I looked at the glowing blue screen hovering in front of me, a thrill of excitement bubbling in my chest. This was it. My future. My own cheat system—real, tangible, glowing, and full of promise. Power, adventure, escape from a mundane existence... it wasn't just a fantasy anymore.
The possibilities swirled in my head—anime tropes, game mechanics, isekai clichés. I was ready to go full protagonist.
"Nice to meet you too, System. So, what's next?" I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the vast, empty space. I half-expected a dramatic fanfare or maybe a booming narrator voice congratulating me. Instead, the screen stayed serenely professional.
[Master needs to modify my functions. Please note: core functions cannot be changed directly beyond a certain threshold... but that threshold is quite large.]
"Well then," I grinned, rubbing my metaphorical hands together, "you'll be the Infinite System of Infinity."
Yeah. I said it out loud. Felt right.
"You'll upgrade endlessly. No limits. I'll earn EXP for literally everything I do. Since you're infinite, give me EXP from infinite types of work. And everything in the system? Costs just one point. Simple."
I leaned back—not physically, but emotionally. Satisfaction hit like a good power chord. Who needed balance when you had infinity?
[Accepted. That's within range, Master. However, the '1 point for everything' clause creates significant strain. It is possible, but in exchange, you will be limited to only two starting worlds instead of the default one thousand.]
"WHAT!?" My jaw dropped. One thousand worlds… down to two?
That was brutal. There went my dream of conquering a new world every Tuesday.
I stared at the screen, deeply betrayed. One thousand worlds! Think of the loot! The upgrades! The villain speeches! But then... the lazy side of my brain reminded me: I couldn't juggle a thousand worlds anyway. Not at level 1.
"Fine, fine," I muttered, already calculating how to max out those two. "Proceed."
[Please pick any two worlds from your memories and their timelines.]
"Okay, wait," I said, narrowing my eyes. "You keep saying 'worlds'—what does that actually mean? Aren't I just getting reincarnated into one? Like a single new life, one universe?"
[Master, you will be born in one world, but you can travel to and exist in many parallel worlds. While you're present in one, time in the others will remain frozen. You can return to any world exactly where you left off—no time passes without you.]
"…Seriously?" My eyes widened.
That was... actually really cool. No missing side quests. No villain power creep. Total control.
"Alright, then! First pick: 'I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince'... but as the 8th prince. Name me Zevion. Make me just a year younger than Lloyd and his brother. For the second world—Overlord. Start of the game. I'm the owner of Yggdrasil."
Strategic genius meets anime obsession. The 7th Prince world had magic prodigies to compete with, and Overlord? Well, who wouldn't want to be Ainz Ooal Gown with an infinite system?
[Are you sure, Master? These choices will restrict you significantly.]
"I'm sure," I said, casually waving away the warning with my non-existent ghostly hand. Restrictions were just… suggestions for normal people.
"Oh, and for appearance? Random. I'm not spending 3 hours customizing my baby face."
[Understood. One more thing, Master—you may receive a powerful starting benefit if you accept a permanent random negative curse. Shall I proceed?]
A curse? Unexpected, but tempting.
My brain kicked into overdrive. Risk vs reward. "Random" could mean anything from "slightly unlucky" to "cursed sneeze magic." But still… a free buff? Worth it.
"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Go for it. I'm ready. Can't wait."
Suddenly, the void twisted.
It was like reality itself turned inside out—nauseating, disorienting, like being squished through a cosmic meat grinder. My consciousness flickered, then slipped away into darkness.
...
The next thing I felt was soft. Gentle rocking. A warm, muffled sound nearby.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft, unfamiliar light. My vision was blurry, but clearing. Above me was a canopy. A small, ornate canopy.
I was in a cradle. A ridiculously comfortable one.
Surrounding me were several women in elaborate maid outfits, peering down at me with expressions that ranged from doting to utterly stunned.
[Master, you have received:• Magic Talent• Infinite Energy• Curse: 'Weakest Illusion' (Permanent)This curse makes you appear extremely weak, no matter your actual strength. However, your unsuppressed infinite energy currently makes you appear as a terrifying monster. Recommend suppressing your aura immediately to avoid detection by higher powers.]
I ignored the advice for now.
I was a baby. A terrifying one, apparently. But a baby nonetheless.
I wiggled my tiny fingers and pointed up at the ceiling, a mischievous thought bubbling in my very tiny, very smug brain.
Time to cast something insane. Something that would make even Lloyd look like a noob.
I focused. My infinite energy surged—chaotic, overwhelming, but somehow still mine to control. It was like holding a star inside a paper bag.
I gathered it at my fingertip. A tiny, black dot formed. And I fired.
The ball floated lazily upward and touched the ceiling.
Silently, with no fanfare or light show, a perfectly circular section vanished. Not just the ball—the entire section it touched. Gone. Like a cosmic cookie cutter had snipped it out.
And it didn't stop. The black void continued upward, cleanly slicing through the roof, then the sky itself—before silently imploding, leaving behind a perfect, impossibly deep spherical hole in the heavens.
Elegant. Destructive. Art.
I looked at it, probably smiling like a smug little baby genius. Then I compressed my aura deep inside, hiding all traces of my power.
Exhaustion hit instantly.
I drifted off to sleep, ignoring the absolute panic radiating off the maids around me. They were probably wondering how to explain this to the prince.
The next day, I was captured alive by a one-year-old.
Yep. Lloyd.
The tiny magic prodigy himself.
And before you judge me—yes, I caused the sky-hole thing to flex on him. It was dominance. Establishing pecking order. You get it, right? You've watched anime. You know the feeling of dunking on the main character. Especially when they're a smug little magical toddler.
Anyway, by "captured," I don't mean thrown in a cell or sealed in a magic circle.
He literally grabbed me. With his chubby toddler hands.
And I couldn't stop him.
He tried casting a few monster-tier barriers first. I deconstructed them with a thought. Easy. But physical touch? Unstoppable.
So yes—Zevion, infinite-power wielder, manhandled by a giggling baby.
The maids loved it.
"Ohhh! They're so cute together!""Aww, brotherly love!""Such a bond!"
No one understood. This wasn't bonding. This was war.
I'm 100% sure Lloyd only showed up to figure out what spell I used yesterday. He sensed something, even if he couldn't understand it. The nerd was already trying to poke at my aura.
Also, the sky hole? The nobles decided it was a sign from God.
Apparently, divine favor now looks like a perfectly spherical rift in the clouds. Sure. Why not?
And speaking of other things…
(Hey System, wasn't I supposed to go to the Overlord world too?) I asked, mentally tapping the blue screen in my mind.
[Of course, Master. You can go anytime you want.]
(Cool. Let's do that. I mean, I was just born yesterday. I won't be doing much here besides dealing with Lloyd's magic obsession for the next few years. Might as well get started.)
[Confirmed.]
Time froze.
Literally. Lloyd, the maids, even the air—they all paused mid-movement. Like someone had pressed "pause" on reality itself.
Terrifying.
No joke—I could feel how unnatural it was. My meta-awareness told me what was happening, but knowing didn't make it any less creepy.
As I floated in that frozen moment, my thoughts drifted. Slowly, I started to feel dizzy. My eyes drooped.
Maybe it was because I was a newborn. Or maybe it was dimensional travel fatigue. Or maybe I was just mentally fried.
Either way—I was out.
Good night.