Location: Bathroom, Apartment Complex
3rd Person POV
Y/N sighed, staring at their reflection in the mirror. Dark circles. Lifeless eyes, and missing pinky finger. A face that screamed exhaustion.
"31 years old. Single. Overworked. My life is a joke. And not only that, I also lashed out on work today... I don't think I will live long enough to see the next day..."
After two grueling weeks of work, they finally took a bath.
As they stepped out—
They slipped.
Their head smacked against the tub. Blood pooled around them. They move up from the pool of blood, standing firmly. Before darkness swallowed everything, as he felt something hit his head.
Before long he could felt his entire body burning, like some acid was poured all over him.
Yet, there was no fear. Just... acceptance.
"Death, huh? Guess I finally get to see what's on the other side."
Born into a religious family, Y/N had always believed in the afterlife. Maybe now, they'd see if it truly existed.
Or maybe... just another life of servitude.
"NOTICE: Individual Y/N's soul is wandering around the physical belt, searching for a host."
Y/N blinked.
"Huh? Who's speaking? Is my Neuralink malfunctioning?"
Back in their world, the Law of 2035 had turned corporations into global superpowers, advancing technology at the cost of morality. Justice was a commodity for the rich.
Y/N had lived within that system, and he didn't seem to mind much. But someone else did—calling for justice.
"NOTICE: Individual Y/N has acquired Unique Skill [Justice]."
That word again. Justice.
He didn't know what it meant. But it made something shift in him—an urge, deep and electric, crawling under the skin he didn't even feel.
"I don't know why I care about that word… but I do."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
"I think someone told me once… that it mattered. That I did. But I can't remember their face. Or their name. Just… the way they made me feel when they said it."
He smiled faintly.
"Like I was meant to break things."
"NOTICE: Individual Y/N has received Temperature Resistance, Poison Resistance, Infinite Regeneration, Soul Regeneration, Pain Resistance, and Body Recreation."
"Can you shut up...?"
Drifting in the void, an unbearable loneliness crept in.
They missed their parents.
They wanted to see them one last time.
Then—
Everything turned white.
Y/N's POV
Clouds surrounded me.
Soft. Endless. Dreamlike.
Huh. Not bad for whatever this is. A coma? Hallucination? Corporate-sponsored dreamscape?
It was beautiful, actually.
But then—
I saw him.
A man with golden hair and a royal red cloak, standing like he was auditioning for the cover of a fantasy novel. His dark blue eyes were void of emotion—blank, distant. Not mysterious, just… unsettling.
A puppet. A mannequin. A walking red flag.
Before I could even scream—
My entire existence shattered.
Literally.
Tiny pieces of me—thoughts, memories, whatever was left of my soul—were sucked into his body like some kind of divine USB upload.
"Hey—wait, wait, WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"
No one answered.
And then—
I opened my eyes.
Awareness. Power. Endless knowledge blasted through my skull like someone hit "download all" on the universe. Stars, planets, quantum strings, math symbols—stuff I was pretty sure I learned in high school, if I even went to high school or was it some form special education?
"So that's what space looks like… Pretty. Still terrifying."
I tried to take in my surroundings—
And then I saw it.
A massive cyan dragon. Staring directly at me.
This was—
"…A dragon," I muttered, blinking once. "That is… undeniably a dragon."
It stared directly at me. A massive, cyan-scaled entity with far too many teeth and far too much confidence.
And then—
It grinned.
Not metaphorically. Literally. Full display of fangs and smugness.
"Let's gooo! You finally got an ego! I'm so proud of myself!" the dragon bellowed. "From now on, your name is Feldway. I mean, Y/N's fine, but Feldway sounds cooler. Flair, you know?"
I stared, taking a slow breath.
"…Right."
"Looks like my experiment worked perfectly! As expected of me!"
That gave me pause.
"Pardon. Did you say… 'experiment'?"
His grin widened.
"Yes," he said simply, as though announcing the weather.
I looked at him. "I see. And you're…?"
He puffed up, clearly delighted. "Ah! Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Veldanava! Or, if you want the full title—Creator Veldanava."
There was a silence as I processed that.
"Creator," I repeated. "As in… the creator of what, exactly?"
He gestured with both hands. "Reality."
Of course.
"Let me guess," I said dryly. "Functionally omnipotent, and reality-bending powers?"
He nodded, beaming. "Exactly! You get it! I built this world—and many others. Played around with fate, time, and existence like a hobbyist with a model train set."
"…Naturally."
"And if titles are too formal, you can also call me R.O.B.—Random Overpowered Being!"
I blinked once. "Yes. That acronym… certainly adds credibility."
Veldanava laughed like he'd just cracked the greatest joke in existence. I kept my tone level.
"I assume I've been forcibly inserted into a new host body—yours, perhaps? Or something you created?"
"Correct again! Feldway, my little prototype! Isn't it exciting?"
Not the word I would have chosen.
I closed my eyes briefly. Attempted a diagnostic. No body. No heartbeat. No reliable source of sensory data. But my cognition felt… intact. Mostly.
I muttered the only internal command I remembered:
"God, Creator, system administrator—anyone—please respond…"
A warmth passed through me.
Then vanished.
Veldanava grinned wider. "I am here. And you're on your own."
I opened my eyes.
"…Of course."
This wasn't a simulation. Not a dream. No data loop. No synthetic feedback.
This was real.
"OH YES!" Veldanava shouted, shaking the skies. "I AM SO EXCITED!!"
I stood still.
New body. Missing memories. Surrounded by clouds. Speaking to a self-proclaimed god who used acronyms unironically.
Only one conclusion came to mind:
I was so screwed.
To be continued...