Your world is there too, by the way.
Somewhere beneath me.
Hidden among the endless ocean of realities stretching infinitely beyond human comprehension.
A small world filled with people who spend their lives consuming stories because reality itself often feels too narrow for their dreams.
Funny, isn’t it?
You read fiction to escape your world.
Meanwhile, I spent eternity trying to escape mine.
By the time I reached what humans would probably call omnipotence, I had already stopped seeing reality the same way ordinary beings did.
Time no longer flowed around me in any meaningful sense.
Distance became irrelevant.
Causality stopped behaving like an absolute law and slowly degraded into little more than a suggestion.
At first, I believed those changes were accidental.
They weren’t.
The more I experimented with my existence, the more horrifying the truth became.
I had no limits.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
I tested it for centuries.
Maybe longer.
Eventually, time itself became too inconsistent around me to measure properly.
I learned that I could create matter from nothingness, erase entire structures of reality simply by denying their existence, and manipulate concepts the same way ordinary humans manipulate objects.
Life and death became meaningless distinctions.
Dimensions stopped functioning as barriers.
Even destruction itself lost meaning once I realized I could simply recreate anything I erased.
That was the moment I truly understood why reality feared me.
I did not merely exist above the laws of the world.
I existed outside the necessity of laws entirely.
And strangely enough, the more absolute my existence became, the less attached I felt to reality itself.
Physical worlds started feeling small.
Fragile.
Temporary.
Entire universes eventually looked no different to me than grains of sand scattered across an endless shore.
So I developed habits.
Human minds probably imagine omnipotence as something glorious, but eternity quickly becomes exhausting when nothing can truly resist you.
After a while, I started retreating beyond existence itself simply to think in silence.
Not metaphorical silence.
Actual silence.
A place beyond time, beyond matter, beyond dimensional structure.
A space where even reality itself could no longer reach me properly.
That place became my refuge.
Sometimes I remained there for what humans would perceive as thousands of years, simply thinking.
Watching realities form and collapse beneath me like waves rising and disappearing inside an infinite ocean.
And eventually…
I started understanding something terrifying.
Omnipotence is stagnant.
Perfection cannot evolve.
The moment an existence reaches absolute completion, movement itself loses meaning.
Desire disappears because nothing remains unattainable.
Growth disappears because no obstacle remains unconquerable.
I had transcended everything.
And because of that…
I had nowhere left to go.
That realization broke something inside me.
Humans dream because reality denies them things.
They move forward because limitations force them to struggle.
Fear, ambition, pain, hope… all of it exists because humans are incomplete.
I had erased my incompleteness long ago.
That was my greatest mistake.
Eventually, I stopped observing realities merely out of boredom and started searching for something else entirely.
A limitation.
A wall.
A possibility capable of resisting me.
Most worlds disappointed me instantly.
Some contained gods capable of destroying galaxies.
Others possessed systems controlling destiny itself.
I witnessed realities ruled by concepts, universes governed by endless cycles of reincarnation, dimensions where narratives themselves functioned like living entities.
None of it mattered.
No matter how large those worlds became, I still stood outside them.
Above them.
Beyond them.
Then…
I found Nythera.
And for the first time in an eternity…
I hesitated.
At first glance, Nythera looked almost ordinary compared to the countless realities surrounding it.
That was precisely what made it terrifying.
Most worlds followed visible structures.
Their laws were stable, predictable, understandable.
Even universes ruled by gods or concepts still obeyed some form of logical architecture once observed long enough.
Nythera didn’t.
The deeper I looked into that world, the more inconsistencies I discovered.
Certain regions of reality behaved differently from others.
Some laws seemed incomplete, while others contradicted each other entirely.
Time flowed unevenly in specific areas.
Certain beings existed outside normal causality despite never transcending mortality.
And strangest of all…
Parts of the world remained hidden even from me.
That should have been impossible.
I observed stars being born and dying inside collapsing dimensions.
I watched realities consume one another endlessly inside the Sea of Fiction.
I existed beyond concepts humanity could barely imagine.
And yet, Nythera still contained things I could not fully perceive.
For the first time in longer than I could remember…
I felt curiosity.
Real curiosity.
Nythera itself was divided between countless kingdoms, empires, religious territories, and independent regions constantly fighting for influence.
Humans dominated most of the central continents, but they were far from the only intelligent race inhabiting the world.
Demons existed as an actual civilization rather than mindless monsters.
