Character Sheet:
Name = Hector.
Origin = Genetic engineer died in a accident, reincarnated.
Species = Human.
Starting Abilities / Unique Skill(s): Name you can generate. Lets him summon (create) any character or object from any fiction across all types of fiction using Mana, the more mana he pours he summon stronger or broken ( chacters with Hax ability) characters. He thinks he summon but in reality he creates them using his mana. When he summoned someone or something he can choose to summon the character/object or absorb their skills, stats, appearance and memories (means their existence).
Goal = Become the strongest being in existence, even surpassing Veldanava.
Timeline = Same time with Rimuru's reincarnation. Location = Jura forest.
Prologue: The Architect's Genesis in Jura
The last sensation was a cacophony of shattering glass, the acrid sting of chemicals, and a blinding white light that consumed everything. Dr. Hector Vance, a man whose life had been meticulously engineered around manipulating the building blocks of existence itself, found his own existence abruptly deconstructed. There was no pain in the end, just a profound sense of wrongness, a magnificent experiment terminated mid-calculation.
Then, sensation returned. Not the sterile chill of a lab, but the damp, earthy embrace of soil. Not the hum of machinery, but the vibrant symphony of a forest: rustling leaves, distant bird calls, the buzz of insects, and the gurgle of a nearby stream. Air, thick with the scent of loam and verdant life, filled his lungs – lungs that felt… younger? Stronger? He gasped, bolting upright.
He wasn't in the ruined genetics lab. He was sitting amidst towering, ancient trees, shafts of sunlight piercing the dense canopy high above, dappling the forest floor. Moss clung to gnarled roots, and unfamiliar, vibrant flowers dotted the undergrowth. Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at his throat. Translocation? Hallucination? He looked down at his hands. They were smooth, unblemished by the chemical burns he'd surely sustained. He wore simple, rough-spun clothes of an unfamiliar make.
"What… where…?" His voice, too, was different. Clearer. Younger. The memories slammed back – the containment breach, the cascading failure, the blinding light. He was dead. He knew he was dead. And yet, here he was, breathing, feeling. Reincarnation? The concept, a staple of the fiction he'd occasionally indulged in to escape the rigors of science, suddenly felt terrifyingly plausible.
As the initial shock subsided, replaced by a scientist's desperate need to understand, a new awareness bloomed within him. It wasn't a physical sensation, but a profound knowing. Deep within his consciousness, etched not in neurons but in the very fabric of his new being, resided… a system. An interface. And at its core pulsed a single, immense concept: Creation through Will and Energy.
Words formed in his mind, clear and undeniable, naming this intrinsic power: [Name You Can Generate].
Information flooded his perception, not as sound, but as pure understanding:
Function: Manifest entities or objects originating from fictional narratives across all mediums (literature, film, games, myths).
Mechanism: Expend internal energy (designated as Mana) to fuel the manifestation.
Scale: The potency, complexity, and inherent abilities ("Hax") of the summoned entity/object are directly proportional to the amount of Mana invested. A flicker might conjure a mundane trinket; an ocean could birth a cosmic deity.
Choice: Upon conceptualization, two paths diverge:
Path A: Summon. Materialize the chosen entity/object into the physical world. It exists independently, bound by its nature and the rules of this reality.
Path B: Absorb. Consume the conceptual essence. Integrate the chosen entity's Skills, Attributes (Strength, Speed, Magic, etc.), Physical Appearance, and Memories directly into his own being. This effectively annihilates the potential independent existence, claiming its totality for himself.
Hector stared, wide-eyed, at a particularly large, iridescent beetle crawling on a leaf. The implications were staggering, universe-shattering. This wasn't summoning in the traditional sense of pulling something from elsewhere. [Name You Can Generate] wasn't a gateway; it was a forge. It used his Mana as raw material, his will as the blueprint, to create these fictional constructs from scratch, imbuing them with reality based on the source material he knew. The "summoned" beings weren't visitors; they were newborns, sculpted by his power and understanding.
A manic glee, born of scientific wonder and the sheer absurdity of his situation, warred with primal fear. He had the ultimate genetic engineering toolkit, not for genes, but for existence itself. He could become anything, anyone.
But first, he needed data. He needed a test.
