The light faded slowly — not as a harsh burst, but a gentle dimming, like candlelight retreating before the dawn.
And then — warmth.
Not the clinical warmth of a hospital room, nor the humid heat of blood-drenched alleyways — this warmth was gentle, clean, like standing in a sunbeam after rain.
When his awareness returned, he was standing — not floating, not falling — standing on something solid. But the ground beneath his feet felt soft, almost... welcoming.
He opened his eyes to a place that defied explanation.
A garden — but not of earth.
The trees shimmered in crystalline colors that pulsed with every breath he took, as though they were alive, dreaming. Their leaves hummed in the air without wind, swaying to a rhythm that came from somewhere deeper than sound. The grass glowed faintly underfoot, woven with threads of gold and silver like divine embroidery. Streams of liquid light flowed through the terrain, bubbling softly like laughter at the edge of memory.
Above, there was no sun — yet the sky glowed in perpetual twilight, hues shifting between violet, rose, and sapphire. Floating petals hovered weightlessly, suspended midair as if time itself had paused to admire their beauty.
And in the heart of this impossible place, she stood.
The figure from before.
More distinct now — though still wrapped in mystery.
She was tall, her form wrapped in flowing robes that shimmered like constellations. Her hair, if it was hair, cascaded like a galaxy across her shoulders, and her eyes — her eyes contained the weight of a thousand eternities.
He took a cautious step forward, awe coiling around his limbs like chains of reverence.
"You're the one who spoke to me before, aren't you?" he said. His voice was quiet, almost afraid to disturb the serenity.
She smiled gently, a gesture that made the stars in her robes dance.
"I am," she said. "Welcome to my garden."
He glanced around again, still half-convinced this was some elaborate hallucination. "Where… am I?"
"You stand in Altheria's Garden," she said, gesturing with a wave of her hand. "A space beyond time, beyond matter. A place for my resting."
He looked back at her. "Altheria. That's… your name?"
"I am the origin," she said softly. "The first spark. The mother of gods. And the architect of the world you are about to enter."
He blinked slowly. "So…am I seriously being isekaied? "
"As real as breath," she said.
"Then tell me about your world". asked the boy.
"My world is like the RPG games you play in your world . It has a divine network — a system that connects soul to growth, action to consequence. It governs every person in the world below."
He stared at her, a strange mixture of awe and disbelief swirling in his gut.
"I thought it was just a fantasy," he murmured. "Something from anime. Games. Light novels."
She tilted her head. "And yet, was it not fantasy that gave your soul its only warmth in that other world?"
His chest tightened.
She was right. When he had nothing — no name, no family, no dreams — it was fiction that gave him fire. The stories of heroes, the systems of games. They were more real to him than anything else had ever been.
"You died without a name," she said. "But not without desire. That is why you are here."
"Why me?" he asked.
"Because you lived without hope — and yet you died with it," she said simply. "Most scream, weep, and beg at the gates. But you smiled at the end. And you asked not for mercy, but for memory."
He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat.
"Then… what happens now?"
"You begin again," she said. "In a world where your strength will shape your fate. A world filled with danger — and purpose."
She raised a hand, and as if summoned, translucent panels blinked into existence all around them. Glowing windows, swirling with unreadable glyphs and shifting energy.
"You will be reborn in the world of Elvareth," she explained. "A realm divided into seven empires, each tied to one of the Seven Deadly Sins. There are gods, monsters, cities built atop ancient bones. Dungeons filled with divine residue, waiting to be explored."
Her voice was soft but powerful, as though she were narrating the first page of a long-forgotten myth.
"Your soul shall be assigned a race and a class during baptism at age five. Stats will grow through training, battle, and experience. Each level grants you 100 stat points to allocate, but no stat may increase more than 50 per level. So each stat has a cap — based on your level multiplied by 50."
