Ankit was trapped inside the White Dimensional Rift.
His small body was being pulled forward at an unimaginable speed, as though an invisible force was dragging him deeper into the endless void.
There was nothing around him.
Only endless darkness…
Violent winds…
And occasional flashes of lightning that illuminated the black emptiness for a split second before disappearing again.
Ankit struggled to breathe.
W-What’s happening…?
I’m being pulled so fast…
It feels like my body and my soul are about to be torn apart.
The terrifying pressure continued to grow stronger.
His clothes fluttered wildly in the raging wind.
His vision blurred.
But then…
The fear on his face slowly faded.
A small, peaceful smile appeared instead.
Heh…
Looks like…
My time in this world has come to an end.
He gently closed his eyes.
It was only three years…
But those three years felt happier than the thirty years I lived in my previous life.
Warm memories filled his heart.
His mother’s gentle embrace.
His father’s strict but caring training.
His grandfather’s laughter.
His grandmother’s kindness.
The peaceful days they spent together.
A single tear rolled down his cheek.
…Huh?
I’m crying…?
He let out a faint, bittersweet laugh.
In my previous life…
I faced death without shedding a single tear.
But now…
I’m crying.
Another tear drifted away into the endless darkness.
Well…
How could I not?
I was blessed with such a wonderful family.
They accepted me exactly as I was.
Even when I had no magic…
They never treated me as a burden.
They simply loved me.
He smiled through his tears.
So…
I have no regrets.
Thank you…
To whoever gave me this second life…
Thank you for letting me experience what true happiness feels like.
The White Dimensional Rift continued to pull him deeper into the unknown, while Ankit quietly embraced the memories that had changed his life forever.
Ankit’s eyelids slowly fluttered open.
“…Where am I?” “Am I…
in Heaven?” “Or…” “…Hell?” He blinked several times.
“…Did I die?” Little by little, his senses returned.
He slowly sat up and looked around.
He was inside a mysterious cave.
Everything around him was pure white.
The walls…
The floor…
Even the ceiling…
It all looked as if it had been carved from glowing white crystal.
Ankit slowly turned his head.
From above…
To the front…
Suddenly— A blinding light shone directly into his eyes.
“Ah!” He instinctively covered his face with both hands.
The radiance was so intense that he couldn’t look at it.
Slowly, he stood up.
“W-What is this…?” “…Am I still alive?” Just then…
A calm voice echoed from within the light.
“Why don’t you lower your hand first?” “Only then will you find your answer.” Ankit froze.
For a brief moment, he hesitated.
Then…
He slowly lowered his hand from his face.
The blinding light gradually faded.
As his vision became clear…
He saw someone standing before him.
A man dressed entirely in pure white robes.
His long white hair flowed gently behind him.
A mysterious, radiant aura surrounded his body, making him appear almost unreal.
His presence alone filled the entire cave with a peaceful yet overwhelming pressure.
His appearance was breathtakingly beautiful…
As though he did not belong to the world of mortals.
Ankit stared at him in complete silence.
His heartbeat quickened.
Who…
Who is this person…?
Ankit slowly asked, “Y-You… who are you?” The man replied calmly, “You may call me the Creator of this universe.” Ankit froze in shock.
“W-What…?
You’re…
a God?” The man smiled faintly.
“Yes.
You can think of me that way.” Ankit let out a long breath.
“So…
I really did die.” God shook his head.
“No.
You are not dead.
You are still alive.” “You’re simply in a place that very few people in this world know about.
This place is called the White Mountain.” Ankit blinked in confusion.
“So…
I’m not dead?” God nodded.
“No.” “But just because you’re alive doesn’t mean you should start asking me questions about your previous life.” Ankit’s eyes widened.
“Y-You read my mind?” God simply smiled without answering.
Ankit quickly changed the topic.
“Then…
can you at least tell me why you brought me here?” “I didn’t.” God’s expression became serious.
“This place is connected to a magical formation that opens only once every hundred years.
Very few people are ever caught by it, but those who are…
almost never find their way back.
They simply disappear somewhere in this world.” He paused for a moment before continuing.
“However…
you are right about one thing.” “I was the one who sent you from your previous world to this one.” Ankit nodded.
“I figured as much.
No one else could have done something like that.” “But…
why?
Why did you send me to this world?” God looked at him quietly.
“For a very important reason.” “You’ll learn the answer in time.” “For now…
I came here to tell you something important.” Ankit frowned with curiosity.
“Something important…
about what?” God spoke in a calm voice.
“Listen carefully, Ankit.” “This world is facing a catastrophe unlike anything it has ever seen…
and you are the one who will stop it.” “You are the one who will restore peace.” Ankit frowned.
“A catastrophe…?
What kind of catastrophe?” “You’ll understand when the time is right,” God replied.
Ankit hesitated before asking, “Then…
why did you choose me?
Couldn’t you have handled it yourself?” God chuckled softly.
“You’re right.
I could.” “But I watch over countless worlds just like this one.
Every one of them needs my attention.” “So, as you can imagine…
I cannot personally interfere in everything.” Ankit lowered his head.
“But…
how am I supposed to do something like that?” His voice became quieter.
“I don’t even have any powers.” God smiled.
“And that brings us to the second important thing.” “Power is never fixed.” Ankit sighed inwardly.
I’m seriously getting tired of hearing that sentence…
God smiled as if he had heard every word.
“I know.” “Your grandfather always told you the same thing.” “But he wasn’t simply encouraging you.” “He was speaking the truth.” “You have already chosen your own power.” Ankit looked up in confusion.
“I…
chose my own power?” “Yes.” “The power you chose is the same thing you’ve been practicing every single night.” “Meditation.” Ankit’s eyes widened.
“Meditation?” God nodded.
“Meditation does not grant ordinary magic.” “It leads to the Twelve Siddhis.” “These are divine abilities that are incredibly difficult to obtain…
something you’ve already experienced over the past one and a half years.” “They are the very powers that I use.” Ankit’s pupils shrank.
“Y-Your powers…?” “Yes.” “The only difference between us is that I understand every law, principle, and mystery behind these abilities.” “You, on the other hand, will only be able to use them.” “To truly master them would take not thousands…
not millions…
but billions of years.” “The Twelve Siddhis are not obtained through talent.” “They are born from Meditation…
and Wisdom.”