugging her knees with her eyes closed. The sound of laughter outside drifted through the window, reaching her ears like a distant memory. It only deepened the sadness in her heart. She couldn't go outside. She couldn't join them.
Her name was Leblanc. She had been born with black hair—a rare trait in the village, one believed to be a sign of misfortune and chaos. Worse yet, she had the ability to use magic. That sealed the villagers' fears. Though her parents had once been members of the village, both were long gone. The only reason she hadn't been exiled was because of the lingering respect for her family's past.
But she knew it was only a matter of time. Eventually, they would lose patience. And when that day came, she'd be cast out.
For a little girl with no one to rely on, exile would be no different from a death sentence. So, she stayed hidden. She only left the house to eat or bathe, and even then, only when no one was around.
"I want to go out... I want to play..." Leblanc whispered.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting golden light across the room. But even its warmth couldn't comfort her.
Suddenly, a gasp rang out just beyond her door. It was the voice of a man—startled, confused. Her eyes widened. Probably someone from the village? She stood up, curiosity outweighing her fear, and opened the door with a hopeful smile.
But what she saw made her freeze.
There, standing just outside, was a young man she had never seen before. He wore strange clothes—unlike anything she'd ever seen in the village.
"Who... who are you?" Leblanc asked, blinking in surprise.
Reginald was surprised to see a little girl step out from behind the door, but he quickly offered a polite smile.
"I apologize for the intrusion," he said gently. "You can call me Reginald. And you are?"
"I'm Leblanc... um, why are you here?" Leblanc asked, glancing around nervously before turning her gaze back to the young man standing before her.
"Leblanc?" Reginald blinked in surprise, his eyes widening slightly.
"Yes?" she replied, tilting her head.
"Ah, it's nothing," he said, shaking his head. But inwardly, his thoughts were racing.
'So that's why that place felt familiar—it was the Void. And now there's a character standing in front of me. This confirms it... I'm in the League of Legends world. And that means... I'm a Voidborn?'
Voidborns were constructs of the Void, terrifying creatures created to consume and grow. They were powerful, often capable of destroying entire cities. But as Reginald looked down at himself, nothing about his appearance suggested he was one of them. He had no mirror to confirm, but his hands, his body—they all looked human.
'Wait... I wasn't born in the Void. I was just sent there by whatever force brought me into this world. I'm still human... I'm safe...'
"Hmm, are you okay?" Leblanc asked, noticing his silence.
Reginald snapped out of his daze and quickly smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking about something."
...
In the centuries that followed, Reginald became a mentor to Leblanc, teaching her the principles of magic, despite not being able to use it himself at first. He watched her grow into a powerful sorceress, and through that journey, he slowly uncovered the truth about himself.
Reginald was not human.
Though it took him many years to realize it, he was a Voidborn. The reason it took so long to discover was that his powers were unlike those of other Voidborn creatures. His essence was not grotesque or monstrous. Instead, his powers existed in two distinct forms: his humanoid appearance and a second, transcendent state he called the Cosmic Form.
In his Cosmic Form, Reginald could manipulate the raw forces of the Void—space, time, and other abilities of himself. He was not merely a creature of destruction like the others. He was something more.
He trained relentlessly, honing his abilities while traveling across Runeterra with his faithful disciple, Leblanc. Together, they encountered countless races, creatures, and cultures, journeying from the golden sands of Shurima to the tranquil lands of Ionia. Reginald immersed himself in the world's histories, people, and conflicts.
As the ages passed, Reginald bore witness to the pivotal events that shaped the history of Runeterra. He watched the fall of the Shuriman Empire during the catastrophic Void War, took part in the Great Darkin War, and lived through the reign of the Iron Revenant. He witnessed the tragic Ruination of Helia and the emergence of the World Runes, which ignited the devastating Rune Wars.
Throughout these eras, Reginald crossed paths with countless legendary figures—Azir, Ryze, the yordles, the Three Sisters, and many more. Though history would never speak his name, he was there—in the shadows, shaping events from behind the curtain. A hidden force, unseen but never absent.
But with time came a burden.
Reginald's connection to the Void deepened. He discovered a terrifying truth: unlike other Voidborn, he was not merely a creation of the Void—he was its heir. A living gate. A Doorway through which the Void could spill into the material world.
The longer he remained in the physical realm, the stronger the connection between the Void and Runeterra became. If left unchecked, it could trigger the emergence of a new Rift—far more catastrophic than the first.
To prevent this, Reginald made the difficult choice to return to the Void. There, he sought to master his cosmic nature, to bring balance to the power that surged within him, so that one day, he could walk among mortals once again without risking the destruction of their world.
And so, 1,897 years passed.
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AN: Wow, this sounded like an ending.