[Shape The Multiverse] Ch 2: Another World

(Amon is derived from Arabic, specifically Ancient Egyptian origins, and is pronounced "Aa-moon" (أمون), with the "oo" sound as in "moon.")

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Ding!

[Host detected as deceased… searching for solutions…]

[...Sacrificing origin system power to revive the host…]

[_____success!]

Amon opened his eyes to an endless void, the silence broken only by distant echoes of planes bombarding ruins below.

"Am I... a soul now?" His voice wavered, disbelief mingling with confusion.

[The system has revived the host using its origin power. In ten seconds, the host will be reborn in a random world.]

Amon froze. Was this real? Could this "system" be trusted? He steadied himself, forcing down the panic rising within. "Can't I pick the world? Can't I revive here?"

"System, you must send me back. I can't leave everything behind!" His voice cracked with urgency.

[The system lacks space-time travel capabilities and has no World coordinates, so the destination can only be random by using Origin Power]

A countdown appeared before him, each second dragging like an eternity. Powerless to stop it, Amon's gaze drifted back to the chaos below.

Grief and anger surged within him, each thought sharpening his resolve: "So what if you killed us? Our beliefs will live on..."

"No matter what you do, you'll never erase us!"

His thoughts raced back to a poem that resonated with his pain and resolve. Fixing his gaze on the planes above, he began to recite:

"Do you think that when you burned me,
And danced like a devil over my ashes,
Leaving me to the winds to scatter me,
A shadow cast on sunlit plains—"

His voice grew stronger, reverberating in the void:

"Do you think you have erased my identity,
Erased my history and beliefs?
In vain you strive… a rebel never dies.
Like Judgment Day, one day I shall return."

With unwavering determination, he continued:

"I will return, as the oldest rebellious lover,
I will return, the mightiest of all revolutions,
A man from where I am.
I will return.
I must return."

 (*Second Poem thread in discord)

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[...A World was Found]

"..." Amon felt disoriented, like a blind man, with only the system's voice as his guide. "System, I can't see anything. Where am I…? What world is this?"

[Host, according to information received from the world's will, you are now in the ninja world.]

"Ninja? You mean… the world from Naruto anime? Or some other place with ninjas?"
"This isn't how it's supposed to go in novels." Amon muttered, feeling a hint of panic at facing the unknown.

[Yes, it's indeed the Naruto anime world.]

"That's… actually good news." Relief washed over Amon as he realized he could use his knowledge of the plot along with the system's power to rise to the top. Maybe even find a way to return home.

"Right, System, what exactly are your abilities?" Amon finally asked the key question.

[This is the MAX LEVEL SYSTEM. I can level up anything for the host by consuming points: bloodlines, weapons, skills—even entire techniques.]

"That's amazing." Amon felt a surge of excitement, envisioning the possibilities this system offered, especially in a world as powerful as this one.

He quickly calmed himself, considering that this world was as dangerous as it was promising. "What level of power would I need to achieve if I want to return to my world?"

[With the system's current functions, returning is impossible. The system does not possess any space-time traveling features.]

The system's cold, flat tone made Amon feel an ache of loss all over again. He pushed through the sinking feeling. "At the very least, we have my world coordinates stored, right?"

[The system had insufficient time-data to gather the world's coordinates.]

"W...What do you mean?"

[Your world's coordinates were not saved.]

"No—I need to go back! Even if there's nothing left, I must return! I need my revenge!" Amon's voice broke, his words trembling with desperation, anger, and a fear that clawed at his heart. A storm of emotions churned inside him, intense enough to tear him apart.

It felt like a void was opening up in his chest, an emptiness that swallowed everything he'd ever cared for. Everyone he'd ever loved was gone, everything he'd worked for, taken.

The only thing that had kept him moving, the only light in this darkness, was the hope of returning—to take back his right, to make them pay. That hope had been his anchor, the last fragile thread tying him to purpose. "I have nothing left… not even hope!"

It was this hope that had driven him to press on, that had helped him bury the grief, the anger. It was his fuel, his fire—and now even that was slipping through his fingers, leaving only the suffocating silence of despair.

Then came a sound: Ding!
[There is still hope, Host. If you can find a source of space-time origin power, the system can absorb it to develop a traveling feature.]

Amon's dull eyes sparked with life again. "...S...So there's a way? If I can get something like that, I can return?" His trembling voice steadied as determination surged anew. "Then I'll find it. Whatever it takes, I'll make it happen."

Amon had one goal: to return to his world. Now, with that single purpose igniting within him, he was resolute, determined to find any path, any power that would bring him closer to achieving it.

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"Now..." Amon exhaled, focusing on the present. "First, I have to figure out… where exactly am I?"

[Host is currently stored within the system's inventory.]

"..." He waited, the silence dragging on. His patience snapped. "Damn it! Do I need to get another system just to explain things to you first?" Amon's voice rose, laced with irritation. "Explain my current situation, you useless system!"

[The host's body is still under construction. And because your soul is too strong for this new body, the full transfer cannot happen yet, or it would cause the body to explode.]

[Gradual soul integration will proceed until you can fully inhabit the body, which is estimated to occur around age six.]

"...So I'm a fetus now?" Amon asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

[Yes. The host may enter Sleep Mode until the fusion process is complete.]

Amon chuckled bitterly. "So, the first step on my grand journey… is doing absolutely nothing." His laugh faded into a sigh. "Fine. Put me in sleep mode."

[Reconstitution Sleep Mode initializing… Soul fusion process beginning...]

[The system will craft a host body capable of withstanding your soul's intensity. Current progress: 1%.]

Even in this forced slumber, one thought burned bright: I will return. I must.

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