Mack was just another forgotten soul, betrayed, broken, and erased by a world that never saw his worth.
But death was not his end.
When his heart stopped beating, the universe itself trembled. A divine glitch tore open the fabric of existence, and Mack's soul was pulled through into a realm where thought shapes matter and will creates worlds.
Reborn in the land of Elyndra, a plane suspended between gods and monsters, Mack awakens with fragments of infinite power: the System of Origin, a cosmic engine that bends every law of creation.
He can command energy, rewrite matter, and evolve beyond mortals, gods, and even the creators who rule the multiverse.
But power comes with purpose.
Ancient entities sense his awakening. Worlds begin to quake. The heavens whisper his name, The One Who Should Not Exist.
And Mack?
He only smiles.
Because for the first time, he's free.
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Chapter 1: Death Wasn't the End
Rain poured across the city, cold and relentless, washing away the blood on Mack's hands.
His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he stumbled through the alley, neon lights flickering above. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound. His so-called friends had sold him out, his inventions, his dreams, his life, all stolen for fame and power.
> "Guess this is how it ends," he muttered, collapsing beside the trash fire that barely fought the rain.
A shadow moved.
A whisper, digital yet divine, echoed in his mind.
> [ERROR: SOUL NOT FOUND IN DESIGNATED REALITY.]
[REBOOTING EXISTENCE.]
Mack blinked.
The world froze.
The rain droplets stopped midair.
And then everything shattered, sound, sight, sensation, replaced by a roaring sea of light.
He floated weightlessly through a cosmic storm, his body disintegrating into code, his mind rewriting itself.
> "What is this…?" he whispered.
[Welcome, Mack. You have been chosen by the System of Origin.]
[Initialize: Rebirth.]
A thousand galaxies ignited behind his eyes.
He felt his heart, no, his soul, reignite, burning brighter than suns. The universe bent around him, folding into a single glowing thread of destiny.
Then came the fall.
Through light. Through darkness. Through memory and silence.
Until he crashed into a field of silver grass beneath twin suns. The air shimmered with magic, every breath vibrating with creation itself.
Mack rose slowly. His body pulsed with power, divine circuits glowing faintly beneath his skin.
The wind whispered in a language older than time.
> "This world… it's real."
"No," he said, a grin forming as lightning danced in his eyes. "It's mine."
The System's voice echoed again, calm, absolute, unyielding.
> [Quest 1: Rewrite your fate.]
Mack clenched his fist, and the ground beneath him cracked.
A single thought reshaped the soil into molten light.
Death had freed him.
Now the gods would learn what it meant to defy a man who refused to stay dead.