Chapter 43 — A New Awakening
"Hey… wake up."
A soft, sweet voice tapped against his face again and again.
Nameless slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, he saw a small girl standing in front of him. She was tiny, her face full of innocence, but what caught his attention the most—
Her eyes.
They looked exactly like his.
Nameless frowned slightly, confusion filling his mind.
"…Why are you looking like me?" he muttered.
The little girl puffed her cheeks and started hitting his face lightly again.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, daddy!"
Daddy.
The word echoed in his mind.
Nameless froze.
Then—
A memory surfaced.
A broken vision from before the war.
A girl.
A woman.
A life he could not fully remember.
His eyes widened slightly.
"…So it's real."
Before he could process further, the door opened.
A woman walked in, drying her hair with a towel. She had just finished bathing, and without hesitation, she looked at him and smiled naturally.
"Good morning, Krishna."
Krishna.
Nameless instinctively wanted to correct her.
That's not my name.
But he stopped.
He was not a fool.
His mind worked faster than anyone else's. In just a few seconds, he analyzed everything around him—the room, the atmosphere, the lack of spiritual energy, the fragile structure of this world.
This was not the cultivation world.
This was the other world.
The one where his soul fragment had lived.
Nameless stayed silent.
Observing.
Understanding.
And then—
A strange feeling filled his chest.
Something he had not felt for a very long time.
The emptiness inside him…
Disappeared.
For centuries, even after gaining unimaginable power, there was always something missing. A gap he could not explain.
But now—
It was gone.
Nameless slowly exhaled.
"…So this is what I was missing."
His complete soul.
His complete existence.
His full potential.
Everything had finally come together.
Memories began to align inside his mind.
The truth revealed itself.
The plan of the True God.
Nameless had once died in the cultivation world. His soul was sent to this modern world, where he was meant to live a peaceful life. His memories of the cultivation world were supposed to be erased, allowing him to experience something different—something human.
Then, after dying here, his soul would return.
Balanced.
Complete.
Ready to rise beyond everything.
But something went wrong.
A fragment of his soul remained behind.
Because of that imbalance, Nameless forgot this world.
Instead, he remembered the cultivation world.
He returned there, filled with rage, revenge, and ambition.
He fought.
He climbed.
He became something terrifying.
Everything that was supposed to happen… twisted.
Nameless let out a small chuckle.
"So even a god's plan can fail."
The woman in front of him noticed his expression.
"Why are you smiling like that?" she asked casually.
Nameless looked at her.
His wife.
A concept he had never truly experienced before.
He wanted to speak.
To understand this world.
To understand her.
But when he tried to sit up—
His body refused.
He frowned.
His legs felt… weak.
He looked down at them.
Slowly, carefully, he tried to move.
Nothing.
Nameless narrowed his eyes and instinctively attempted to use his power.
In that instant—
A burning pain shot through his eyes.
His entire body trembled.
The sheer force of his own power tried to awaken—
But the body could not handle it.
Not even a fraction.
Nameless immediately stopped.
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Then he leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling.
"…Ah."
A small, helpless laugh escaped him.
"So this is the situation."
The strongest being in existence.
Reduced to a weak human body.
Unable to even stand.
Nameless closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again with calm acceptance.
"…Interesting."