> Darkness. Silence. And then… pain.
Not the kind of pain you wake up to after sleeping in a bad position. No, this was the "I just got impaled by a sword" kind of pain.
The first thing I saw when my vision returned was a sky painted in fire. A swirling vortex of shadows loomed above, like a crack in reality itself. I was lying on cold, cracked stone, my body aching as if I had just fought a war.
Oh wait—maybe I had. I just… couldn't remember.
I blinked. Something was wrong. My hands were covered in blood, but… it wasn't mine? And then I noticed the massive, jagged blade stabbed straight through my chest.
"Ah… hell no." I groaned, sitting up. Shouldn't I be dead? Pretty sure normal people don't shrug off getting impaled like this.
"You awaken at last, lost one."
A voice. Deep, ancient, and filled with power. I turned my head, only to find a figure standing at the edge of the ruined battlefield. A man—or something close to one. His eyes glowed like molten gold, his body draped in an ethereal cloak, shifting between reality and something beyond comprehension.
"Who… the hell are you?" My voice came out rough, dry, as if I hadn't spoken in centuries.
The being tilted his head. "Who am I? No… the question is—who are you?"
And that's when it hit me. I didn't know.
I knew words, I knew how to move, how to breathe—but my name, my past, my purpose? Gone. Like someone had ripped pages out of my very existence.
Then, like a cruel joke from the universe, a sharp ringing sound filled my ears. A notification, floating in the air before me.
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[SYSTEM ALERT]
☠ You Have Died. ☠
[Initiating Chaos Rebirth Protocol...]
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"…Excuse me, what the f—"
The world collapsed. My vision twisted, the sky shattered like glass, and suddenly—
I was falling.
[WARNING: Unauthorized Entity Detected.]
[Reconstructing Existence...]
This was bad.
[Welcome to the Chaos Realm, Forgotten One.]
And just like that, my story began.