The last thing Nova remembered was the cold steel sinking into his chest. Betrayal. Pain. Darkness. And then… nothing.
When his eyes finally opened, he was staring at the ceiling of a room he hadn't seen in years. Sunlight streamed through the wooden beams, warm and golden, filling the space with life. Nova's heart raced, confusion and disbelief gnawing at him. Everything smelled… alive.
Alive.
He sat up abruptly, expecting the ache of death, but there was none. No pain, no wounds. He looked at his hands — steady, strong, unscarred. His chest heaved with a rhythm that belonged to the living.
It couldn't be real.
The cracked mirror in the corner told a different story. His reflection: younger, stronger, sharper. The years lost to betrayal, ambition, and blood were gone. Nova's soul had returned to a body he once knew, yet carried the weight of every lesson, every scar from his previous life.
He inhaled deeply. Power thrummed within him. Something… unnatural, something the world should not allow. The invincible core he had fought so hard to awaken in his past life had returned. This time, fully his. Unstoppable.
Memories came rushing back — the names of traitors, the faces of those who had sent him to the grave. They would pay. But vengeance would wait. First, the world itself demanded reckoning. Nova had a second chance, and this time, he would not waste it.
He rose, letting the sunlight wash over him. His body felt different — stronger, faster, attuned to every whisper of energy around him. The invincible core was not just power. It was clarity, perception, insight beyond human limits. He had glimpsed the future once, through pain and death. Now, he could see possibilities before they even unfolded.
The small room was quiet, but Nova's mind raced with strategy. Those who had wronged him were out there, building empires, underestimating the boy who would soon rise stronger than ever. Every move he had made in his previous life could be redone, perfected. This time, no one would survive his wrath.
But raw power alone would not be enough to dominate a world teeming with conspiracy, betrayal, and greed. Nova needed knowledge, allies, and timing. The past offered lessons; the present, opportunity; and the future… absolute dominance.
He opened the door. Morning air rushed in, carrying the scent of forests and the distant city beyond. People bustled along the streets, unaware of the storm silently awakening among them. One life had been given back to him, but it was not a gift — it was a weapon. And Nova intended to wield it with precision.
Memories of failure and victory intertwined in his mind. Friends who betrayed him, enemies underestimated, moments of weakness that had cost him everything — all would fuel the fire within. He clenched his fists. A flame burned brighter than any blade in his chest. He would not squander this second chance. Every step, every breath, every heartbeat would be calculated.
Nova's eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon. The world might not yet know his name, but soon… they would. Power, strategy, and an unbreakable will would carve his path. Rebirth had granted him strength, yes, but it had also granted him choice. And for the first time, he would decide not just how to live — but how the world would remember him.
And so, with a final deep breath, Nova stepped forward. The journey had begun.