The Void God's Reincarnation

As an entity that exists beyond time, space, and reality itself, I have seen everything. I know everything. There are no surprises, no mysteries left to uncover. Existence has become an endless, monotonous cycle of absolute knowledge.

Boredom is a foreign concept to mortals, but for a being who is everything, it is the greatest curse.

So, I have decided to do something interesting—I will reincarnate a soul, chosen at random, and watch as their journey unfolds.

I turned my view to the Waiting Line.

A vast, seemingly endless line of souls stretches into infinity. Each one walks toward a colossal train station, a crossroads between the realms of existence.

Two trains stand ready, each leading to different destinations. One gleams with an ethereal white light, adorned with gold. It ascends, its passengers bound for paradise. The other train, wreathed in dark flames and forged of black iron, plunges downward. Its design alone reveals its purpose—a passage to hell itself.

The station is filled with quiet murmurs, the shuffling of feet, and an unspoken acceptance of fate.

But one soul stands out.

[Main Character's POV]

Where… am I?

Oh. That's right. I'm dead.

The memories flood back. The accident. The pain. The final moments of my life. And then, nothing.

What about my sister? Will she be okay without me? I left her everything I had, but… will it be enough? I just hope she doesn't suffer too much.

I take a deep breath—or at least, I try to. I don't seem to have lungs anymore. My body feels weightless, like I'm drifting. I glance around, taking in the surreal scene before me.

A train station? Is this how I imagine the afterlife?

Before I can process what's happening, a massive hand descends from the heavens, reaching straight for me.

Panic surges through me. I try to move, but my body won't respond. Why can't I move?!

The enormous hand closes in. My mind screams at me to run, to fight, to do anything—but I remain frozen. It's going to crush me!

I brace for impact. But instead of pain, I feel something… soft? Like being wrapped in a warm cloud.

I look up and see her.

A goddess.

She is beyond beauty, beyond comprehension. Her presence alone radiates an overwhelming divinity, her very existence like a sun that outshines everything else. Looking at her directly feels impossible, yet I can't look away.

Wait a second… This situation seems very familiar.

Is this one of those reincarnation scenarios? Like the fanfictions I used to read? Am I about to get wishes?!

??????:

"Hello, young soul. Ah… it seems you already understand what's happening. You have five wishes. Choose wisely."

Holy crap. I was right! I'm getting reincarnated!

I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "Can I have some time to decide?" I think to myself. Since I no longer have a mouth, it's my only option.

?????????:

"Of course. I have all the time in the world."

Alright. Time to strategize.

Control over the void. (Because why not start with one of the most overpowered abilities?)

Mastery of boundaries. (If it worked for Yukari Yakumo, it works for me.)

An evolution ability, like Doomsday—but better. (Can't die permanently, always growing stronger? Yes, please.)

The power to devour, steal, and copy abilities, skills, and bloodlines. (Just in case someone else has something cool, I can take it.)

God-level luck. (Because luck is the strongest ability of all.)

?????????:

"If that is all, your wishes are granted. Have a great life."

Before I can react, a black hole opens beneath me. The world distorts, and I'm sucked in.

Darkness.

Then warmth. A familiar, comforting warmth, surrounding me like a gentle embrace.

Where… am I now?

It feels… safe. Soft. Wet? It's almost like…

Oh.

I'm in a womb.

A Mother's Embrace

Realization washes over me. This is the beginning of my new life.

My consciousness flickers. Even with my enhanced abilities, my infant brain can't handle too much thought at once. Already, I feel drowsy again.

Yawn.

Sleep takes me once more.

The next time I wake, I have more clarity. My thoughts last longer before fading. With nothing else to do, I start experimenting.

I focus inward, sensing the energies around me. Something is pulling power toward me, gathering it. I let it flow into me, strengthening my tiny developing body.

As I concentrate, I notice something incredible.

Colors.

Within my being, I see four distinct colors—each one representing a different power:

Obsidian black: The void.

Shifting hues: Evolution.

Pure white: Boundaries.

Deep purple: The ability to devour, steal, and copy.

I spend my days absorbing energy, refining it, strengthening my soul and body. Time passes in a blur, until—

A New World

Light.

Cold air.

Loud noises.

I am born.

The first thing I see is a beautiful woman—her face sweaty, her breathing ragged, yet still radiant. Her eyes, filled with love, gaze at me as if I am the most precious thing in the world.

This must be my mother.

I glance around, taking in my surroundings. Gold. Everywhere. Golden curtains. Golden carpets. Even the ceiling has intricate golden carvings.

A palace. I'm a young master in a ridiculously rich family.

A smirk tugs at my tiny lips.

My face-slapping journey begins now! Hahaha—

Wait.

My mother is carrying me somewhere. She steps into a grand hall, approaching a massive throne where a giant of a man sits, his presence suffocating.

A titan.

A chill runs down my spine.

Then, before I can react—

He takes me from my mother's arms. He lifts me up.

And he opens his mouth.

Wait.

Wait.

WAIT. WTF—IS HE ABOUT TO EAT ME?!

NO! This isn't how it's supposed to go! Why can't it be a beautiful lady trying to eat me instead?!