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The clock read 11:43 p.m. in Mark's quiet room. Outside, rain gently tapped against the window, accompanied by the constant hum of a city that never slept. Inside, however, there was only silence—save for the clicking of keys and the faint sound of a YouTube video playing anime theories.
Mark was an ordinary young man, a fan of anime, science fiction, and mythology. Since childhood, he had dreamed of impossible worlds, of being more than just a spectator in epic tales. He spent hours on forums, writing theories about the strongest characters, combining universes, wondering what would happen if Goku fought Thor or if Ichigo's Bankai could cut through Captain America's shield.
"Another normal day," he murmured, stretching.
He had just closed a game when his computer screen flickered briefly. At first, he thought it was just a connection error. But then, all his programs shut down. The screen went black... until a strange window appeared—completely unlike anything he had ever seen. Black background, golden letters, and a message:
"Are you ready for destiny?"
The cursor blinked, waiting for a response. His heart began to race. A prank, he thought at first… but something deep inside him, a strange intuition, told him this wasn't just anything.
"Well... why not?" he said, and typed:
"Yes."
The screen trembled softly. New words appeared:
"You have been chosen to be reborn in a world filled with gods, heroes, and monsters. Before you go, choose your power."
A list of abilities unfolded before him, as if the universe itself were letting him choose his fate:
Strength of Yujiro Hanma
Conqueror's Haki
Sharingan Eye
The Power of Jugram Haschwalth
T-800
Magic from Licht's Grimoire
Mark's gaze instantly stopped at the fourth option. Jugram Haschwalth… Sternritter B from the Bleach universe, "The Balance"—the one who could shift fate in his favor and reverse fortune. A graceful, overwhelming power… and perfect.
"With that, not even the gods could stop me…" he whispered, and selected:
"The Power of Jugram Haschwalth."
A final line appeared before his eyes, slowly, as if the message knew this was a solemn moment:
"You have chosen to balance destiny. See you in Valhalla, young son of Odin."
Then, the screen exploded in pure white. There was no sound. No vibration. Just a silence that consumed everything. He tried to move, to speak—but couldn't. He felt something inside him begin to separate, like he was being pulled from the world, his soul being dragged into another plane.
"What's happening...? This… isn't a dream, right?"
The world around him began to fade. The walls of his room, his desk, his bed, his body… all turned to mist.
"I feel… like I'm dissolving. Like... I'm peeling away from myself."
His consciousness floated. There was no ground, no sky, no time. Only a strange sensation, as if his "self" was slowly dimming.
"Is this dying? No... this is… rebirth."
And suddenly, something changed. Out of nowhere, he felt warmth. A heartbeat. Then another. As if his very existence was starting from scratch. At first, he didn't understand what it was. An echo… a pulse…
And then, a surrounding pressure. Warm darkness. Muffled sound. It felt like he was inside something—contained, floating...
"I'm… being born."
A powerful light hit him, and instinctively he shut his eyes. Cold air wrapped around his body, and a cry escaped his throat before he could stop it. He didn't understand what was happening. He only knew—he was alive. In a new body.
And then he saw them. Two figures leaning over him. A woman with golden hair, her eyes as calm as the northern sky. A man with a majestic presence, an intense gaze, thick beard, and an imposing aura that seemed to fill the entire room.
"Who… are they?" he wondered, unable to speak, his thoughts barely forming.
The woman held him gently in her arms, and the man placed a hand on his small head. Both looked at him with tenderness and solemnity.
"Welcome to the world, little one…" the woman whispered.
But he didn't understand yet. He only knew that these two… were important. Very important.