The void was silent. Endless, empty—yet heavy with presence.
Two figures stood within it. One shone with a brilliance that no words could capture, a being who had seen the rise and fall of all things. The other was a man. A man whose very existence had once silenced gods and torn galaxies apart… yet now, he stood quietly, waiting.
The Absolute spoke, his voice calm, steady, carrying warmth even in its vastness.
"You may do as you wish. Reincarnate onto Earth. Live as you please. After a trillion years as the Machine Killer, you no longer need to fight for me. Find your own path. Learn what happiness is. What emotion truly means. And remember—should you ever call, no matter the distance, I will hear you."
The man didn't answer immediately. For trillions of years, he had done nothing but fight, kill, and destroy. He had no concept of peace. No family. No bonds. His world had always been battlefields drenched in steel and silence.
Now he was being offered… freedom?
After a long pause, he lowered his head slightly. His voice, quiet but firm, carried no hesitation.
"…I understand."
The Absolute's expression softened, almost like a parent watching a child finally walk on his own. Then, with a gesture, the void rippled. Light engulfed the man's soul, folding and reshaping it before sending it drifting into a new world.
A cry cut through the quiet of night.
His eyes opened slowly. No longer the body of a warrior. Not a man… but an infant. His limbs were weak, his body fragile, and yet, beneath it all, his true self still lingered. A vast ocean of power sealed deep within.
Blinking, he looked up. A woman's face hovered above him, her expression tired but overflowing with joy. Tears slid down her cheeks as she whispered softly, "He's beautiful…"
Beside her, a man rested his hand gently against the newborn's forehead, his smile firm yet kind.
Their eyes met his.
Something shifted inside him. Not the rush of battle. Not the numbness of eternity. Something warmer. Softer. Something he had never felt in all his endless years—belonging.
So this… is being born.
The Absolute's words echoed faintly in his mind: Find happiness.
The child blinked slowly. For now, he would live as their son. In this "ordinary" world, with these "ordinary" people.
But deep within, his true power remained. Silent. Waiting.
And one day, when the time came, the world would discover it.