Michael sat on the edge of the bed, his mind lost in a haze that seemed to cover everything around him. It wasn't mere thinking—it was a strange sensation, as if the entire world were silently watching him. His crimson eyes reflected a new body, tall, 1.85 meters, with thick black hair, every inch of him pulsing with a power he had never known before.
He skimmed through the memories of the original body's owner, but felt nothing except emptiness: failure, worthlessness, lack of abilities, a life that made no difference. All of it was present, yet no longer mattered.
After several minutes of deep contemplation, he decided to clear his mind: he took a shower to regain energy, ate to fill his stomach, each movement calm, deliberate. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't just see himself—he sensed that he was beginning to transform into something else… something stronger, sharper, more prepared for what was to come.
Then came the voice, clear and strangely cold:
"Host transfer complete detected. Initializing Simulation System."
His heart jumped slightly, though no expression crossed his face. He knew these words signified something far greater than a mere announcement: his own system, entirely different from any Akasha or cosmic registry, had begun its initialization. A system that would shape his abilities, choose his paths, and make his body merely a vessel for the power to come.
Michael sat in silence, a sense of anticipation filling the air, unaware of what would unfold once the initialization finished. Yet he felt that everything around him had grown eerily still, as if the universe itself paused for a moment to witness the first steps of his new system.
The end was just the beginning: a blank screen of possibilities, silence before the storm, his crimson eyes fixed on the void where his system, Simulation, would begin to reveal what no human had ever known before.