Okay before we begin I just want to tell you I deleted Nexus because I don't like it even after all I've done. So, I'll just remove it.
As for this fic, it's an experimental fic because I lost my passion for writing and had some difficulty to put my thoughts into it and this fic is a way for me to try and regain it.
Feel free to hate me, I am just writing this to remove my street about life and stuff.
That aside, enjoy this and feel free to suggest. I already wrote 7 to 8 chapter in the draft.
Warning, I'll try my best to keep up with the Genius tag but know I am not a genius.
If I make mistake then please tell me.
It can be cringe, so bere it in mind đ
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Mattias Reis sat in front of his computer doing his typical hobby that ranges from watching or reading some anime or manga to writing fanfiction or doomscrolling through social media.
Though, he isn't a neet or lowlife scum. His father taught him some few essential skills like carpentry, hunting, survival skills and stuff while his mother taught him how to cook and be a decent man.
His family is rather traditional and he kept those values but he is not that devoted in those things and his parents aren't that strict on what he decides for his life.
To be fair he is only 16 years old but he is a lot more mature and smarter than other people. Things seem natural to him.
The truth is that he is a reincarnator whose memory of his past still remains. At first, he expected his new world to have something interesting but there isn't one he had found just yet.
Mattias stretches his body and turns to see mirrors that reflect his appearance. He is quite tall and lean for his age all thanks to outdoor activities that he had growing up and now.
He isn't some muscle beef nor was he lanky skin. Rather he has some decent yet strong muscles that are more practical than a bodybuilder.
Big muscle doesn't immediately mean strength.
He had dark black hair that was medium length hair and deep ebony eyes.
This was not some anime world for him to have colored hair or anything.
"Huh? What's this?"
He turned to see a pop to his computer of a chess game he was playing.
He's been bored and been trying to be like Shiro and Sora.
[ Player "Solomon" challenge Player "Aurelius" ]
Mattias raised his eyes brown, curious on what he was looking at. Someone was challenging him and an interesting name too!
"Interesting. Let's try this."
He accepted the challenge having gut feelings that this will be an interesting game.
And it was.
His opponent was able to calculate and predict his prediction while Mattias predicted his opponent's prediction of him predicting his opponent.
A predictseption.
He had to take it seriously and took how many hours until he fell on his ass when he finally saw the screen.
[ Congratulation! ]
[ You have won! ]
"Fuck yeah! Holy shit! This guy was ruthless! Motherfucking didn't let me breathe! It's like he has some sort of precognition to see through all my traps and moves!"
Mattias felt his head burning from the stress that it put him through. Seriously! Every time he cornered them always had some ridiculous move that caused things to change.
He decided to stop playing for a while and get some sleep.
"You manage to win despite everything huh?"
Mattias suddenly heard a voice turn to himself in a different place!
"What the fuck!?"
He saw nothing but a vast white empty room with what seemed to be a silhouette of a person who was androgynous showing neither man nor women nor their voice that neither a man nor women. It was an amalgamation of both.
It was giving an amused smile.
"Welcome, Mattias Reis or should I sayâŠ.Aurelius." It said while Mattias was speechless trying to reorganize his thoughts until he finally composed himself.
"You're Solomon? Are you God or something?"
He asked as he found the situation similar to manga and fanfiction he read before. Though, it wasn't the entire reason he was calm. He's always been a calm individual even in aâŠunusual situation.
"Yes, I am player Solomon but I am no God nor is that Capital G you're thinking about. What I am does not affect you the least nor can you do anything about it."
The entity, or Solomon it calls itself said. Mattias nodded since he was simply a man and was not stupid enough to try to tempt the entity since if it wanted then he would be dead or worse.
"Hahaha indeed. That calm demeanor is precisely why you won!" Its laughter bellowed then pointed at Mattias.
"From all the mortals I've tried to entertain myself none had come close to winning except you. Of course I had a handicap but that skill is without a doubt far beyond what a mortal could do."
The entity suddenly appeared in front of Mattias who flinched but showed no fear and simply calmly analyzed his situation.
"As a reward for being a gold among copper. You shall find yourself in a more entertaining place with a few gifts and when you're done in said place shall be given ability to any world you so desire."
He said and before Mattias could even utter a word he suddenly felt a jolt from his body and sat up finding himself in a forest with nothing but the clothes that he had and checked his phone finding it different from what he had.
[ Initiating Planewalker system ]
[ 0.1% ]
[ 4.2069% ]
[ 30% ]
[ 67% ]
[ 80% ]
[ 90% ]
[ 99% ]
[.....100%. complete ]
[ Planeswalker system activated. ]
[ All systems are now active. ]
Mattias saw the phone, showed a notification and found out the function of the phone!
"Damn, High speed wifi and processor with unlimited storage and battery as being indestructible and thief proof?"
He whistled seeing his new phone was top tier that makes anyone jealous. This was something he did not expect but decided to not dwell too hard on his situation and focus on solving his problem.
