In the infinite space filled with shining stars, two floating chairs existed. One of the chairs was occupied by a humanoid entity with a fluid and ever-changing appearance—sometimes old, sometimes young, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man—its face like a painting dissolving under the rain. Opposite it, a young man with an ordinary appearance sat: messy black hair, dark and lifeless eyes, and simple clothing with no distinctive features.
"So you're telling me my entire existence is just entertainment for a group of other beings? That I'm just a character in a novel, and you're the writer?" Samael asked with a trembling voice, his hands shaking as if an intense cold had gripped his core.
"That's right. Now, what do you think about my offer?" the entity responded, its voice strange—not a single voice, but thousands of human voices intertwining and reaching a discordant unity, as if an immeasurable crowd was screaming from behind a dark veil.
Samael took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette pack. With shaking hands, he lit a cigarette and exhaled thick smoke into the starry expanse. "Before I answer, I have a few questions... First, what happens if I refuse? Second, who are these beings watching me? Third, if one day you stop writing this novel, what happens to me?"
The writer sat calmly, as if they had known all the questions in advance. "The first answer: If you refuse, I'll erase your character and rewrite it from scratch. The second answer: You are being watched by the 'Gods of the Outer World'."
Suddenly, the eyes appeared. Thousands of them—in varying sizes, with diverse colors, some with vertical pupils like snakes, others completely black like space voids—all opening in the vast expanse, staring at Samael.
He froze.
The cigarette fell from his lips.
His mind was flooded with incomprehensible knowledge, unknown dimensions, concepts he was never meant to understand. Time lost its meaning. Space melted away. He screamed—a scream swallowed by the void—until the writer waved a hand, and the eyes vanished.
"Ahhh... Damn it!" Samael curled up on his chair, his hands clutched over his head. The image of those beings had been erased, but his trembling continued. "They... What were they? Even 'God' is too small a word to describe them... Where is the Outer World?!"
"Now, I'll answer your last question," the writer continued, as if nothing had happened. "Imagine your existence is like a file being downloaded—right now, only 1% of it has loaded. If I stop it, your world collapses, and you are erased forever. But if you reach 100%..." The writer leaned forward, their eyes—if they truly had any—shining with an ominous light. "...you become an independent server. Even if I stop writing, as long as no one presses the delete button, you will remain alive."
Samael gripped his chair tightly. "So... the only way to survive is to reach 100%."
"Exactly." The writer smirked. "It's a mutual deal. Cooperate with me, put on a spectacular show for the Gods, and then you're free."
The space around them trembled, as if the cosmos itself was reacting in agreement.
Samael clenched his teeth so hard that his lip split, drawing blood. "...I accept." Between "ceasing of exist" and "being a puppet in a grand performance," he chose the latter.
"A wise choice." The writer spread their hands in satisfaction. "Now, you can choose what the novel will be about. Just remember: it has to be captivating, but not too powerful. The Gods prefer characters who grow rather than omnipotent ones."
Samael thought. Seconds turned into minutes. The writer waited patiently, as if time held no meaning here.
"I've decided... I want to be the 'God of Reincarnation Across Multiverses,'" Samael said, his idea shining like a spark in the darkness. "By reincarnating characters into different worlds—novels, movies, anime—I gain more power. The more famous and stronger the characters are, the more I progress."
The writer—for the first time—seemed excited. "Your idea is brilliant! I approve! And as a gift, I'll give you a system to track your progress."
Now, the mysterious entity was no longer so mysterious; in Samael's eyes, they resembled a mischievous child playing a brand-new game.
"One last thing..." the writer continued, "During the story, you can make three requests to the Gods. But whether they accept or reject them depends on their mood."
Suddenly, Samael's body began to glow—a golden light emerging from within him. Slowly, bit by bit, he faded away, and the last thing he saw was the writer's satisfied smile...
And then, everything turned white.
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[The Divine Dimension of Reincarnation]
Samael opened his eyes. He was floating in a dark, infinite void, but this darkness was no longer foreign to him—now he felt it like his own skin. His eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom, as if galaxies were contained within his golden pupils. His body was overflowing with divine energy—an energy that had burned away the mortality of his past and granted him a new existence—the existence of a small god, newly born, yet filled with infinite possibilities.
Samael began to sense this dimension. This space—this realm—was a part of him, like a newly discovered limb. Its size was not immense, perhaps as large as a small city, but every particle within it was under his control. He could alter its laws, recreate matter, even bend time within this limited scope. But this was just the beginning—the more characters he reincarnated, the more this realm would expand, and the stronger his power would become.
Suddenly, a strange heaviness at his back caught his attention. Slowly, he turned, and a mirror appeared before him. Then—he saw his new appearance.
His face was delicate, with soft lines that hovered between masculine and feminine—perfect androgyny. His beauty was neither male nor female, but something beyond gender—something only a deity could possess. His skin was pale, almost translucent, as if woven from light.
His hair was a soft, pale blue, silky like mist, cascading over his shoulders and swaying gently in the invisible void. But the most striking feature—was his wings. A pair of vast, white wings, filled with luminous feathers, each one gleaming like a diamond, as if crafted from the stars themselves.
His clothing was simple yet sacred—a flowing white fabric that wrapped around his lower body like a cloud, resembling ancient Greek attire, yet its ethereal glow set it apart from any earthly garment. In his hands, twisted thorned branches coiled, a symbol of suffering and sanctity. Behind him, a floating crown of sharp crystals rotated, each facet like a mirror opening to an unknown dimension.
"Damn… this appearance is way too much," Samael murmured. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. Any human who saw him would fall to their knees without hesitation—this appearance was designed to be worshiped.
The mirror faded, and Samael sank into thought. How powerful was he?
"Status," Samael whispered softly.
A transparent screen appeared before him, glowing with golden text—a system granted by the Author.
[Name: Samael]
[Gender: Male (Androgynous Appearance)]
[Race: Divinity / Multidimensional Being]
[Age: Unquantifiable (Newborn as a Small God)]
[Key Abilities]
Divine Physical Strength (Power beyond humans, but at the level of a fledgling god)
Divine Wisdom (Understanding of abstract concepts, but not absolute)
Divine Presence (Anyone who sees you will instinctively sense your divinity)
Divine Appearance (A visage that deeply affects mortal minds)
Divine Voice (Your words carry a supernatural influence)
Law of Reincarnation (You have dominion over the cycle of rebirth)
Divine Power (The ability to alter laws and perform miracles)
Portal Creation (Access to other worlds)
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[Ability Descriptions]
[Law of Reincarnation]
You are the master of reincarnation. You can send souls to new lives, determining their world, body, and fate.
The more significant the reincarnated individual, the greater your power grows. For example, sending a protagonist to another world grants far more rewards than reincarnating an ordinary person.
The River of Fate rewards you—the greater the impact of reincarnation, the larger your domain becomes.
[Divine Power]
A unique ability of gods. You can distort the laws of existence and create miracles. The greater the change, the more energy it consumes.
[Portal Creation]
You can travel to any world—novels, movies, anime, mythology—anywhere a story exists.
However, you cannot enter "sealed" worlds—if an author has locked a world, it remains inaccessible.
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Outside his own realm, his power is limited—comparable to a Heretic God from the anime Campione!
Inside his own realm, he is partially omnipotent and omniscient, but compared to superconceptual beings like Magic Gods, he is still an ant.
Samael dismissed the screen. "So… I'm a small god now. Not as strong as those ancient monsters… but if I play this right, I can grow."
He gazed at his dark, small realm—this was only the beginning.