The sun over the African plains burned mercilessly. Flies circled the corpse-strewn field where smoke curled from blackened jeeps and fallen mercenaries. Among them lay Hanry Austin, 25 years old, his chest torn open by a high-caliber bullet, the red of his blood mixing with the dust battlefield.
He died with a whisper on his cracked lips, "Finally…"
For twelve years, Hanry had known nothing but war. abducted from home and sold into the hands of warlords at the age of thirteen, he was beaten destroyed and forged into a weapon which was used, discarded, used again again and again till he was broken. Not once in his life did someone look at him with love. Not once did he sleep without one eye open.
But death was not an end. like a stupid naive old goat said death is but another great adventure
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Hanry awoke in nothing. floating amidst stars
No pain. No heat. No noise. no soul crushing guilt Just… silence. A vast black space with uncountable stars stretched infinitely in all directions. He sat up, blinking. His blood-stained uniform was gone. He wore a simple black shirt and jeans. His hands were whole again, his pains eased.
"Comfortable?" said a voice deep, amused, echoing from everywhere
Hanry turned. A man stood before him, tall, wearing black bispoke suit ,with a face which was forgettable. His eyes, though they were bright unusual unnatural for a man with such a forgettable face. but above all ,what you could feel from this creature was the power which was bursting of off him
it felt like a caricature a facsimile of what a human would look
"Am I dead?" Hanry asked, not startled, just curious. even after almost dying again by a heartattck after a bullet, he was scared but nothing showed on his face like he didn't cared, only thing you might see would be a slight curiousness of the man.
"Very. Heart shot. Clean kill," the figure replied casually. "But you're not done. here we are"
Hanry raised an eyebrow. "Not done being killed?"
The being laughed, a rich, rumbling sound. "no Not yet . You see, I am in need of an Enforcer." said the being looking at austin
"Why me?"
" well i can give you thousands of reason but one shall be enough ,because you've lived through hell and didn't break. You know suffering. You know cruelty. But more importantly you're empty."
"...Thanks, I guess?"
The god-like being continued, "I am what people like you would call a Custodian a arbiter of this perticular multiverse . Occasionally, mongrelic beings slip through the gaps into universes where they don't belong. Demons. Eldritch gods. Aberrations. I need someone to eliminate them. Permanently. No rules. No mercy."
"And if I say no?"
"well You don't. You already said yes. The moment you didn't beg to live again you were the enforcer. I give you purpose, power, and a home. and you do what you do the best ,slaughter "
Hanry stuck at one word . "Home?"
The being smiled. "Yes. You get to choose your base universe. One you'll live in when not on missions. One to call your own. A world from the stories you've heard or read."
Hanry blinked. "I only ever heard of one. A book… from someone I cared about."
"Name it."
"Harry Potter."
The god laughed. "Of all the worlds, you choose that place ?"
Hanry's eyes darkened. "It had something I never had love. Family. Friends."
A beat passed. Then the god nodded.
"Very well. You will enter the Wizarding World as your base universe. but you would have some responsibility towards the place ..like you need to keep it safe and the world should grow
austin nooded
now we talk about one of the most important part… powers."
A massive golden wheel materialized in the void, each section glowing with a different symbol—Naruto, Marvel, Star Wars, Bleach, Fate, Worm, and hundreds more.
"Since you know nothing else," the god said, "spin the wheel. Fate will decide what gifts you carry."
Hanry approached and grabbed the polished wooden handle. The wheel creaked as he spun it. Faster. Faster. Blurring symbols. The wheel slowed, ticking from world to world, until it landed on:
WORM: Shaper Shard – Full Potential Unlocked and instant mastry of all the powers it provides.
Hanry stared. "What the hell is a Shaper Shard?"
The god chuckled. "A gift from a dead race . Your shard lets you reshape all organic life—muscle, bone, blood. Yourself or others. You are a walking biokinetic lab. you could control blood bones muscles ,create it, manipulate it in and outside the body"
"...That sounds like cheating."
"Oh, it is. You're essentially a god of flesh now. Grow wings. Harden your bones into armor. Reconstruct a corpse. Evolve beyond humanity. Just think, and your shard will make it so."
Hanry whistled softly. "So… not shapeshifting. Rewriting biology."
"Exactly. And you'll learn faster than any mortal mind could. You'll be a biotinker, a warrior, a scientist of life itself."
Hanry stood silent for a moment. Then he nodded. "Alright."
He looked around the void.
"Hey, Mr. god?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks… for giving me something I never had."
"And what is that?" the god asked.
"A second chance."
With a smile, the god raised a hand—and the void tore open into swirling light.
and he gently pushed Austin in it
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[To Be Continued…]
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