My name is Jin Ryoushin.
What am I? Honestly, I'm not sure.
But I can safely say that I am no mortal or god. I am just me. And that's enough for me.
From the first day I can remember, I existed inside a tiny dimension. Not "tiny" as in cramped—but limited. It had a castle, a garden, and shelves upon shelves of books. Books on science, magic, time, void, swords, quantum soup—you name it, I read it.
That was my world.
I spent what felt like lifetimes there, devouring knowledge. Growing stronger. Strong enough to punch a black hole into a white dwarf and call it "exercise."
Besides the books, I had something else: the bands on my wrists. They look like accessories. But they're not. Even though they look like one. Besides, they are not 2 but one. Omni.
Omni can split itself—divide its abilities between forms. One half turns into any kind of armor. The other? Weapons or tools. I usually go with a staff. It feels elegant. Also good for dramatic flourishes. But that's a story for another day.
Anyway, back to the dimension. One day, it started falling apart. No warnings. Just... cracks, flickering, and the ominous sound of reality glitching like a bad video game.
I acted fast. Let Omni absorb every artifact it can, as it can gain all the abilities of the devoured item.
As for the books, only one remained. The others turned into specks of light. And what the remaining book does, I don't know. So, I simply toseed it in my pocket dimension.
Then it happened. The dimension collapsed.
But instead of dying, fading, or slipping into some cosmic void, the dimension became light. Raw, unfiltered light — not heat, not color, just presence. And that light didn't scatter. It wrapped around my forehead, forming a halo — thin, radiant, white-silver, and utterly silent.
At first, it was just a halo. Floating. Unattached. Unreal.
Then something shifted.
It turned solid. Into something like a crown. It was pure white in color with some bright patterns on it.
The shape of the crown defied the physics he had read. At the very center was a diamond-shaped emblem surrounded by an angular diamond-shaped frame, suspended in place but not connected, hovering as if held together by some invisible force.
But that was not even the strange part—
It was like that halo, hovering around my forehead, perfectly aligned without touching my skin. The crown's oval band floated in the air, its edges tapering into sleek points, encircling him as though it had claimed its rightful place, not worn, but orbiting me like a silent guardian.
[The Pic - Will upload at a later date. I still need to improve the art before I can publish it]
And yeah… it looked amazing. But I had no idea what it meant at that moment.
Then I was somewhere else.
A new dimension. My strength? Still with me, but limited. Too limited. There was a ceiling I couldn't cross. Every time I tried something, The Loop struck me down with lightning. Not the regular kind. This lightning actually hurt. (That's saying a lot, considering I once ate plasma for breakfast.)
So I wandered.
World after world.
One was just lava. The next: acid rain. The next: spiky gravity bombs? (Don't ask.)
Each one was a dead world. Lifeless. Except for the last one.
That world was interesting. It had more than one path to power. Which shattered my belief, as I had read that worlds generally had one path to power.
Martial artists relied on Inner Strength, the by-product of nature itself, and Aura, the raw energy of their spirit. Then there were mages, who drew on Mana — energy produced by the world. That one caught me off guard. I hadn't even known a world could make its own energy.
And then there was Ether — cosmic radiation filtered by the world, made safe enough to absorb. It was restrictive, but powerful enough to let ordinary beings touch fragments of the laws of the universe — something no mortal should ever be able to do.
That's what made her so special. That hot-headed girl could wield space laws. Inferior to mine, of course, but still… impressive. Watching another being bend reality like that was rare. Maybe the books I'd read were wrong about what mortals could and couldn't do. Doesn't matter. I look forward to seeing her again — hopefully stronger, strong enough to face me… and without too much of a grudge over my mistake.
As for that world… I'll visit it later. Thankfully, I've already locked onto its unique frequency, so finding it again won't be a problem. Next time, I hope I'll have better control over my power. The last thing I want is to accidentally blow someone's head off simply by using a little bit of force.
That's why I started using the new power system I came up with — abilities sealed inside cards. Safer. Cleaner. Or at least, that was the idea. It still needs work.
Case in point: I tried using a teleportation card, and my own space powers mixed in by accident. Instead of going where I intended, I got dumped in some random place — right into someone else. Specifically, her.
Luckily, I'd wrapped myself in a sort of forcefield using one of the cards I made, so she didn't die on impact. Small victories, I guess.
Now I'm falling through dimensions again. I wonder where I'll land next. I just hope it is a new life world. Because finding purpose in a dead world is a waste of time.
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A/N: The Timeless world arc will be a little bit tricky to write. Wish me luck. And yes, this story will remain free. Think of it as a somewhat slice-of-life adventure story. It has no big boss to defeat. But in some adventures, there will, of course, be mini big bosses.