reborn

Prologue

Maximilian leaned back in his chair, the dim glow of his computer screen illuminating the small, cluttered room. A long day had left him drained, but a persistent pop-up ad on his screen refused to let him close it.

"Would you like to go to another world?" the ad read, its words glowing faintly, almost hypnotically.

He scoffed, dragging the cursor toward the "X"—but the button wouldn't work. Frustrated, he clicked "Yes" instead.

The screen flickered, and another prompt appeared.

Choose Your Bloodline:

Blood of a Dragon $45.

Blood of an Ogre $10

Blood of a Dark Fey $25.

Blood of a Phoenix $40.

Human $5

Viking $8

Blood of a Vampire $15.

Blood of a Werewolf $15.

Primordial Bloodlines $10000000

Choose Your Abilities:

Devour $50.

Flight $10

Fireball $15

Ginormica $10

Black Sand/Dream Sand $45.

Access to Magic $10.

Super Strength $15

Choose Your Artifact:

The Hook of Maui $10

Amulet of Daylight $15.

Soul-bound Weapon $55.

System $50.

Magic Mirror $20

Winter Staff $15

Staff of Merlin $10

The staff of Jack Frost $15

Maximilian clicked through the options, his curiosity overriding any common sense. As he selected, he tried to see if he could pick two or more bloodlines, and to his surprise, he could.

So for the bloodlines, he picked the Blood of a dragon, who doesn't want to be a strong dragon that can breathe fire.

Blood of a Phoenix, the masters of fire themselves, and basically an undying chicken.

Blood of a Dark Fey, said to be an evolution of Phoniexs, Dark Feys are more humanoid with horns and wings, with one of the strongest even having a great connection to magic.

Blood of a Vampire, masters of the night, are able to control blood, and shadows and also gain sustenance from blood, becoming stronger from sucking blood.

Blood of a Werewolf, masters of hunting, their beastly strength makes them a formidable adversary, and it all amounted to $145, for the bloodlines.

Next was the abilities devour, the ability to devour and incorporate the devoured species and their ability.

Black Sand/Dream Sand, the control of dreams and nightmares, and also the ability to control sand-like constructs.

Access to magic, with magic that meant spells and that meant power, and it came to $105, thank goodness I still had money, but why does the money mirror what I have in my bank account?

Never mind that, the last thing I had to do was the artifact the first thing I picked was a Soul-bound weapon, it grew with me so I shall never outgrow it.

Amulet of daylight, as a kid seeing the troll hunter use the amulet, always kept me in awe, so I felt like it was my turn to be a troll hunter.

The last thing was a soul-bound system, having a system is most people's dream and I am one of them so, that equaled $120, max went to the final choice, the screen went black, and his surroundings seemed to warp and blur.

Heat surged through me, and the last thing I saw were glowing words on the screen:

"Welcome to your new reality."

Then it was darkness, the Darkness cradled me, a void of silence and emptiness. I had no form, no name—just the faint awareness of his existence. Then, without warning, light erupted around him, fierce and blinding.

The searing heat was the first thing I felt, consuming me in waves of unbearable fire. my body began to take shape, forged in flames that burned with the power of creation itself. I gasped, my lungs filling with air as he fell to the soft ground beneath him.

Maximilian opened his eyes to a forest unlike any he had ever seen. Towering trees stretched endlessly into the sky, their branches entwined like an ancient cathedral. Golden light filtered through the canopy, illuminating the lush moss and vibrant flowers surrounding him.

He pushed himself up, his hands trembling. His body felt unfamiliar—strong, yet untamed. His skin glowed faintly with an inner fire, and when he flexed his fingers, sparks of golden flame danced across his palms.

Something stirred at his back. He turned to see enormous wings, black as the night sky, streaked with veins of molten gold. As he moved, the wings unfurled with a grace that felt both alien and instinctive.

But it wasn't just his wings. He reached up and felt them—majestic, spiraling horns curving elegantly from his head. Their texture was smooth and warm, etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly with magic. They gave him an aura of regality, yet they also marked him as something otherworldly, something to be feared.

"What… am I?, was the advertisement actually real?" he whispered, his deep, resonant voice unfamiliar even to himself.

The forest was silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. Maximilian stood alone, the enormity of his situation settling in. Memories of his former life were fragments—flashes of a mundane existence, far removed from this fantastical world.

As he took his first steps, the forest seemed to react to him. The ground beneath him pulsed faintly with light, and the air shimmered as if acknowledging the power that his presence brought. He tested his wings, spreading them wide before launching himself into the air.

The sensation was exhilarating. He soared above the treetops, his black-and-gold wings cutting through the air with effortless grace. Yet the farther he flew, the more questions filled his mind.

Where was I? Why am I here? And what was this overwhelming power coursing through me?

When I landed, finding myself drawn to a nearby pool. The water was impossibly clear, and as I leaned over it, I caught my reflection.

My appearance was striking. My horns curved upward like a crown, glowing faintly with golden runes. My eyes burned like molten gold, their intensity almost too much to bear. My skin shimmered, as though lit from within by an unquenchable flame.

For a moment, I felt fear--- 

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