I died. Yeah, that part sunk in fast. One minute I’m alive, the next I’m standing in some liminal space where God—yes, actual God—tells me my soul gets a second chance. The catch? I can't go back to my old world.
And just like that, it hits me: I’m getting isekai’ed. Cue the cliché starter pack—cheat skills, flashy systems, overpowered blessings. But I’m not interested in shortcuts. I refuse the easy path and choose something different: an ability from my old world that I’ll have to earn, the hard way.
Dropped into a world that doesn’t run on systems or tropes, where even the very essence of energy has a different name depending on who you ask, I’m forced to start over—new age, new gender, new rules. Gods walk among mortals, politics bleed into war, and everything is far more complex than your average power fantasy.
But I’m still here. And I plan to live. Not just survive—live.
Even if it means breaking every boundary—literally.