Dr. Evelyn Carter had been awake for thirty-two hours straight, but exhaustion had long stopped mattering to her. She was a genius, a prodigy, a miracle worker wrapped in a white coat stained with faint traces of ink and adrenaline. Tonight marked a milestone she never celebrated but always acknowledged: her 3,000th patient treated.
Not saved—she didn't allow herself that word.Just… treated. Helped. Guided away from death for a little longer.
Evelyn stepped out of the hospital doors into the cool night air, rubbing her eyes. Her back ached. Her neck protested. Her brain, despite the fatigue, still buzzed with clinical precision and the thousand calculations of a mind far too sharp for its own good.
Coffee. Shower. Sleep. In that order, she thought.
Then she saw the child.
A small boy—maybe six—stepped off the curb, chasing a loose football that rolled into the street. A pair of headlights burned through the darkness, racing toward him with terrifying speed. The driver didn't see him. The boy didn't hear the car.
Evelyn didn't think.
She moved.
Her legs burned as she sprinted. She grabbed the child by the shoulders and shoved him back toward the sidewalk—
—and the world exploded.
Metal struck her ribs. Her body lifted, weightless. Pain swallowed everything, bright and sharp and endless. She tasted iron. She felt the pavement rush up to meet her. Someone screamed. Someone cried.
Her vision blurred.
The boy lived. She could see him standing there, shaking, unharmed.
Good.Good… that was good.
Her breath rattled as blood pooled beneath her, warm and spreading. She knew the symptoms of fatal hemorrhage better than anyone. Her vision narrowed. Her pulse slowed.
Her final thought was simple, almost amused:
Well… that's one hell of a way to die.
Darkness claimed her.
She expected oblivion.Instead, she opened her eyes into nothingness.
A pitch-black void stretched infinitely in all directions—not cold, not warm, not comforting, not hostile. Simply… there.
Evelyn floated weightlessly, her form reduced to a soft silhouette of pale blue light. She was no longer flesh. No heartbeat. No pain.
Just… soul.
"Well done, Doctor."
She turned. A presence manifested beside her—no shape, no color, just a vast pressure, like a star trying to fit inside a human word. When it spoke, its voice carried the warmth of a father, the amusement of a jester, and the echo of infinity.
"I have watched your life with great interest," the entity said. "You saved many. Devoted yourself thoroughly. Lived brilliantly."
Evelyn stared in stunned silence."…Am I dead?"
"Yes."
"Oh." She paused. "…Well, that sucks."
The god laughed—an endless ripple spreading across the void.
"To show gratitude, I am offering you reincarnation. With benefits."
In front of Evelyn, a massive glowing game menu materialized.Panels. Stats. Traits. Tabs. A point counter blinking at the top.
AVAILABLE POINTS: 9,755
Her jaw dropped.
"Points," the god explained cheerfully, "are the karmic sum of your achievements."
A list unfolded:
Saved 3,000 lives: +5000
Academic mastery (HS, Uni, Med School): +1000
Two doctorates: +2000
Lived 50 years: +500
Lesbian: +50"Wait, what?""I like rewarding authenticity," the god said.
Died single: +5"Wow. Harsh."
Died saving a child: +200
PhD in Physics: +500
PhD in Medicine: +500
Master-level pianist: +150
Her eyes glittered.
9,755 points.
Almost ten thousand.
"…Oh my god," she whispered. "It's time to min-max."
The first category opened: Class Selection.
Eleven choices hovered before her:
Warrior
Assassin
Healer
Mage
Monk
Archer
Artificer
Barbarian
Paladin
Bard
Druid
It wasn't even a contest.
Evelyn tapped Mage.
CLASS SELECTED: MAGE — COST: 1000You gain magical energy, spellcasting ability, and beginner spell knowledge.
She exhaled. Good. Perfect.
Next: Talents.
The god watched, amused, as she scrolled with surgical precision.
She selected each one instantly:
Essence of the Archmage — 2000Pure mastery in all magic.
Essence of the Artificer — 1500Creation of magic tools, enchantments, runes.
Essence of the Alchemist — 1500Perfect understanding of potions, magical ingredients, reactions.
Ageless Immortality — 250Forever young. Eternal life unless killed.
System Storage — 1000Infinite inventory. Endless convenience.
Essence of Magic — 1500Colossal reserves of mana and perfect control.
Eye of Insight — 300Perception beyond mortals—magic, matter, weak points, truth.
God of Knowledge — 350Eidetic memory. IQ 200+. Hyper-learning. Speed reading.
Essence of the Elemental — 450Absolute control of fire, wind, earth, water, lightning.Ability to shift into elements instinctively.
Her points shrank rapidly.
The final purchase appeared almost greedily:
Perfect Mental Defense — Remaining PointsIndestructible mind.Unbreakable will.Ability to shatter others' defenses with effort.Psychic mastery.
When she was done, her point counter blinked 0.
She grinned.
Her build was absurd.Broken.Completely unfair.
She loved it.
"I submit my stats," she said proudly.
The god's laughter shook the void.
"Overpowered, ambitious, curious… you will do excellently. And yes"—his tone shifted, almost conspiratorial—"I will reincarnate you as someone who can unquestionably learn magic."
Evelyn hesitated."If it's not too much trouble… could I be reborn as someone important? Someone who matters?"
The god smiled, though he had no face.
"My dear, you will be reincarnated as someone quite important."
A snap echoed through the void.
Her soul erupted into radiant energy, dissolving and streaming into a whirlpool of light. Her consciousness faded, pulled toward a distant world filled with monsters, destiny, and magic far older than humankind.
The last thing she heard was the god's voice:
"Welcome to your new life."
And Evelyn Carter was no more.
Only the Archmage-to-be, reincarnating into a world where chaos walked on two legs…
…a world called the Continent.