[ You have received "Package" from "Solomon." ]
[ Do you wish to open it? ]
[ Y/N ]
Mattias clicked Yes and saw the reward.
[ You have received "Earth bending." ]
[ You have received "Heavenly Restriction" ]
[ You have received "Magneto Template." ]
[ Do you wish to integrate? ]
[ Y/N ]
He was intrigued seeing the reward. It wasn't an ability that turned him into a powerhouse but still made him insanely strong.
Mattias tapped Yes and immediately felt the shift in his senses as if something clicked into place.
'What is thisâŠ'
He could feel his body was lighter and senses were overwhelmingly pleasant that naturally came to him.
Normally, a sudden change in a person's senses would be dangerous since it makes the slightest sound and faintest smell unbearable.
However, Heavenly Restrictions that Mattias had were similar to Toji or Maki that enhances everything in exchange for the lack of cursed energy. As if he needs it anyway.
Insane precise control and accelerated development was ingrained into him.
He could learn to fight and understand combat at insane speed that even people who trained for decades would be no match to his talent.
'Zenin clan has to be the stupidest clan I've seen.'
Mattias was already cunning and strong but now it went up several levels.
He glanced at a nearby tree and tested his strength by punching the tree.
Whoosh!
With a simple swing that didn't have a proper technique, it instantly shattered the bark like it was a piece of twig. The tree fell with a thud and Mattias can't help but smile.
"Well, would you look at that? Unless I am in some world that has insane powerhouses then I should be safe."
Mattias, unsure what world he was transported to by the entity and checked his phone. He saw there was an app that showed the function.
He saw that he needed to stay for a year and that his time back in the world was halted. He would only then return by then.
After that he could freely travel to any world where in time would receive a package for said world.
"Guess there's that. I should plan things first. I need to know where I am and if my clothes aren't too distracting then I'll change my clothes."
Mattias wouldn't care if the world was weak and can easily be killed due to his insane combat prowess and abilities.
He dusted off his hands and began to move looking at the sky and saw that it was around 9 am solely based on the sun which gives him a few hours before sundown.
Mattias used his seismic sense since he didn't have any shoes. He was simply wearing sweatpants and a shirt.
His senses reach rather far around a few hundred meters away from him. Mattias still hasn't played around his abilities that's why it's only that far.
Regardless, everything came to him as if he used his ability several times. It's not a perfect mastery and more like muscle memory type of thing.
Mattias decided to train a bit until he decided to explore to study and learn how to utilize his abilities.
It wasn't that hard and managed to gain a solid grasp on his abilities.
He learned Lava Bending and manipulated iron by summoning the iron dust on the ground.
Mattias was able to survive by hunting elk and this type of meat is better than any available meat. It took him a week or two to fully grasp.
'Hmmm, a group of men are nearby. Either band of mercenaries or bandits.'
Mattias finally decided to explore and used his seismic sense to find people nearby. He decided to try to negotiate with them and if they become hostile then killing them and leaving one should suffice.
He hadn't killed anyone before yet the thought doesn't seem to bother him.
Fortunately, it didn't make him a murder hobo that are prominent in stories like how people in fanfiction immediately feel okay in killing.
'My family certainly won't take it kindly but whatever.'
He shrugged since he is in a land where morals from his world might not hold any meaning.
Mattias warms up a bit before sprinting towards his destination with immense speed. He was faster than the blink of an eye and didn't even leave any air pressure as he moved which was unnatural.
Eventually, he arrived and stopped to stay far enough they wouldn't see him but near enough that he was able to hear them with his superior senses.
Mattias crouched low behind a dense bush, body still, senses sharpened. His bare feet touched the ground, granting him seismic awareness of every step, shift, and movement within a few hundred meters.
He could feel at least six individualsâarmed, lightly armored, and relaxed in posture. Not soldiers. Not trained men.
He tuned in, his enhanced hearing zeroing in on their voices.
"Can't believe it's been two years already since Stark lost his bloody head," one of them said with a chuckle, voice gravelly and drunk on power.
"Aye," another spat.
"And look what's become of the realm since. King's Landing's got a boy king too green to piss straight, the North's full of traitors, and no one gives a rat's ass about the Riverlands anymore."
"They're burning farms for copper coins and fucking sheep if they can't find women," the first voice said, followed by a chorus of crude laughter.
Mattias' eyes narrowed.
"Remember that village outside Harrenhal?" a third one added, his voice thinner, youngerâbut no less venomous.
"Those farm girls screamed so sweet. Hadn't even bled yet."
"Shut it," one of the older ones barked, "Don't talk like that where the trees can hear."
"Bah, the trees don't care," the younger sneered.
"Ain't no old gods here. Just us and our blades."
"Seven hells," another said, scratching his crotch through greasy trousers,
"You lot better save some of the next batch for me. The last girl bit me and broke a tooth."
More laughter. One of them threw a rock at a squirrel on a tree, laughing when it missed and the creature scrambled.
Mattias had heard enough. He didn't care about their conversation and was focused on what he learned from them.
