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I was reborn as the universe will

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 death

Lex stood in front of his old mirror, tying his worn tie. His face looked haggard, and his eyes revealed his exhaustion and grief. "Today is the day," he murmured, the words barely leaving his lips.

Today, he was going to the cemetery to bury Ms. Mlinda, a gentle soul who had dedicated her life to caring for the children at the small orphanage where he had grown up.

 

She died just three days ago, quietly surrendering to relentless embrace of old age. She was one of the few people he truly considered family.

 

From his earliest memories, she had been there for him. With a nurturing spirit, she guided him through the ups and downs of his education and helped him reach the university level, despite his academic and financial struggles.

 

Though he was only somewhat above average in his studies.

 

The void that her departure created in his heart was insurmountable. For the past two days, Lex had done little more than sit in silence, his heart heavy with grief.

 

He and a few friends from the orphanage gathered to hold a small but meaningful funeral in her honor.

 

Although they couldn't afford anything grand, they were determined to celebrate her life and legacy as best they could.

Lex shrugged on his old brown coat, grabbed the remote from the couch, and switched off the TV just as a news anchor mentioned the rising death toll from the recent earthquake.

 

He stepped out of his modest apartment, the door creaking softly shut behind him. Three minutes later, he reached the roadside and raised his hand to hail a taxi, unaware that the ground beneath him was already shifting.

 

"To the city cemetery, please," he told the driver, his voice tinged with sadness.

As the car moved through the bustling streets, Lex gazed out the window. His mind swirled with thoughts and memories.

 

The city moved past him in a vibrant blur, but he was lost in thought. He wondered what she would have thought of their efforts.

He wished she could feel the pride and gratitude he felt for all she had done in her next life.

 

As they approached the cemetery, the ground began to tremble violently.

"What's going on?!" Lex shouted, gripping the seat tightly and turning white-knuckled as his focus returned.

 

The old taxi driver panicked. His eyes widened as he clamped down on the steering wheel, fighting to maintain control. But it was no use as the road burst open beneath them, and cracks spread like a web as the earth itself split apart.

 

The car careened wildly off course and collided with a massive truck in an explosive crash that drowned out all sound.

 

Lex felt the force of the impact slam him forward. His body was thrown like a rag doll against the hard and jagged surface of the truck it had collided with.

A searing, white-hot pain exploded through his chest and limbs as if every bone had been crushed and every nerve set on fire.

 

His ears rang with a deafening roar, drowning out the chaos around him. Screams, sharp and desperate, pierced the air, blending with the cacophony of shattering glass and the sickening crunch of metal folding and twisting in on itself.

 

The world seemed to slow down, and everything became a blur.

Warm, sticky blood trickled down his forehead, pooling in his eyebrows before dripping into his eyes. His vision clouded and the world around him fractured into twisted, indistinct shapes.

 

He blinked, trying to clear the red haze, but the blood kept coming, mixing with the sweat and dust clinging to his skin.

 

He took quick, uneven breaths; each one introduced a new surge of pain in his ribs and lungs.

 

He tried to drag himself out of the car, but his body refused to obey him. His arms felt like lead and his legs were numb and unresponsive. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind, but he pushed it aside, forcing himself to focus.

 

"Don't fall asleep," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

 

"Stay awake. Stay awake." These words became a mantra, a lifeline to which he clung as the darkness threatened to pull him under.

 

His thoughts turned to the family he had always dreamed of having: a kind-smiling wife, bright-eyed children, and a warm, welcoming home filled with laughter.

 

He imagined holding his child for the first time, feeling their tiny fingers wrap around his and hearing their laughter echo in his ears.

He wanted that more than anything. He wanted to give his family the love and security he had never known and shield them from the loneliness that had haunted him his entire life.

But dreams were just dreams at the end of the day.

 

The pain he felt was overwhelming. It struck him constantly, pulling him deeper into its cold, unforgiving embrace like a relentless tide.

 

His vision darkened at the edges and the world shrank to a narrow tunnel of fading light.

The screams around him grew muffled and distant, as if he were sinking underwater.

 

His eyelids grew heavy. No matter how hard he tried to keep them open, they refused.

The last thing he felt was his own warm blood pooling beneath him. The last sound he heard was the faint, fading sound of people rushing to help him.

 

Then, his vision turned to darkness.

 

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the wreckage. The chaos, pain, and screams were all gone. He found himself floating weightlessly, as if the world had released its grip on him.

 

Below, he could see the twisted remains of the car and the people removing the old driver's body.

 

His broken and still body lay inside the car, surrounded by shattered glass and pools of blood. The sight should have horrified him, but it didn't. Instead, it felt distant, like watching a scene from a movie.

