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God Incarnate

What if you could unlock your brain's full potential? What if the limiter that was set on your body was broken? What if... --------------------------------------------------------- In a far and desolate planet there was a boy who contracted a virus that killed millions of people. He was already on his last breath until... The boy, through sheer will and unwillingness to die suddenly managed to unlock his full potential. His brain, the universe inside our head evolved into something that made him into a higher being. Able to adapt to any environment, able to evolve his body to best suit his surroundings. His evolved brain is able to process data faster. And his mutated body was able to regenerate faster. He became a God. An immortal. An everlasting entity. Thus he was able to live until the day his planet was destroyed. After his planet was destroyed his body reformed into space. He then began to wander the eternal cosmos for a new planet. His body underwent a major change during his travel. Able to absorb and produce different kinds of energy that he encountered…Going from planet to planet observing its beginning and witnessing its ending. Learning about parallel-universe. Meeting beings made of magic or law; Gods! But with eternity comes solitude. He became apathetic and lost his desires. He became stagnant. After travelling every known realm and space, he has killed every being just to satiate his ever empty feeling. He seeked battles and war just to feel something. And when the last Primordial God died by his hands he stopped moving. He drifted into space for half an eternity. Seeking closure in slumber, reliving the days he spent as a mortal, as a weak being who was struggling to survive. He wishes to go back to the past and relive it all but that would be impossible because his power was designed to destroy and not create. Suddenly he awakened! He then began gathering every power he had on his body and… BOOOM! he self-destructed… After his body exploded it came together and formed a new realm, a new universe. His death birthed new lives and a new path, a new world, a new beginning with a new meaning. And after billions and billions of years later he again came into being…. Disclaimer: The cover is not mine.

Fat_Neko · Fantaisie
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Prologue

"To think- that I *cough* the First Primordial w-would die at the hands of someone from that realm….the accursed outcast realm.."

A Primordial God uttered as his existence slowly fades into the cosmos, never to be reincarnated again, for the reincarnation cycle has been destroyed billions of years ago already…

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"Hmm... Now what?" whispered by an unknown entity. His words portray sadness and emptiness yet behind the light that covered his entire being, no expression could be found. His eyes were devoid of feelings. It was blank and bored.

The mysterious entity then curled inward like a baby in his mother's womb. He stopped moving and entered a deep slumber. This entity who was as big as ten galaxies drifted into the empty, and endless dark void. The twinkling lights of the stars, galaxies and nebulas that decorated the surrounding could be seen no more for they were all destroyed during the fight of the mysterious being and the first Primordial…

During its slumber the entity dreamed about its past and how it lived as a mortal being. It dreamed of a much simpler time, a simpler life. Eating dinner with a family, although what he remembered were only people with blurry faces. Going to school and laughing with friends with the same blurry faces, running freely on the grassy meadow and watching the blue sky transition into the night sky. Oh how he wished that he could go back and relive it all… but the past was already destroyed so is the present and future… in fact he was the one who destroyed it.

The epitome of destruction, the monarch of war and chaos, death incarnate. The mysterious being was known by many names. But all of it points out to his power. Not who he was. He pursued power only to have a place where he belongs. He wanted to create a place where he could be wanted and loved. Sadly, the power he gained came with a price. His individuality. He became a complete yet incomplete supreme. To be a supreme being one has to be the master of time, space, fate and most of all creation and destruction. But until the end, creation eluded this great being. Everything he touched disappears, he could never create. And to create is to spawn life into existence, and to do that one must know life and to know life one must know oneself.

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BOOOOOM!!!