Prologue

(Northern water tribe)

I have reincarnated once again. 

I am not even surprised.

To think I would once again become a mortal was a surprise. 

'In hindsight, I should have expected this to happen. Did I grow narrow-minded and not think of this possibility. Maybe.' 

At one moment, I was drifting in space, fueling a massive spell that stretched to thousand yellow and blue stars absorbing all their energies.

To fuel the creation of a body that could host part of the equation. 

And be the body that Serena always wanted. 

While the energy from the thousand stars was enough to make an alloy body out of all the unique and exotic metals. I had collected it over the years, but it still was not enough to separate the equation into two parts. 

I needed an Almighty catalyst for that. Something that could help me do as I please with the equations while giving a new life to Serena. 

For that, Thanos was the perfect candidate. The moment he would snap the finger and make half-life disappear from existence.

It would be the moment when enough energy is generated to allow me to separate the equation into two parts. 

I anticipated that it would weaken me.

And if I happen to be unlucky. I will be erased as well. 

I guessed I would spend that time in the void or with another multiversal being. I was betting on lady death, to be honest, but I didn't anticipate that ×÷+- would have plans of his own. 

And the next moment, all I could do was leave a cryptic message to Serena. Who has finally acquired a permanent humanoid body that "this is not the right time yet" before I was erased. 

Since I could still feel her in the omniverse, I am sure she can feel my presence too. Now I could only hope that she understood my message correctly. And when the time is right, snap the infinity gauntlet once again. 

But that was something in the far future. Right now, I need to deal with the present situation I found myself in. 

Once again, reincarnated, this time without any new wishes but still a clear mission, if you can call it that. 

( Find yourself and understand your being)

That's it. Now I know where I got my habit of leaving cryptic messages. Like god, like servant.  

Life is weird, I had heard this sentence from many people, but the more time passed, the more I understood this sentence's profoundness. 

I was mortal once, then was reborn as a Kryptonian. I studied under the best of the best and found a family that I never had in my first life.

Then I lost that family only to end up in a completely different universe and became a household name in that universe. I learned mystic arts and battled with gods and dragons only to emerge victorious.

Made Ultron so afraid of facing me in a battle that he chose to instead convince me with the words that 'humans were not worth protecting.' 

 I became the protector of 8 realms and reconstructed Asgard once Odin died.

I helped in the rebellion of Olympus against Zeus. 

I did so much, yet here I am. Once again, the same old mortal that I was at the start.

Life is indeed weird. 

I guess it makes sense to reincarnate in the world of avatar.

 If ×÷+- wants me to go on a spiritual journey.

I guess one was not enough for him.

Maybe he doesn't even consider it as a spiritual journey in which I came to accept all my past lives and accept that I am everyone and every one of them is me. 

Not having my powers feels strange, yet at the same time, I feel at peace somehow. It is like I am free of a burden I never knew. 

This is the second time I reincarnated as a child, but this was worse than the last time. Krypton was so advanced in technology that I didn't have any trouble with the basic shenanigans a child has to go through. But this world was even more backward than my original world. 

Every day I live, I get more traumatized with life as I have no control over my bowel movements. 

I was born in the northern water tribe. Let me tell you one thing.

Living as a newborn at the north pole equivalent was not a good experience. 

The year, I was born, 18 mothers gave birth. Only 5 children survived their first name day including me. The reality was harsh. The kids couldn't handle the cold and suffered from many diseases that ended their life. 

I was no exception.

Everyone thought I would succumb to pneumonia first. Since my mother died giving birth to me, which made me lose the opportunity to receive her nutritious milk. 

But I survived. My will to live was too powerful for me to die in such a way. It was painful, very much so, but at this point, I have grown used to pain. 

I feel it every day. The pain of losing something precious of my being, makes me feel like I am incomplete. Like I was missing something, I knew what it was. 'My equation. 

I thought, why didn't they just let me have milk from some other woman that recently given birth, I later learned that there was a custom in the northern tribe that the newborn cannot receive the milk of another woman for the first 3 months of its birth no matter the situation. 

A terrible custom, but the thought process that went into it was that if the child survived the first 3 months without a mother's milk, only then it was worthy to receive it. 

All I could say was that the northern water tribe has a lot of traditions that need to be changed. 

My mother died giving birth to me, and my father didn't have it any better too. He was a soldier in the tribe army and was on a mission while my mother gave birth to me. 

The group he was part of returned when I was half a year old.

My father was not among them. He died at the hands of the fire nation army, making me officially an orphan. 

Even though I tried to play my part as a baby, it was hard given my acting skills. I was considered an abnormality. A child, too calm for his age, very easy to raise, and well disciplined. 

It bugged a lot of people that encountered me. Some thought it was the grace of spirits, while others were a bit afraid of me. 

Thankfully, I didn't have to live as an orphan because even though my father never showed his face to me, he left something even in his death for me. 

He was a water bender, certainly not a skilled one. He was respectful to his teacher and always asked for his guidance whenever something troubled him. Pakku never considered him a capable bender but always considered him an ideal student. 

So much that, once he heard about the tragedy, that has fallen on his student's only child; his student's only legacy. He adopted me. 

That was how I got Pakku as my grandfather. 

Who knew that he had such a soft heart before meeting katara. 

Life is indeed full of surprises. 

During early childhood, I didn't have many options except for thinking and more thinking. And that was what I did. 

It had quite a few good results. I accepted my fate and the mission assigned to me because it was clear that I had no say in this. 

If ×÷+- wants me to discover myself, then that is what I shall do and dedicate my life towards it. The 'world of avatar' didn't have beings comparable to Tiamat or Níðhöggr that could devastate entire planets. I shall let things take place according to the natural order of things and only focus on my journey. 

Aang, even as a child is still capable. He does not require my help necessarily in his journey. 

I'm smart, calm, mature for my age, and well disciplined. I never complained like other kids when Pakku assigned something to me. I never threw tantrums for silly things. 

Pakku had very high expectations for me, and why would he not? I was a perfect clay for him to mold into an asset for the northern water tribe. I could not only be my father's last legacy but his own. 

Sadly, things didn't go as he had foreseen. At the age of 2, he lost all hopes of me being a bender. I was incapable of the art. 

I was not surprised as my very being never belonged to this world. How could I be capable of bending? If I remember the lore correctly, to gain bending, you have to sign a contract or reach an agreement with the spirits that your soul is compatible with to bend. 

Or find a Zeratul turtle and request him to grant you the ability. Those were the only two ways I am aware of. 

I couldn't be born with the art of bending since my soul was not of this world.