He focused inward, grasping the nascent wellspring of energy within him – his Mana. It felt like a small, cool pool, barely stirred. He needed something simple, low-cost. His mind raced through fictional archives. A weapon? Too dangerous to manifest physically untested. A creature? Potentially unpredictable. An object… mundane, identifiable.
'A lightsaber,' he thought, picturing the iconic weapon from a galaxy far, far away. The blue plasma blade, the metallic hilt. Instantly, [Name You Can Generate] responded. A cost assessment flickered in his perception – minimal. He could feel the Mana required was a tiny fraction of his pool, akin to lifting a feather.
Now, the choice: Summon or Absorb?
Summoning it felt risky. What if it activated? What if the energy signature attracted something? He was in an unknown forest, potentially teeming with monsters. Absorbing… that was safer for a first test. He could gain the knowledge of its construction, the skill to potentially build one later, maybe even the muscle memory to wield it, all without introducing an active energy weapon into his environment.
'Absorb. The lightsaber. The standard Jedi issue, blue blade.'
He made the choice. Instantly, the tiny portion of Mana drained from his pool. It wasn't painful, but noticeable, like a quick breath exhaled. Then, knowledge flooded him. Schematics of the hilt's internal mechanisms – the diatium power cell, the focusing crystal array, the field energizers, the activation plate – unfolded in his mind with crystalline clarity. He understood the principles of plasma containment and magnetic guidance. Simultaneously, a phantom sensation gripped his hands – the perfect balance of the hilt, the weight distribution, the precise thumb movement needed to ignite the blade. He knew how to wield it, the basic stances, the hum of the blade becoming an extension of his arm. He felt a minuscule increase in his dexterity and spatial awareness – attributes honed by wielding such a weapon.
He looked at his hands. They hadn't changed. He hadn't suddenly gained Jedi robes. But the knowledge, the skills, the subtle enhancements were his. He hadn't summoned Obi-Wan Kenobi; he had become, in a very specific, limited way, the embodiment of a lightsaber's wielder. He had consumed its potential existence and made it part of his own.
A slow, incredulous smile spread across Hector's face. It worked. It really worked. The fear receded, replaced by exhilarating possibility. He was a genetic engineer reborn in a world of magic and monsters, armed not with pipettes and sequencers, but with the power to sculpt reality from the clay of fiction. He could summon armies, forge god-slaying weapons, or absorb the powers of legends.
He stood up, brushing dirt from his simple trousers, his gaze sweeping the ancient, sun-dappled expanse of the Jura Forest. Somewhere out there, he instinctively knew, other beings were starting their journeys. A slime, perhaps, embarking on an improbable path. But Hector Vance's path was different.
A cold, ambitious fire ignited in his newly bright eyes, sharper and more focused than any laboratory laser. The memories of his past life, the drive for mastery, the desire to push boundaries – it all coalesced into a single, towering objective.
"Veldanava," he whispered the name, a name that resonated with the weight of a creator god in this new world's lore, learned distantly through the ambient knowledge imparted by his reincarnation. "The strongest being... the Star King Dragon who birthed worlds."
He clenched his fist, feeling the phantom grip of the lightsaber hilt, feeling the thrum of his own, still-modest Mana pool. This power, [Name You Can Generate], was his genome-sequencer for the cosmos. It wouldn't just let him survive. It would let him ascend.
"I don't just want to exist in this world," he declared softly to the rustling leaves, his voice steady with newfound purpose. "I don't just want to be strong. I will forge my strength from the stuff of countless legends. I will absorb powers that defy reality. I will summon entities that reshape the heavens. And I will climb."
He looked up through the canopy, as if he could see past the leaves, past the sky, to the very pinnacle of existence.
"I will climb until I stand where he stood. And then," Hector Vance, the reincarnated architect of life, smiled a smile devoid of warmth, filled only with the relentless hunger of boundless ambition, "I will climb higher. The strongest being in existence... that title will be mine. I will surpass even Veldanava."
The Jura Forest, vast and ancient, held its breath. A new variable had been introduced into its complex equation. Not a monster, not a spirit, but a human wielding the power to rewrite the narrative of creation itself. The tale of Rimuru Tempest was just beginning. Unseen and unknown, the journey of Hector Vance, the Reality Forger, had ignited beside it, a silent supernova waiting to erupt.