In the vast universe, a vow seemed to echo into the unknown distance, unstopped and unmarked by anyone — a plea of a man and his ambition.
"This is the story of a man who refused to be ordinary. A man whose ambition would unknowingly reshape realms."
They said he was just one among billions.
Insignificant. Replaceable.
But he stood tall.
Even when the world turned its back.
Even when his friends grew distant.
Even when life itself tried to break him.
He climbed.
He bled.
He endured.
He may fall. He may die.
But he'll die true to himself.
He will become someone etched into history—
or be forgotten, like all those who came before him.
He is not special.
Just a human who refuses to die ordinary.
This was the moment it all began—
A man taking a vow to become strong.
To become more than anyone had ever thought he could be.
"This... is the story of a man who refused to remain ordinary—and whose choices would echo across realm."
This... is the story of a not-so-ordinary man.
The realms, untouched for eons, would soon tremble at the choices of a single man.
A war of disproportionate scale would take place—chaotic, unbalanced, and set in motion by a single rebirth—would erupt as he walked unknowingly toward the truth.
This is the tale of Aidan Wilson.
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Aidan's eyes fluttered open.
Blood trickled down his forehead, dripping into his eyes and blurring his vision.
Through the crimson haze, the faint image of a woman appeared—
No.
Not a woman. A ghost.
She still had that smile.
That same unnatural smile no human could ever make. Too wide. Too calm.
Like something that didn't understand what it meant to be alive.
The vine around his neck tightened, biting into his throat, while others coiled around his limbs. He couldn't tell if it was the pain—or the sheer irony—that made his blood boil.
Killed by a wolf on Earth during a simple outing.Reborn in a world like Maaya, groomed to become the heir of the powerful Wilson family.And yet, here he was again—on the brink of death.
Aidan slowly lifted his head—just enough to glimpse his friend nearby, bound and trapped in the same way. His vision was too blurred with blood to make out his friend condition, but even so, he felt the words escape his mouth. "I… I'm sorry…"
The words barely held shape—just cracked breath in a dying forest. And Matthew…
Did he make it out?
Now that he thought about it—Matthew wasn't the kind of man to bring him to a place this dangerous.
Not unless… Father was involved.
Aidan tried to clench his fist. Nothing moved.
Fingers broken. Nails torn. Blood pooling beneath his legs.
He wondered if this was it—his second death… and maybe his last.
Would it end just as quickly as the first?
A part of him still wondered what that egg was—how it was connected to him, and why it pulsed with such strange familiarity. But with the way things were unfolding, he doubted he'd ever learn the answer.
Just like so many other questions about Maaya.
Aidan's last strength slipped from his body, and his mind—caught between fading consciousness and pain—began to drift. Memories surged like a flood. His arrival in this world. Everything passed through him like a dying ember chasing its final flicker.
The ghostly woman floated forward.
Her pale hand—ethereal and cold—cupped his cheek.
Her eyes met his—closed, barely conscious eyes.
Cold. Hollow. Endless.