'Not sure how the timeline is but it doesn't matter.'
He was unsure what his goals were since he could just find a place and stay for a year until he could return to him.
But where's the fun in that? He decided that it would be a fun adventure to take Sansa stark from her confinement. If she's a beauty then having be his seems like a good idea.
He hopes her age is the same as her T.V counterpart or at least some alternative version. The books also described them to be quite the beauty like the now widow Catelyn Stark.
What can he say, he's a pervert.
Mattias vanished from his spot and reappeared where he walked into their camp. The band suddenly turned to look at him and his strange clothing that seemed high quality in their eyes.
"Hehehe look at this bloke. Hey, you lost?" One of them said while Mattias ignored him.
"Who's the most knowledgeable here? I have a few things I want to ask."
Mattias said while the people of the camp looked at each other.
"What is it to you?" A bearded bald man asked.
"So I can spare that one."
With those simple words, the air around the camp seemed to freeze for a heartbeatâbefore it shattered into raucous laughter.
The men burst out laughing as if he had just told the funniest joke in the Seven Kingdoms.
"Spare that one, he says!" one of them cackled, slapping his knee.
"Boy, you sound like some hedge knight tryin' to sound scary!"
"Aye," another jeered, brandishing his rusted sword. "You got a mouth on you, lad. Maybe we'll spare youâafter you entertain us a bit."
The bald bearded man grinned wide, showing a row of yellow teeth.
"Look at 'im. Not even wearin' armor nor does he hold any blade. Just silk and talk. You lost, boy? Or did your mother drop you off hopin' we'd make a man outta you?"
More laughter erupted, cruel and mocking. One man even gave a theatrical bow, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Please, mighty lord, have mercy on us lowly bastards! Spare us, oh gracious one!"
The camp filled with the sound of jeering and boots stamping on the dirt. They howled in amusement, spitting on the ground and calling him "pretty boy," "lordling," and worse.
Mattias stood there silently, unmoving, expression unreadable as their mockery grew louder.
They mistook his stillness for fear.
"Cat got your tongue?" the bald man asked, stepping forward, his grin widening. "Tell you what, you kneel now, maybe I'll make your death quick."
The laughter started to fade as the man approached, something about the boy's eyesâcold, utterly unbotheredâdidn't sit right.
Mattias exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded.
"âŠThen I suppose I won't be sparing anyone."
The moment he finished speaking, the laughter died mid-breath. A chill swept through the camp, and every instinct in those men screamed wrong.
Mattias moved casually, almost lazily, as if stretching his hands rather than attacking. Then, with a simple grasping motion, the air groanedâmetal buckled and screamed.
Several of the men were crushed where they stood, their own armor collapsing inward like tin foil under invisible pressure. Bones snapped, flesh split, and their screams tore through the camp.
The survivors staggered back in horror, shouting over one another.
"Witchcraft!"
"He's a bloody mage!"
Panic set in immediately. Those without armor drew their blades, eyes wild and desperate.
Mattias remained still, calm amid the chaos. Then, without a word, he pressed his palm to the ground.
The earth rumbled in response, cracking and shifting as jagged walls of stone erupted upwardâencircling the camp and sealing them inside with him.
Mattias smiled faintly and raised one hand.
The air began to hum, then crackle.
A heartbeat laterâevery sword in the camp shuddered, tore from their owners' grips, and flew toward him like a metallic storm. The weapons hovered behind his back, orbiting him in a gleaming halo of steel, points glinting under the dim sunlight.
It was a sight that froze every man in place.
"Seven hellsâŠ" one of them whispered, voice trembling.
"What⊠what is he?"
Mattias tilted his head slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Please! Please, mercy!" one of the bandits dropped to his knees, hands raised in surrender.
"Weâwe didn't mean no harm! We were justâjust talkin', that's all!"
Another stammered, "We can give you gold! Food! Anything you want!"
Mattias chuckled. The sound was quiet, almost kindâbut there was no warmth in it. "Gold? Food? You think I won't take it after I kill you?"
The blades behind him trembled, ready.
He turned slightly, his tone almost casual.
"You prey on the weak. Burn villages. Laugh about it."
"Don't you find my actions amusing? Don't you do the same to your pillaging and raid?
His eyes hardened. "Then laugh now."
With a flick of his wrist, the swords answered.
They shot forward in a deadly balletâslashing, piercing, and tearing through flesh as the camp filled with screams. Mattias moved among them like death itself, each step deliberate, each strike clean.
Within moments, the laughter, the begging, the chaosâall fell silent.
Only one man remained, crawling backward, blood staining his hands and knees.
Mattias approached him slowly, the floating swords returning to hover at his back once more.
The survivor looked up at him, face pale, tears streaking through the grime.
"M-Mercy! I'll tell you everything you want!"
Mattias stopped a step away, expression unreadable. His face was splattered with blood, yet his eyes were calm, almost detached.
"Good," he said simply.
Then, his gaze sharpened as he stared down at the man.
"NowâŠanswer my questions."