Kael stood by the window, staring at the moonlit sky. His reflection looked back at him from the glass a reminder that this body wasn't truly his. That his soul had no business existing here.
He exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing.
"I didn't transmigrate by will."
He remembered the words of the god who had appeared before him in that void faceless, ancient, and indifferent.
> "You're not here by your own desire. You were summoned."
The phrase had haunted him since. If that were true… someone in this world or beyond had summoned him. Not through luck, not by chance, but by force.
"Which means…" he murmured, pacing his room, "...someone powerful enough to override the divine laws. Strong enough to summon a Meta Being, me, without destroying the balance."
His fists clenched. "But why? Who would do that and how?"
No answers came. Only more questions.
Kael stopped pacing and turned to his desk. If he wanted to fulfill the quest… if he wanted to summon another Meta Being…
"I'll need a book," he said aloud. "Not an ordinary one. A Book of Origin. Something powerful enough to handle ink rituals without tearing its pages apart."
He picked up a blank notebook and tossed it aside.
"Then, I'll need fictional coordinates locations in the narrative where a Meta Being's realm intersects with this one. And since finding one is practically impossible..."
He sighed.
"I'll have to create one."
And to do that?
"And worst of all... when I try this, the world will begin to change. Subtly at first. Glitches in the timeline. Shifts in character motivations. Reality itself might bend. The story will alter, and the academy, the people, everything I've gotten used to it could all start unraveling."
He looked up at the ceiling and smirked.
"This'll be tough."
He turned back to his desk, pulled out a thick, old leather-bound tome he'd looted during the Acceptance Trials.
"But I've never done things the easy way."