Chapter 1

Chapter 1: An Unexpected End

In a quiet room, a nineteen-year-old boy sat on the edge of his bed, completely absorbed in the world of his favorite comic, Who Made Me a Princess. With bright eyes brimming with curiosity, he swiftly scrolled through the screen of his phone, captivated by the intricate plot and adventurous journey of its characters. The story told of a princess reborn into a life filled with challenges, political intrigue, and complex emotional ties with those around her. The tale was so enchanting that it made him forget everything else—both time and place.

As he immersed himself in the narrative, he failed to notice that his phone was plugged into the charger lying next to his bed. Beside him, a glass of water rested precariously on the table, slightly tilted. Without warning, the glass tipped over, spilling its contents onto the charging cable. In an instant, a small spark erupted, and a surge of electricity coursed through his body. Everything happened so quickly; pain vanished in an instant, and the world around him faded to black.

When his consciousness returned, he found himself trapped in an oppressive darkness. He opened his eyes but saw nothing. It was dark, empty, and silent, as if the entire universe had vanished. He tried to move, but it felt as if his body no longer existed. All his senses were stripped away by the terrifying void surrounding him. In this state, time seemed to stop; perhaps centuries had passed, or even longer. He lost count of the years drifting by in this solitude, struggling to maintain his sanity amidst the eternal silence.

Moments turned into moments, and he could only hear the sound of his own thoughts. Hundreds of years, thousands of years, until finally millions of years passed, all feeling hollow. He did not know whether he was alive or already dead. Only the loneliness filled the space in his mind, creating a sense of despair that grew deeper and deeper. He tried to remember the faces of his friends, his family, and all the beautiful memories he once had, but all of them began to fade. There were no sounds, no aromas, just the silence that seeped into his very soul.

Suddenly, from the depths of the darkness, a figure began to emerge. A soft light enveloped the figure, providing a stark contrast to the emptiness surrounding it. The figure appeared calm and authoritative, like a king emerging from the shadows. The light reminded the boy of the beautiful moments in his comics when heroes appeared to save the world from darkness.

"Child, do you understand why you have been trapped here for millions of years?" The figure's voice was soft yet imbued with an undeniable power. The tone flowed into the depths of his heart like a melody.

The boy stared at the figure in confusion, uncertainty painting his features. "No," he answered honestly, his voice trembling. He felt anxious, frightened of what might happen to him.

The mysterious figure smiled faintly, an expression full of understanding. "You are here because you have not entered the cycle of the end of life. You have not gone to heaven or hell. A soul like yours is trapped between these two worlds, isolated and aimless." The words of the figure ignited a deeper curiosity within him.

The boy fell silent, stunned by the explanation. He pondered what he had just heard. "Why can't I enter the cycle of the end of life?" he asked, his curiosity growing more intense. He could not grasp why he was trapped in this place, far removed from the life he once knew.

The figure stepped forward, as if distance and time meant nothing to him. "Because your soul is special," he said in a tone full of mystery. "You are one of the few souls that possess extraordinary power. A power that can influence much in the world you are about to enter."

"Special?" the boy repeated, incredulous at what he was hearing. "What makes me special? I'm just an ordinary young man who loves reading comics."

The figure nodded. "Yes, souls like yours are very rarely found. Many souls get caught in the ordinary cycle of life, but not you. Therefore, I will grant you a new opportunity. I will reincarnate you into a different world, and as a reward for waiting so long, I will grant you three wishes. However, think carefully, child. What do you desire?"

The boy gazed at the mysterious figure before him, a mix of disbelief and hope swirling within him. Reincarnation? Three wishes? All of this sounded like something he could only read about in the comics he enjoyed. Yet, amidst the emptiness he had experienced for millions of years, anything was better than being trapped in this endless darkness.

With a racing heart and a mind filled with possibilities, he began to contemplate the wishes that would change his destiny forever. What should he ask for? Power? Wisdom? Or perhaps something simpler, like the chance to experience the happiness and friendships he had lost?

Finally, after careful consideration, he nodded. "I want a chance to start a new life in a different world. I want the strength to protect the people I love. And lastly, I wish to gain knowledge about everything happening around me, so I can alter my fate and make the right decisions."

The mysterious figure smiled widely. "Those are excellent wishes, child. With the power and knowledge you will possess, you will be able to change your fate and help others. Your new story begins here, at the brink of an opportunity you never anticipated. Get ready, for the adventure that awaits you will be greater than anything you have ever read in a comic."

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