 

A strange calm washed over him. It was as if all his emotions—fear, pain, and regret—had been stripped away, leaving only a hollow stillness.

 

He felt nothing: no terror, no sadness, not even relief. Just nothing. He stared at his mangled, lifeless body, trying to make sense of what was happening. His thoughts were slow and drifted like leaves on a calm lake.

 

Before he could fully process the situation, he felt a sudden pull. It was an invisible, powerful force gripping him and pulling him away from the scene below.

He tried to resist and fight back, but it was useless. The world around him dissolved into a void so dark and vast that it felt endless. He was moving faster and faster; he couldn't tell if he was falling or ascending.

 

Looking around in the darkness, he realized he had no sense of direction. He felt there was no up or down, just the endless void and a sense of utter powerlessness.

 

The calm he'd felt earlier began to fade, replaced by a creeping unease.

 

"Where am I going?" This unbidden thought came as he realized he was moving somehow.

"What's waiting at the end of this?" he wondered, feeling like this might be the transition to the afterlife.

But then, another part of him whispered something worse: "What if I'm not going anywhere? What if this is it—just darkness forever? Forever?"

 

He had no answer. Only silence.

Still, he braced for the worst.

And deep down, he quietly hoped for something else.

 

•••••

 

After what felt like an eternity, Lex opened his eyes again in his soul form. He looked around and found himself surrounded by a spectacle of unparalleled brilliance.

He was floating above a vast ocean—but this was no ordinary ocean.

The water of this ocean shimmered with the colors of the stars. Nebulae swirled in the waves and galaxies sparkled like jewels beneath the surface.

 

Planets were reflected in the water, making it seem as if the sky had been flipped upside down. Looking up, he saw only darkness, but the shimmering starlight below illuminated the surroundings with a brightness almost like day.

 

"What is this weird place? Is this the afterlife or?" he thought as he looked at the ocean below.

 

He slowly descended and stepped cautiously onto the surface of the ocean. It felt cool and solid beneath his feet, as if the water had frozen just for him.

 

"It's supporting my weight. Or maybe it's because I'm a soul without a body," he murmured, wonder creeping into his voice as he stared at his flickering hand.

 

The cool sensation was strange but not unpleasant. His curiosity got the better of him, and he reached down to touch the starry-water.

 

The moment his finger broke the surface, a flood of information rushed into his mind. It was as if a million thoughts, images, and sounds had been forced into his head all at once.

 

He cried out in pain. His soul form flickered faster as he tried to pull his hand back. But the ocean grabbed hold of him and dragged him into its depths.

Lex struggled vigorously, but he couldn't escape the waves. The more he sank, the more he absorbed fragments of forbidden knowledge—things no human was meant to know.

 

He saw the rules and laws that governed the universe: gravity, time, space, energy, and matter.

 

He saw how they were connected and how they worked together to create existence. It was overwhelming, yet he somehow understood it all.

The deeper he descended into the ocean, the more profound his transformation became. His mortal soul began to dissolve, melting like mist in the morning sun and being replaced by an ethereal form beyond mortal comprehension.

 

His soul drank deeply from the ocean's boundless energy, and with each heartbeat, he felt his essence intertwining with the vastness around him.

When the metamorphosis reached its zenith, he emerged from the water and hovered effortlessly above its starry, night-like surface.

He looked down at himself in awe, struggling to comprehend the wondrous being he had become.

 

His body was now a translucent marvel resembling fine crystal, with swirling energies like galaxies pulsating within him.

Stars sparkled in his veins, illuminating his form with an otherworldly glow.

 

He could no longer identify as human. He had transcended earthly limits and embodied the very fabric of the cosmos, no longer bound by his previous mortality.

Looking around, he realized he was in the heart of something immense: a primordial universe. It was empty except for the ocean below him.

"I am reborn...as the universal will of a newborn universe," Lex mumbled.

 

He should have felt awe, joy, or even divinity.

But all he felt was the crushing weight of responsibility.

 

"What are those?" he murmured, eyes widening as he began to notice things he had never seen before. He reached out, extending a single finger to touch the newborn laws and rules of the universe.

 

"These are the chains that hold everything together—gravity, time, motion, and energy," he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he studied the invisible forces now laid bare before him.

 

"I can see them, but why do they appear as infinitesimal threads? They're so delicate, yet they bear the weight of all existence."

 

He could now hear sounds that resonated with his soul: vibrations, whispers, and harmonies interwoven with the secrets of existence.

 

Though there were no other beings in this young universe, meaning flowed within the silence. These sounds were not mere echoes; they conveyed understanding—insights into the laws that governed all things.

"My mind feels as if a limiter has shattered," he murmured, his voice calm and distant.