Different clans ruled different territories, each possessing their own cultures, beliefs, hierarchies, and internal conflicts.
Some demon clans viewed humanity as prey.
Others traded openly with human kingdoms or even formed temporary alliances during larger wars.
The same hypocrisy existed among humans.
Religions fought each other while claiming to worship peace.
Kingdoms denounced demons publicly while secretly negotiating with them behind closed doors.
Noble families manipulated wars for profit while pretending to defend their people.
It was imperfect.
Chaotic.
Alive.
And somehow, that imperfection fascinated me more than any flawless reality ever had.
Power in Nythera revolved around growth.
Unlike countless worlds where strength was predetermined at birth, this reality rewarded evolution.
Talent mattered, of course, but so did experience, combat, discipline, and survival.
Mana existed naturally within every living being, though most people never developed it beyond basic usage.
Through training, cultivation, and combat, individuals strengthened both their bodies and magical cores, slowly ascending through ranks recognized across the entire world.
E Rank.
D Rank.
C Rank.
B Rank.
A Rank.
And finally…
S Rank.
Even reaching A Rank already placed someone among monsters capable of devastating entire cities or even nations.
S Rank beings stood at the level where kingdoms themselves started fearing individuals more than armies.
But even those monsters remained insignificant compared to the true rulers of Nythera.
The gods.
And the Demon Kings.
Unlike ordinary mages, those beings no longer relied purely on elemental magic.
They possessed Authorities connected to higher laws and concepts governing reality itself.
Death.
Space.
Decay.
Gravity.
Chaos.
Flames capable of burning souls rather than flesh.
That was the true summit of Nythera.
Or at least…
The summit visible to the world.
Because hidden beneath the political conflicts, wars, religions, and demon invasions, something else existed.
Something ancient.
Something even the gods feared.
I could feel it watching the world from somewhere beyond perception, hidden behind the unstable structure of reality itself.
And strangely enough…
That only made Nythera more beautiful in my eyes.
For the first time in eternity, I had found a world where uncertainty still existed.
A world capable of hiding things from me.
A world where danger remained possible.
And slowly, while observing the endless wars, kingdoms, monsters, and broken laws shaping Nythera…
I made my decision.
I would descend into that world myself.
The decision itself was easy.
Actually accomplishing it was something else entirely.
An existence like mine could not simply “enter” a world such as Nythera normally.
My presence alone would destabilize reality beyond repair.
Laws would collapse around me.
Causality would distort itself endlessly trying to compensate for something it was never designed to contain.
If I truly wanted to live inside that world, I needed to become smaller.
Limited.
Mortal.
For the first time in eternity, I would need to weaken myself voluntarily.
The thought should have disgusted me.
Instead, it excited me.
I spent what humans would probably interpret as centuries preparing my descent.
Not because I doubted my decision, but because every restriction needed to be perfect.
If even a fraction of my original existence entered Nythera unchecked, the world itself could shatter under the pressure.
So I began dismantling myself piece by piece.
First, I sealed my Authorities.
The powers connected to higher laws, concepts, and existence itself were fragmented and locked away beyond the reach of my future self.
Time, causality, reality manipulation, conceptual transcendence, dimensional control… all of it had to disappear.
Or at least…
Most of it.
Completely erasing my nature was impossible.
I understood that from the beginning.
No matter how deeply I sealed myself, something abnormal would always remain beneath the surface.
A residue of the thing I once was.
So instead of attempting the impossible, I decided to control the imbalance.
I abandoned my immortality first.
That was strangely difficult.
Not emotionally.
Instinctively.
Existence itself resisted the idea of allowing me to become mortal.
Reality tried endlessly to correct my decision, rebuilding the protections surrounding me every time I tore them apart.
For the first time in eternity…
The universe did not want to obey me.
I found that strangely satisfying.
Then came memory.
Keeping my complete knowledge would destroy the purpose of my descent entirely.
If I entered Nythera while fully understanding every structure of existence, every hidden law, every possible future…
Nothing would change.
I would remain trapped inside omniscience.
So I fragmented my memories as well.
Most of my cosmic awareness would remain sealed, buried beneath layers of restrictions designed to break gradually as my strength evolved.
My future self would still possess instincts, fragments, sensations, and impossible intuition…
But not certainty.
Never certainty.
I wanted confusion.
Discovery.
Fear.
I wanted to become capable of not knowing again.
