AmyKimi

In a universe where time is shattered, dimensions collapse, and galaxies burn, a nameless wanderer drifts through existence without purpose. No home, no past, no destiny—only the endless journey ahead.

But fate does not ignore those who defy it. When an ancient artifact forces him into the heart of a war between gods and outcasts, he steps onto a path that will reshape the cosmos itself. Through battles that shake entire realities and encounters with beings beyond comprehension, he begins to carve his legend.

Along the way, he is joined by an unlikely band of warriors, outcasts, and seekers—each with their own story, their own scars. Among them, two extraordinary women enter his life, both from lost races, both bound to their own destinies. One wields power enough to shatter stars; the other bends reality itself. Together, they challenge the very fabric of existence.

With every battle, every betrayal, and every world left behind, he grows stronger. He learns to manipulate time, harness the energy of dying universes, and stand against forces that seek to erase him from reality itself. But as he delves deeper into the mysteries of existence, one question remains:

Is he a wanderer, a savior… or the greatest threat the multiverse has ever known?

This is not just a journey. This is a war against fate itself.

Eternal Drifter: The Infinite Odyssey

He was falling—not through air, not through space, but through something deeper. A void without light, without time, without direction.

His body felt weightless, yet the pressure around him crushed his senses. He tried to move, but it was like his limbs didn't belong to him anymore.

Countless voices, layered over one another, speaking in languages he didn't understand. Some were soft, almost comforting. Others were hungry, ancient, and wrong.

The whispers grew louder.

A pulling force gripped his chest, dragging him deeper into the abyss. His golden fire—his power—flickered, struggling against the crushing weight of the void.

He refused to let it go.

With every ounce of willpower, he clenched his fists, trying to force the energy back into existence.

The void was draining him.

Then, through the endless black, a shape emerged.

It dwarfed him, stretching across the abyss, its pupil swirling with galaxies and stars. The moment it focused on him, a tremor ran through his soul.

Not just watching—studying.

A voice, deep and unfathomable, echoed through the void.

"You walk a path that was never meant to be."

He gritted his teeth. "Who—what are you?"

The eye blinked, and the stars inside it shattered.

The darkness rippled.

Pain lanced through his skull as flashes of distant worlds and unfathomable beings flooded his mind. Cities built atop dying stars. Armies marching through endless time-loops. Beasts that fed on reality itself.

And then—a vision of himself.

A version of him standing atop a mountain of corpses, golden flames consuming everything. A version of him without emotion, without restraint.

His stomach twisted. "No. That's not me."

The darkness closed in. The eye vanished.

A blinding, overwhelming light pulled him forward—

—And he woke up.

But something had changed.

His golden fire still flickered around his hands, but deeper, within his chest, he could feel it.

The void had left something inside him.

Elya was there, watching him with an unreadable expression. "You're awake," she said.

She sighed. "Somewhere safe. For now."

He clenched his fists. He could still hear the whispers, faint but lingering. The vision of himself burning everything refused to leave his mind.

Elya's eyes narrowed, but she didn't press further.

Outside, the twin suns were rising again. A new day had begun.

And so had a new fear.

The question that gnawed at his soul.

What am I becoming?

Chapter 9: Falling Through the Void