 

"I'm no longer bound by the constraints of my former life. I can think in ways I never imagined—in layers and dimensions. It's as though I can contemplate infinite possibilities all at once."

 

He now had overwhelming power coursing through him, he had the power to create stars, planets, and galaxies. He could shape this universe into anything he desired.

 

He teleported from the Origin Ocean and emerged into the vast, endless expanse of the universe, a lone figure adrift in the swirling void.

He moved from one empty region to another across the silent cosmos, but no matter where he went, the same overwhelming stillness clung to him.

 

The silence wasn't just around him; it pressed inward like a weight on his chest.

Still, he pressed on. He explored, wandered, and observed. The deeper he traveled, however, the deeper the ache became.

After hundreds of thousands of years, he realized he longed for connection, for voices, for a presence—for something to break the monotony.

 

Humans are social creatures, and though Lex had transcended much, he still carried remnants of his humanity. With that humanity came an unbearable truth: Even a god can grow lonely.

He gazed into the endless dark void, a deep sense of loneliness washed over him, a feeling that his still mortally fragile heart could hardly fathom.

The nascent universe held the potential for immense beauty, yet to Lex, it felt empty.

 

Driven by this yearning, he decided to create beings—entities that would relieve his loneliness and help him nurture the delicate balance of the cosmos.

With a deep breath, he returned to the Origin Ocean.

 

He floated above it and slowly extended his hand toward the ocean. The Origin Energy glowed and pulsated, responding to his will.

He drew Origin Energy from the seemingly infinite Ocean. The energy flowed into him like rivers of light, illuminating his crystal body.

 

To create a race worthy of being called the first, he would need to weave into them fragments of the Origin Law itself—the primal, foundational principles that governed the universe only then would they be worthy ofbeing called the first race of the cosmos.

 

As he began the process of creation, the universe remained eerily silent. Stars had yet to ignite, galaxies had yet to form, and the laws were still in their infancy.

The only sound he could hear was the faint hum of Origin Energy that was coursing through his body.

 

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each moment felt like an eternity as he poured his complete focus into the creation of his cosmic entities.

 

The first creature he created was Timorath, the Timekeeper. Lex sculpted his form with great care, weaving strands of Origin Energy into a humanoid figure.

 

Timorath's head was adorned with three majestic golden horns, curved like those of an antelope—each one imbued with a distinct aspect of time.

 

The left horn glowed with a soft, blue light, capable of rewinding time. The middle horn pulsed with a steady, purple hue, able to stop time indefinitely.

 

The right horn glowed with a vibrant, red energy, capable of accelerating time by billions of times. Runes etched into his skin pulsed with power, each symbol representing a different aspect of time manipulation.

 

Next, Lex turned his attention to the creation of Vastoth, the Guardian of Space. He drew upon the Origin Ocean once more, this time shaping a colossal being that resembled a whale.

 

Vastoth's body was vast, its single eye the size of a galaxy, glowing with an otherworldly light.

Lex imbued Vastoth with the power to manipulate spatial dimensions, ensuring that the fabric of space would remain unchanged.

 

The Origin Law fragment within Vastoth granted him dominion over the laws governing space, making him an unwavering sentinel against spatial anomalies.

 

The third entity to emerge was Kismetor, the Master of the Law of Destiny. Lex crafted a colossal bird, its feathers shimmering with the colors of the cosmos.

 

Though smaller in stature compared to Timorath and Vastoth, Kismetor's power was no less formidable.

 

He bestowed upon him the ability to oversee the threads of destiny, ensuring that each being's path was woven into the grand tapestry of the universe.

 

As Lex immersed himself in his complex work, he created seven additional entities, each embodying a fundamental law of existence: creation, destruction, duality, life and death, reincarnation, and cosmic order.

 

They were not merely creations; each being was a masterpiece, meticulously created with forms and powers that resonated deeply with the principles they represented and Lex's vision.

 

Lex infused each entity with a fragment of the elusive Origin Law, imbuing them with an essence that intertwined them with the very fabric of the universe.

 

These beings were destined to stand as unwavering pillars of balance in the vast and uncharted expanse of the cosm, maintaining balance and order.

 

He continued his creation, the process was arduous, spanning billions, perhaps trillions of years. The universe remained silent, a vast, empty expanse waiting for the touch of life.

 

As the final entities began to take shape, Lex experienced a profound sense of achievement.

Thanks to his creations, the once silent and empty universe would now be vibrant and full of life.

 

Countless entities of the First Race stood before him, each one created according to his will and vision.

 

Lex knew that the act of creation was far from complete; this was only the beginning. In that moment, however, he allowed himself a well-earned pause. For the first time, the universe held a glimpse of life and infinite possibility.