Of course, completely descending as an ordinary human would have been pointless too.
Nythera was not a peaceful world.
Weakness there simply meant death.
So I allowed myself several advantages.
A starting point.
A “starter pack,” as humans from your world would probably call it.
First, I chose my vessel carefully.
An eighteen-year-old body, perfectly suited to enter Aetherion Academy, the most prestigious institution in Nythera.
A place where future heroes, generals, saints, royal knights, archmages, and monster hunters gathered from every major nation on the continent.
If I wanted to understand that world properly, there was no better starting point.
Second…
I granted myself affinity with darkness.
Not ordinary darkness.
The rare elemental branch feared even within Nythera itself.
Light and Darkness only appeared once every several centuries, often tied to individuals destined to reshape history entirely.
Most kingdoms either worshipped or hunted people born with those affinities.
Naturally, I found that amusing.
And finally…
The scythe.
Out of all possible weapons, I chose the scythe and implanted perfect mastery directly into my future body.
Not because it was practical.
Swords remained superior in most conventional combat situations.
I chose it because something about the weapon felt appropriate.
Elegant.
Violent.
Final.
Like death itself given shape.
Beyond that, everything else would depend on me.
My future growth.
My training.
My battles.
My evolution.
And perhaps most importantly…
My suffering.
For the first time since I could remember, pain would become real again.
Injury would matter.
Death would become possible.
I stared silently at Nythera while the final restrictions locked themselves around my existence one after another.
The process felt less like preparing for reincarnation and more like arranging my own execution.
Every seal reduced me further.
Every limitation made me smaller.
More human.
And strangely enough…
The weaker I became, the more alive I started feeling.
Pain.
That was the first thing I felt.
Not cosmic pressure.
Not distorted reality.
Not the endless silence beyond existence.
Pain.
A sharp ache spread through my entire body the moment consciousness returned.
My lungs burned violently as air rushed into them, and for several seconds I remained completely motionless, staring at the pale blue sky above me.
Wind brushed against my skin.
Real wind.
Cold.
Uneven.
Alive.
Slowly, I raised one trembling hand in front of my face.
Human.
Weak.
Mortal.
The realization sent something dangerously close to excitement through my chest.
For the first time in eternity, my heartbeat sounded loud inside my ears.
I could feel blood moving through my veins.
Muscle tension.
Fatigue.
Even breathing itself felt strangely overwhelming after existing beyond physical limitations for so long.
I laughed quietly.
Not because anything was funny.
Because it worked.
I had truly fallen.
The grass beneath me moved softly under the wind while distant mountains stretched across the horizon.
Massive forests covered most of the surrounding landscape, and somewhere far away I could hear water flowing through stone.
Nythera.
I had finally arrived.
For several minutes, I simply remained there, staring at the sky while my fragmented memories slowly stabilized inside my mind.
The seals were functioning properly.
I could still feel the enormous emptiness hidden deep within my existence where my former power used to reside, but it felt distant now.
Locked away.
Sleeping.
Good.
That was exactly what I wanted.
Slowly, I pushed myself upright.
The moment I stood, dizziness hit me immediately.
My body felt far heavier than expected.
Limited.
Fragile.
Even balancing properly required effort.
So this was mortality.
Honestly…
I had missed it.
I looked down at myself briefly.
Black clothing adapted itself naturally around my body during the transmigration, simple enough not to attract attention but durable enough for combat.
Attached to my back rested the weapon I had chosen personally before descending into this world.
A scythe.
The dark metal reflected faint light beneath the morning sun while strange instinctive familiarity surfaced inside my mind the moment my fingers touched the handle.
Perfect mastery.
At least that much remained.
Then suddenly…
Pain exploded across my senses.
My instincts screamed instantly.
Without thinking, I threw myself sideways just as something enormous crashed through the field behind me violently enough to tear apart the earth itself.
The impact shook the ground.
I rolled across the grass before immediately turning toward the creature.
And froze.
The beast standing several meters away resembled a bear at first glance, but only in the same way a monster resembles an animal.
Its body towered over the field at nearly four meters tall, covered in black fur mixed with crimson markings glowing faintly beneath its skin.
Massive claws dug effortlessly into the earth while hot breath escaped from its jaws in visible waves.
Its eyes locked onto mine immediately.
Predatory.
Hungry.
Dangerous.
And for the first time since entering Nythera…
I felt fear.
Real fear.
The creature roared violently before charging straight toward me.