Alex's Past Life
(Original Protagonist)
Alex was born on Earth, an ordinary human in a world that no longer was.
On his planet, mana existed… but only as a whisper of what it once had been. Pollution, the brutal advance of science, and technological expansion had almost completely suffocated that primordial energy. Humanity survived supported by machines, interstellar fleets, and weapons capable of erasing worlds, while mana was relegated to myths, ancient theories, and forgotten laboratories.
At first, humanity lived in a fragile peace with the Zerg, a world-devouring race that expanded like a conscious plague. It was not true peace, but rather a truce sustained by fear and convenience.
Until human greed ruined everything.
High command, corporations, and governments saw infinite resources in Zerg territories. Rich worlds, living energy, impossible biotechnology. And so the war began.
Alex was not a soldier. Not at first.
One day, without warning, a Zerg colony managed to bypass Earth's interstellar defense systems. No one knew how. They only knew the result: entire cities erased, continents reduced to smoldering ruins, millions dead in a matter of hours.
Among them, his country.
Rage was stronger than fear.
Pain, stronger than reason.
Alex enlisted.
The galaxy he came to know afterward was a graveyard. Entire worlds had been colonized or annihilated by the Zerg. Almost no living races remained. The only exception was a humanoid species similar to the elves of ancient Earth legends… but they were neither elegant nor delicate.
They stood nearly three meters tall.
Their skin was purple.
Their presence, imposing.
They did not die at the hands of the Zerg.
They died at the hands of humans.
Their worlds were plundered, their history erased, their cities turned into spoils of war. Alex participated in those campaigns. Not with pride, but neither with enough strength to stop them. In war, morality was a luxury few could afford.
In the end, he died in combat against the Zerg.
There was no glory.
There was no final farewell.
Only darkness.
But the universe was not finished with him.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a different world. A world saturated with mana, so dense it could almost be breathed. And then he noticed it.
A ring.
In his mind, a voice.
A presence that called itself Titan.
He did not know what it was.
He did not know if he could trust it.
He only knew one thing:
His story was not over.
And what was coming… would be far greater than a galactic war.