Meeyn didn't expect dying to be so...boring.
One second he was crossing the street, earbuds in, thinking about what he wanted for dinner. The next, a blinding flash of headlights—and bam. That was it. Game over.
But death wasn't the end, apparently.He floated now in an endless, humming void, weightless, as a glowing blue screen popped up in front of his face like he was in some sci-fi RPG.
[Welcome, Meeyn!You've been selected for the Afterlife Spin!]
[Spin the Wheel to determine your next existence.]
Meeyn blinked. "What the hell...?" But he had no body to pinch himself with, so he just floated there, stunned.
There was a giant wheel in front of him now, shining with colorful labels: "Reincarnate as a Farmer," "Start as a Slime," "Eternal Sleep," "Become a God (Very Rare!)" and way too many that just said "Error" with scary red warnings.
No instructions. No guidance. No mercy.
"Screw it," Meeyn muttered and slapped the spin button with his mind or whatever he had now.
The wheel spun violently, colors blending into a dizzying blur. Faster. Faster. Until it slammed to a stop with a loud DING.
One word burned on the screen:
KNULL
"Kn...what?" Meeyn said aloud.
Before he could even process it, the ground—or whatever passed for ground—vanished beneath him.
He fell.
Hard.
Wind screamed in his ears. A wild, endless freefall. He flailed uselessly, twisting, spinning.
"I'm gonna die again! I'm gonna die agaiiinnnn!" he yelled, pure panic surging through him. "WHY DIDN'T THEY GIVE ME A TUTORIAL?!"
The world rushed up to meet him: a cold, gray wilderness stretching endlessly, broken only by jagged mountains and patches of dark forest.
And he slammed into the ground like a meteor.
BOOM.
A huge crater exploded around him, throwing up dirt and shattered rock. Birds shrieked and fled from the trees. The shockwave rattled the air for miles.
Silence fell.
Inside the smoking crater, Meeyn groaned.
He was alive.
"No freaking way," he whispered hoarsely. He patted himself down frantically. Chest? Solid. Legs? Good.
He stood up, wobbling slightly. Dust and steam rose around him, curling in the cold breeze.Meeyn looked around. Endless wilderness. No giant walls, no signs of cities—just open nature.
"Where...am I?" he muttered.
He had no answers. Only the raw memory of that wheel—spinning wildly—and the strange, ominous word it landed on.
Knull.
Meeyn frowned, brushing dust off his sleeves as he staggered out of the crater. The ground crunched beneath his boots.
Ahead, he heard it: the soft rush of water. A river.
Instinct pulled him toward it. Step by step, he weaved through the shattered forest, broken trees and smoking rocks marking the path of his crash landing.
Finally, through the trees, he saw it—a wide river, gleaming silver under the strange sky. He stumbled to the bank, dropped to his knees, and leaned over to drink—
Then he froze.
The reflection staring back at him wasn't his.
It wasn't the regular Meeyn—twenty-three years old, shaggy hair, crooked smile. This face was sharper, more refined. Handsome in a way that almost made him suspicious.
Pale skin, dark messy hair falling just over his eyes. His irises... they shimmered with a faint, eerie red glow.
Meeyn stared.
Blinking.
Breathing hard.
"..."
"What...?" he muttered. Is this really transmigration? he thought.
Like...
Then he remembered.
That system-like thing—the spin he had won.
Knull... Knull...Wait.
Knull.Wasn't that the Marvel character? The god of the symbiotes? The dark king who created creatures like Venom?That Knull?
For one insane second, hope flared in his chest.If he had Knull's powers...
He'd be unstoppable.
A wolfish grin crept onto his face.
Then, just as quickly, he deflated."Nah," he muttered, splashing the river water with a hand. "My luck ain't that good."
No way he got the full god package. No freaking way. Life wasn't that generous.
Still... he thought about it. If he hadn't had some kind of power, how the hell had he survived slamming into the planet like a human meteor?
Normal people don't just walk away from that.
"Okay..." he whispered to himself, getting shakily to his feet. "Maybe... maybe it's not Knull exactly. Maybe it's like... a knockoff? Or some unknown version?"
Meeyn glanced around, eyes narrowing at the forest surrounding him. The trees were tall, thick, ancient-looking. Their trunks were rough and massive—real trees, not some flimsy saplings.
"If I really got powers... even a weak version..." he muttered, clenching his fist, feeling the unfamiliar strength coiling in his body. "I should be able to do something, right?"
He took a deep breath, picked a random tree nearby, and squared his stance like he'd seen martial artists do in movies.
"This is gonna hurt," he whispered under his breath. Then, without giving himself time to chicken out, he threw a punch straight at the trunk.
The moment his fist made contact—CRACK.
The tree ripped open like paper, a jagged split tearing through the wood from the force of his blow.
It shuddered, creaked ominously—then the entire massive thing tipped over with a thunderous CRASH, shaking the ground as it slammed into the earth.
Meeyn staggered back, wide-eyed, clutching his hand—but to his shock, it barely even stung. His knuckles were fine. No bruising, no broken bones. Just a faint tingling, like the power inside him was hungry.
"Holy sh—" he gasped, staring at the fallen tree.
For a second, he just stood there, stunned.
Then, a slow, wild grin stretched across his face.
Maybe he hadn't gotten the full Knull deal...
But he definitely wasn't normal anymore.
"Alright," he breathed, heart hammering in his chest, excitement blooming like wildfire. "Alright... let's go."
...
Meeyn wiped the dust off his pants, turning to move deeper into the forest, when he felt it.
The ground… trembled.
Thud.Thud.Thud.
Each step made the earth quake slightly under his feet, rattling the trees, shaking the loose rocks.
Meeyn froze.
What the hell were those?
Lumbering through the trees were these... giant, naked, messed-up looking things. Skin all weird and stretched, faces stuck in the creepiest expressions he'd ever seen. Drool hanging out their mouths like busted-up dogs.
Big. Ugly. Horrifying.
His brain short-circuited for a second trying to process it.
"What the actual fuck..." he muttered, taking a step back.
Then it hit him. Like a punch straight to the gut.
"No way... no way..."
He squinted harder at them — the way they walked, all clumsy and hunched, those blank idiot faces —
"...are those... fucking Titans?!"
He actually said it out loud, voice cracking a little.
Attack on Titan.
The anime he watched like an idiot at 3AM back home.
And now here they were. In the flesh. Real as hell. And way more terrifying up close without the safety of a screen between him and them.
Meeyn felt his whole body lock up for a second.
"This is bad. This is SO BAD," he mumbled, slowly edging back toward the trees.
Except—
The Titans... they weren't rushing him.
They weren't charging, weren't trying to bite his head off.
They were... slowing down.
Their weird, vacant faces twitched a little when they saw him. A couple even stumbled to a stop, bodies stiff like they smelled something wrong.
And then, like a switch flipping—
They fucking turned around and ran.
Big dumb feet stomping through the forest, tripping over each other, scrambling like scared animals.
Meeyn just stood there.
Blinking.
Mouth open.
"No fucking way... they're scared of me?" he said out loud, pointing to himself like an idiot.