Chapter 1 – The Robot, the Despair, and the Destiny
It all began with a flash.
I opened my eyes and found myself in a vast white void. No walls. No floor. Just me, floating in emptiness like I had been erased from existence. And then, there he was — a floating robot with chrome plating, glowing LED eyes, and the energy of a DMV employee granted divine power.
"Analysis complete," the robot said in an overly cheerful voice. "Soul compatibility confirmed. You have been selected to reincarnate in a new world!"
"Oh, awesome!" I replied with a grin. "Is it a fantasy isekai? Do I get a sword and a dragon companion?"
The robot spun in the air, emitting a loud beep-beep.
"Negative. You are reincarnating into the Twilight universe. As Bella Swan's younger brother."
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"NOOOOOOOOO!"
I collapsed — somehow — onto the invisible floor. Tears of pure despair rolled down my face. This had to be punishment for something I did in a past life. The teenage melodrama. The sparkling vampires. The shirtless werewolves. The painfully long, awkward stares. And now, I'd be related to Bella Swan?
"How am I supposed to survive all this?! I'll have to exist in the same space as Edward Cullen, brooding at everything! Watch Jacob show off his abs every five minutes without context! Be the little brother of a girl who can't choose between a vampire and a dog?!"
The robot tilted its head, LED eyes blinking blue.
"Emotional levels critical. Initiating sanity preservation protocol. Adjustments in progress..."
"Please, Rob! I'm begging you! Anything but this!"
"Processing... merging multiversal parameters... uploading comedic overlays..."
BEEP
Done. The Twilight universe had now been fused with elements from various action, horror, and adventure franchises.
My eyes sparkled like it was Christmas morning.
Wait — so this won't just be the trashy Twilight universe? There'll be cool worlds mixed in?
"Correct," the robot confirmed. "To balance the angst, I've also added elements from comedy series you used to enjoy. You're welcome."
For the first time since I arrived in this void, I smiled.
"Rob… you're the unsung hero of humanity."
"As the new world is extremely dangerous," Rob added, "you may also choose two powers. But nothing divine-level. Don't push your luck."
I took a deep breath. I knew exactly what I wanted.
"First, I want the Dragon Analogy Model from Fairy Tail — like Acnologia. I want to turn into a dragon at will, with a dragon's lifespan — immortal unless killed — but without the emotional corruption or madness. Just the power."
"Confirmed," the robot replied. "And the second?"
"The ability to create spatial portals. I want to open them to anywhere I can imagine. Instantly."
"Efficient. I like that."
"Wait — one more thing."
The robot leaned slightly forward.
"Yes?"
"I want to look like Acnologia. Same style — dark skin, dragon tattoos, strong features. But younger. A unique version. Not a clone. I want to be recognizable but still myself. Stylish protagonist, not a scary villain."
The robot paused, clearly overclocking its processors. Its LED eyes flickered as it scanned the narrative timeline.
"Analyzing... adjusting family context..."
It turned back to me.
"Updated scenario. In the new world, your name is Dante Swan. Son of Charlie Swan, Bella's father. After divorcing Bella's mother, Charlie remarried — this time to a woman from the Quileute werewolf tribe. Your mother was a native American werewolf with ancient mystical blood. This explains your unique appearance and latent magical potential."
I blinked. "Wow. That's… weirdly logical. I expected more chaos."
"Your mother's lineage connects you to the spiritual world. Your powers will remain dormant in childhood. You'll only be able to use your portal ability. Your Acnologia power will awaken when you turn sixteen, allowing full dragon form, partial beast form, and human form."
"Be careful," the robot warned. "Your power will increase dramatically after awakening. To help, I'll give you a simple status interface — just to track your abilities."
"Thanks, Rob. You're an angel. And no one's going to question my appearance, right? I mean, in terms of looks, 2D characters outshine most real people."
"Charlie told people you were just lucky," Rob said flatly. "You're just an unusually attractive baby. After some attention at the beginning, no one will care."
I laughed. "Fair enough."
The robot extended a glowing orb toward me, pulsing with energy.
"It's all set. You are Dante Swan — son of Charlie and a she-wolf, Bella's brother, and the world's first dragon. Live a good life."
I took the orb, feeling its energy surge through my soul. I nodded in silent gratitude.
"Thanks, Rob. Seriously."
The robot smiled — or at least its display showed a smiling pixel face.
"Good luck, Dante. May your portals always open… and may your enemies never learn how to use Wi-Fi."
And then — darkness.
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When I opened my eyes again, I was wrapped in soft cloth, surrounded by warm hands and bright hospital lights. I couldn't move much, but I could see.
A beautiful dark-skinned woman with fierce eyes and wild black hair gently held me. She looked at me like I was her whole world.
Next to her stood Charlie Swan, looking as awkward as ever — but smiling proudly. His hand rested on hers.
"He'll be called… Dante," my mother said softly, her voice like wind passing through ancient trees.
Charlie nodded. "Dante Swan. Sounds strong. I like it."
And me? I was a baby now. A newborn with full adult consciousness and the soul of a reincarnated weeb.
I looked up at them with wide, emotional eyes and thought:
"At least this time, I've got a family. That makes up for the teenage melodrama I'll have to deal with in a few years… maybe."
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