I opened my eyes.
A small, unfamiliar room. Sunlight spilled through a cracked window, illuminating the dust motes floating lazily in the air. A creaking wooden bed, a rickety chair, and a wardrobe that had clearly seen better decades.
I was… a child.
Ten years old. Tiny hands, soft skin, fragile bones.
I let my eyes wander, taking in the room, the town outside the window, the faint sounds of life in the streets. Villagers bustling, merchants calling, the distant clatter of hooves on stone. Everything familiar. Everything I had read.
This world… I remembered it.
And I remembered me. The background character. The one no one noticed. The one destined to vanish, a background Character.
I smiled—a cold, empty smile.
"So this is my Body. Fragile, weak… disposable."
I flexed my small fingers experimentally. Nothing. No strength, no skill, no magic coursing through my veins. Just… potential.
Potential I now fully understood.
I remembered.
The ability I carried here—the ability to erase anything from existence. To disassemble and reshape reality itself.
A simple test. A pebble on the floor. I focused. One thought. One intent.
It disintegrated. Gone. Nothing remained.
A leaf from the windowsill. Disintegrated. Then reintegrated as a perfectly carved figure of a dragon. I examined it. Perfect. Precise. Controlled.
I chuckled silently. No one would ever suspect.
They see a ten-year-old. A background character. Helpless. Weak. Ignored. Unimportant.
Perfect.
I reviewed the limits in my mind. Focus. Awareness. Subtlety. Physical strain. This body was fragile; I could not abuse the power yet. The omniverse itself waited, but I would take it carefully, piece by piece.
A knock on the door.
"Boy… breakfast…" a muffled voice called.
A trivial human obstacle. Annoying, predictable.
I glanced at the small wooden cup on the table. With a thought, I disintegrated it into dust, then reintegrated it into a knife the size of my palm. Harmless to them, but a demonstration to myself. Precision, control, subtlety.
I allowed a tiny smile. How amusing.
And as I surveyed the town, the heroes, the villains, the events I remembered so clearly… I realized something. I wasn't meant to matter.
But now I did.
And the world, blind to my presence, would never see what was coming.
I will survive. I will thrive. And when the time comes… I will rewrite destiny itself.