I was reading my novel of multidimensional type when I heard a sound—something moving through the air at very high speed. At the same time, I felt a strange heaviness on my shoulders, like pressure from above.
I looked upward.
And I was shocked to my very core.
There was a huge meteorite coming straight toward my face.
Next best thing that happened after that… is I died.
It is normal. A human dies after getting born. We are not cultivators or magus who can use supernatural powers to gain immortality.
Vampires, werewolves, serums… such things are all fantasy. But reincarnation, regression… those things are hope.
Nobody knows what comes after death. So how can one say that after death there is no regression or reincarnation?
Such mysteries of the world remain unknown… until it happened to me.
I was reincarnated as a planet.
The thing is, when I regained my senses—or tried to—I could not see. Could not hear. Could not smell. Could not taste. Could not feel touch.
But I could do one thing very clearly.
I could feel existence itself.
In the process of learning the art of sensing, I understood a terrifying fact: my entire body was like a solid block of rock.
At first, I thought I might be a stone.
But after an unknown amount of time, I understood…
I am nothing but a small planet floating in vast space.
I was in such a vast void that I could not even sense whether there were other planets or stars nearby. Just pure absence of everything.
Time kept moving.
I could not understand how much time passed. I only did one thing the entire time.
I revisited my memories.
And that only made me more regretful.
I thought I was a good person… but what sins did I commit to deserve this body?
I could have become an ant. That would have been better than this loneliness.
But time changes everything.
Everything.
Slowly, I became silent.
I thought less.
Then even less.
My mind started becoming clearer each second, like dust settling in still water.
Until after many unknown cycles—possibly years—I fully accepted my new identity as a planet.
To pass time, I started doing something strange.
I began sensing each grain of dust and counting it.
I don't know how much time went by, but I fully counted every grain of sand across my surface.
There was nothing inside me that I did not know about.
Every crack, every ridge, every shift in terrain… I was aware of it all.
What made me realize I was no longer human was my thinking itself.
I could count endlessly, without fatigue.
And yet… I remained fresh. Unchanged. Unbroken.
Honestly… I started liking being a planet more and more.
Next, I wanted to understand what I could do as a planet.
I could move—slowly, like drifting in water.
I could sense radiation emitting from my body.
I could also move small grains using my senses, almost like telekinesis.
I was becoming more and more like a planet.
But does a planet have telekinesis ability?
The more I became a planet, the more I felt myself growing stronger.
After drifting for a long time, I suddenly sensed another planet nearby.
The distance between us was nearly 1031 times the size of my body.
Strangely, I could not only sense it—but I could also measure distance instinctively.
I still don't know how big I am, so I count distances in my own way.
I reached that planet in just one hour.
I counted seconds carefully.
It was slightly less than an hour. Maybe one second less.
The closer I moved toward that planet, the stronger the gravitational pull became.
It felt like we might collide.
To avoid that, I stopped moving.
But now… that planet started moving toward me instead.
I used my senses to inspect it.
Given how slow it was, I could have outrun it anytime.
It was a planet just like me.
No bigger. No better.
But unlike me… it had no awareness.
No presence like mine.
Was my planet body a special case? Or did something go wrong in my reincarnation?
Such thoughts arose in my mind.
I pushed them aside.
It did not matter.
What mattered was this:
I did not know what to do with this planet.
Can I eat it?
Should I play with it like a football?
Or… can I make love to it?
Strange thoughts—thoughts I would never have had as a human—kept rising naturally now. They were not even shocking anymore. Just… possibilities.
I used my senses to touch every corner of that planet.
Its surface was rough. Empty. Lifeless.
I wanted to bisect it into two parts.
But my mental strength was not enough for such precision.
Still… I could move one grain at a time.
So I started.
One grain at a time.
Time passed.
Again, I don't know how much.
But slowly, I improved.
Now I had dug a hole nearly ten percent of its diameter deep.
My telekinesis ability also grew.
Now I could lift two grains at once.
A massive improvement.
My lifting power had doubled.
After another unknown stretch of time, I reached deeper.
Deeper than crust.
Deeper than structure.
Until I reached the core.
But what I found… was strange.
It was dry.
Like mud that had long lost all moisture.
No lava.
No heat.
No internal energy flow.
Nothing.
Am I like that too?
Did I also lose my core warmth?
Or is there still something remaining inside me… something I have not discovered yet?
And will it be enough for me to survive until I find a living world?
Such thoughts arose again, but I did not stop moving.
I continued drifting through space, through silence, through endless emptiness.
Until one day…
I received a strange message in space.