In the middle of the vastness of space, a lone ship drifts. Without light, without life, it moves to no destination.
Within the cold steel of the halls, sitting in the captain's seat of the cockpit, lay a corpse. Pale and rotten, the corpse of a young man with long, pale, withered hair, pale blue skin on a thin and fragile body, and golden snake scales that were attached to some parts of his body. Lying on the body's lap is the skeleton of a snake about 2 meters long.
As the ship continued to float, the silence was all there was. A storm of radiation, solar flares, and debris from shattered plants reached the ship.
Passing through the storm, the ship was rocked, and solar flares from the storm began to burst around the ship at the same time flashes of lightning hit the ship, even traveling all the way to the corpse.
Burst after burst, the spaceship began to shift slowly, coming back to life as the generators came online, the life support activated, and the AI support came online. As the ship reached the center of the storm, the lightning strikes grew more frequent, striking the corpse and jolting it with infinite power.
With one final power strike that seemed to be the essence of the whole storm, a bolt of lightning hit the corpse, causing the storm to dissipate and the eyes of the corpse to shoot open with a bright golden light that filled the cockpit.
"Ha....ha...ha...w-what happened?" spoke the now alive and moving body, its voice hoarse, barely audible as he took deep breaths.
[Host has been resurrected. Implementing memories from previous lives]
Still confused about his sudden awakening, the man did not get a chance to acknowledge the floating screen before him when his mind was filled with memories. Memories of three different lives, none of them his, but all his at the same time. One of a shaman from a time long past who gave his life in a ritual, the second of a being beyond human, hiding among them and acting as a guide, and the last of a boy living in modern times, living an everyday life as an inventor.
"H-how...it doesn't make sense," Zonrasil said as he held his head.
"I should be dead..."
[Host, please calm down. Your mental state is currently unstable. Please allow me to explain]
"You...The one who gave me my memories...who are you?
[I am Pix, your assistant, to help you adjust to your current condition]
"My current condition?"
[Yes, currently you are in the body of a second life. It was the most stable option]
"How?"
[I cannot tell you that at the moment. For now, you must understand that the Emperor has failed to unify the living against the chaos. Currently, the gods of Chaos are spreading at an alarming rate, and the time for a new emperor has arisen.]
"The emperor?"
[You would have known him as *(^^@$)(@#)@]
"Why is he called the emperor. Our goal was to guide humanity, not lead it?"
[Things have changed since you died. After a while, only the emperor remained, and chaos was beginning to pass the veil. He took command, fighting against the Chaos by commanding the humans.]
"What happened to him?"
For the next hour, Pix continued to tell Zonrasil the story of the emperor and what had happened in the past 15,000 years.
"That fool...okay, but tell me...why is my body in such a state? If you had the power to bring me back from the dead, couldn't you restore it?"
[No. Your body was merged from the lives of 500 shamans and various creatures; it's no longer the same, but this was to your aid. But that's the limit of direct assistance. From now on, you will have to earn your power once more.]
"...I see...but if the universe is in such a state, how will I be able to succeed where he failed?"
[Because you have the knowledge of life from a different reality, where this is purely fiction]
"Fine, tell me what else you can do."
[I have multiple functions, the main ones being]
[Status]
[Ritual]
[Inventory]
[Store]
"Open my status,"
[Status]
Name: Zonrasil
Age: 1500 years old [Remaining Life Force: 3 months]
Race: Pesudo-God
Faction: None
HP: 2000/70,000
Ailments: Curse of Constant Decay[Limits Body capacity to 20] Curse of Shattered Mind[Limits mind to 20] The Soul of the Currpotable[Limits Spirit to 20]
Aether: 2000
Body: 20 [7000]
Mind: 20 [5000]
Spirit: 20 [10,000]
Curruption: 0
Abilities: [1/10: Skill Mimic] [2/10: Aether sovereignty] [3/10: Gene Imprint]
Rituals: None
"These ailments...I might as well be a dead man with them," Zonrasil sighed.
[Yes, most would die from them. But if you are to prove that you can succeed where the emperor failed, you must overcome them]
"I see so you placed them on me, right?"
[Yes, now this is where my assistance ends for now. Good Luck because reality rests on whether you fail or not]