Animemastermind

In a fractured world where time twists and forgotten powers stir, Yeo, an ordinary youth from a forgotten village, stumbles upon a mysterious Fragment—a shard of a lost reality. With it, he unlocks terrifying visions, memories that aren’t his, and power no mortal should possess.

Hunted by ruthless warlords, ancient orders, and shadowy reflections of himself called Remnants, Yeo is drawn into a war far greater than he imagined—a war not of kingdoms, but of timelines. Each Fragment he gathers brings strength... and madness, pulling him closer to the truth of the Aeon Core, a mythic force said to have destroyed entire worlds.

But Yeo is not the chosen one. He is one of many—countless versions of himself scattered across broken realities. Some rose as saviors. Most fell as tyrants. And one... became something worse.

As the multiverse begins to collapse under the weight of forgotten timelines and corrupted echoes, Yeo must face not just enemies—but himself. For the final battle is not about who wins—but who survives being remembered.

I Was Rejected by the Gods, So I Hacked Their System

Yeo awoke to the scent of dust and flame.

The visions had faded, but the weight of what he had seen lingered like smoke in his lungs—a throne of bones, chains of light, and a thousand screaming voices buried in time. His fingertips still tingled from touching the First Fragment. The rune on his right arm had changed—its lines now sharper, branching outward like veins of fire.

Lirael stood by a brazier, quietly stirring glowing coals. "The shard didn't kill you," she said without turning. "That's a good sign."

Yeo rose slowly. "What did I see?"

"Just the surface," Lirael said. "A sliver of a war erased from memory. A glimpse of who you once were."

"I saw a throne," he said, his voice low. "I was… on it."

Lirael finally turned, her eyes somber. "You were not a king. You were a punishment. The gods created you to end a rebellion. But when you chose mercy over extinction, they feared you. They broke your soul and scattered it across time."

Yeo stared at his hands. "So I was their weapon."

"You were their mistake," she corrected. "And now they will pay for remembering too late."

She stepped forward and opened her palm. A second object hovered above it—a silver thread, pulsing faintly with light.

"This is not a Fragment," she said. "It's a Thread of the Forgotten—a memory locked in the flow of time. With it, you can glimpse truths others have hidden. But only once."

Instantly, he was pulled into a vision—this one not his own.

He stood in a grand cathedral of crystal, where a younger Lirael knelt before three gods. Their faces were blurred, shifting—one cloaked in feathers, another in storm, and the third in shadow.

"You are cursed with remembrance," the feathered god said. "But we grant you this burden. You will watch the end come. Again and again."

Lirael raised her head, defiant. "And when the day comes that he returns—your judgment will fall."

Yeo gasped, pulled back into the present. Lirael stood still, her face unreadable.

"You were there," he whispered. "You faced them."

"I was the first to rebel," she said. "The first to be erased. But memory cannot be unmade. It only sleeps."

Yeo clenched his fists. "Then we wake it. All of it."

She nodded. "The next Fragment lies beyond the Shifting Vale, in the ruins of Murael. But beware—others are moving. The gods have begun to remember. Their agents are already seeking what you now possess."

Yeo turned toward the temple entrance. Outside, the Hollow Expanse was beginning to stir—winds rising, ash lifting from the ground like whispers given form.

As he stepped into the light, a shadow stirred behind a distant ridge. A figure cloaked in black, eyes glowing with divine fury, watched him.

And the race for memory had begun.

Chapter 18: Threads of the Forgotten