She flicked her wrist, and glowing text floated before him:
STR, DEF, MAG, MDEF, AGI, INT, CHA, END, VIT, PSY
[Stat Cap: Level × 50]
[A/N: If u are confused about the stat cap thing then understand that when lvl 1 no stat can be increased beyond 50 for lvl 2 100 for lvl 3 150 and so on.]
He nodded, quickly absorbing the information.
"You will earn titles for great deeds. Some will grant power. Others, only fame. And you may encounter danger zones — cursed places where the rules of the system warp."
Another swipe. More windows appeared — images of glowing forests, ash-covered mountains, and ruin-choked landscapes.
"But most importantly," she said, turning to face him fully, "you may choose your divine gifts now. Skills beyond the reach of mortals."
He blinked. "I get to choose? Anything?"
"Speak your desires. I will translate them into power."
He stepped forward, the possibilities flooding his mind. "Okay... first, I want a kind of advanced AI in my head. Something like a built-in super computer, but much faster. With a display interface, real-time calculations, tactical analysis. And… I want it to have access to Earth's internet. All of it."
She gave a soft hum, pleased. "A fusion of memory and machine. You shall have CoreDrive AI, with full Earth-link integration."
He took a breath. "Next… I want to be able to fight even if I'm unconscious. If I get knocked out, I want the ai to take over and keeps going — optimally. Like an auto-pilot with perfect instincts."
"Protection beyond willpower," she murmured. "You shall receive Emergency Override Protocol."
"I want to be able to combine skills — like fuse them into something new. But still keep the originals."
She nodded. "The Skill Synthesis shall be yours — with retention enabled."
He wasn't done. "I want the ability to steal or copy skills from defeated enemies. I should be able to copy 1 skill guarenteed but more than that not all the time — but with a chance. And I want those stolen skills to possibly fuse into something new."
"Predatory evolution," she whispered. "I grant you the Skill Reaver."
He raised his hand. "I need to understand other people. See their stats, their emotions, maybe their potential. But also — I need to hide mine. Even fake them if someone tries to read me."
She smiled again. "You shall have Appraisal+, with integrated Cloak."
"I want multiple minds," he said. "Separate threads of thought. Independent identities I can run in parallel. All still me — but all working together."
"A dangerous intelligence," she said with wonder. "You shall wield the Multiplicity Matrix."
"And I want to give those minds bodies. Clones — organic ones. I want to assign them skills, share stats with them, have them fight or gather info."
"You are a soul that refuses limitation," she said. "Take Organic Sovereignty, and craft life with your will."
He nodded. "And I need a way to store things. Safely. A space where time is frozen. Food, books, artifacts — I want to be ready for anything."
"The Dimensional Inventory is yours," she said. "Infinite and timeless."
"I want to be able to give my skills to others," he said. "To weapons, allies… but only if they're strong enough to handle them."
Altheria's eyes shimmered. "You ask for power shared — a double-edged grace. I grant you Divine Imprint. But beware — what cannot withstand the gift… shall shatter beneath it."
"One more," he said. "I want to grow fast. Learn fast. I want to gain double stats per level, double the experience, double stat cap and pick up skills easily — whether magical or physical."
She studied him, the air humming with divine resonance.
"Such growth is rare — and costly. But your soul… is suited for it."
She touched his chest.
"I gift you the Growth Surge. May it light your path."
Thirteen gifts. Each one a foundation of power.
And somehow, he felt no weight. No burden. Only a vast horizon unfolding before him.
"Your new life will begin in Veloria," she said, stepping back. "Among the Empire of Lust. You will awaken as a young orphan. This time make sure that your name can't be forgotten"
The garden began to shimmer, dissolving like dew in sunlight. Time — which had held its breath until now — exhaled.
Altheria raised one hand.
"Go now, Child of Shadow and Story. Walk your new world. Rewrite your fate."
Light consumed him — a torrent of energy, rushing into the waiting arms of a new destiny.
And somewhere in the fading light, he smiled.
Because this time, he would live.