Meddling The Omniverse

Time: Unknown, Location: Unknown

A man stood in awe on a floating rock amidst the vast expanse of space, surveying his surroundings to unravel his mysterious circumstances. 

Suddenly, memories surged forth, replaying in his mind like a biography film, unfolding and filling his mind with memories and details.

Among his new memories, he retraced his past life as a man born in a privileged family, who also developed decent intellect due to his family's upbringing.

He Graduated college with an engineering degree and ascended to the position of head engineer at a branch of an international company with high chances of promotion and further success. 

Yet, his true passion lay in the realm of fiction. His heart resonated with animated stories/shows, cinematic masterpieces, novels, immersive games, and many more.

He remembers he was naturally introverted, navigating social activities with a hidden reluctance since he found it obstructing him from his hobbies. 

despite his reserved nature, others around him perceived his introversion as a composed and reliable exterior.

His looks are above average but he makes up for it with his approachable demeanor. 

Unbeknownst to him, his fusion of passion for hobbies and personable nature made others view him as nerdy yet also endearing because he could click with many people over their shared interests. 

at work, his efficiency was unparalleled. to the point that many first mistaken him as a workaholic. His responsible attitude and strong work ethic ensured that colleagues' and superiors' trust in him didn't go to waste.

His latest or most recent memory was of attending a matchmaking party since now he has a good income and is free from constraints. 

As the man delved deeper into the memories surrounding that matchmaking party, a voice seemingly born from the space intervened.

"Welcome my boy!"

The voice jolted his senses, abruptly interrupting his deep contemplation. He pivoted to search the origin of those words, yet he found no one nor thing that indicates its source. 

Instead of panicking, the man stood there unfazed. an unspoken intuition within him assured him that the voice harbored no malicious intent. 

"You are remarkably composed." the voice remarked.

"Any manner of excessive reaction yields no fruitful outcome. I discern no harm borne from my slumber." The man replied, his tone carried a neutral tone, reminiscent of how scientists discussed their experiments, as though he were an observer of epochs long past.

"Oh good. Looks like it has succeeded, though your manner of speech has been temporarily altered."

"Forgive me," the man interjected, "this self a man named…" He began to introduce himself but then was seized by a profound realization.

I don't remember my name! These memories, all of them lack names! all the people I see have identities such as coworker A and friend B, but they don't have names! uncertainty unfurled before him.

"Could these memories have been tampered with?" he wondered aloud, now wavering at the authenticity of these memories.

"Ahem… I'm aware you've noticed a concern regarding your 'identity', but let's move on so I can explain your current situation." The voice interjected, halting his spiraling chain of self-doubt. 

"Forgive me for my unresponsiveness." The man said, finding his verbosity somewhat excessive, he hoped his speech patterns would get better over time.

"Very Well," the voice continued, adopting a more concise tone, " As an introduction, let me prepare for a moment." The voice fell into silence for a while.

The man noticed a subtle shift on the horizon, seconds later…

*BANG!* Radiant fireworks exploded across the empty skies "Congratulations! You are now a god! Yes, Like those from Mythos! I, as a fellow God, welcome you to godhood my friend." 

The man hearing this introduction can't help but gawk at his situation. Before he could say anything the voice continued, "I know you have many questions, and I will answer to the best of my abilities. However, let me remind you that I will refuse to answer any question that shouldn't be answered."

The man offered a conflicted look. The voice replied with silence, waiting for him to begin asking questions. 

The man realized he couldn't progress until he asked questions, with this, he could only ask, "First question, why do I have the memories of a specific individual?"

"Not going to ask who or what you are?" The voice questioned back.

"I have enough intelligence to realize that if I ask such questions, you will simply reply 'You are a god or deity'. There is also an intuition that tells me I am beyond human, instinctually."

Good. The voice complimented the man in his mind, "To keep it short, you were a deceased god, those memories of yours are a byproduct of our methods to revive you."

"May I inquire further for additional information?"

"Sure, all I can say is that the multiverse, or maybe the omniverse, is real, hence why you are here. There are countless worlds, and numerous powerful beings exist. You know those multiversal stories, it is essentially the same concept."

The man nodded in agreement.

"The multiverse has existed for such a long time that anything is possible. Many omnipotent beings bite the dust through various causes over time, and you're technically one of them. Sorry to be blunt but we found your corpse and analyzed it."

"That's tragic." The man chimed in.

"We found wisps of your soul with an attached divinity to it, your soul was moments away from dissipating, so the organization decided to fuse your last remaining wisps into a mortal's body. This would nourish, repair, and cultivate your soul back to completion, just like grafting in horticulture for plant or stem cell therapy for organs."

"Understood, I assume the intuition I mentioned earlier is my power or divinity?"

"Most likely, we can find out more later."

"Then this self will inquire about the fate of my mortal's cocoon?" the man continued

"Why ask such questions?"

"It is not fair for my existence to cause grave effects and consequences on that mortal's life. That person bears no guilt in your grand plan; his body and soul are tied by fate to many loved ones. I feel guilty for the sadness my disappearance will cause in their hearts."

"You don't have to worry. I'll show you something." The voice's words were followed by a gigantic hologram that appeared in the skies.

In it, a video of a wedding ceremony played, Though not grand, it is lovely enough. The man immediately recognized that many of those attending the wedding were his friends and family. 

He then looked at the bride and groom and realized the one getting married was him—not his current self, but his version before he became a god. 

He noticed that the woman he was married to was top-notch. She had a lovely face and enticing curves in all the right places. She has a hint of nerdy charm, giving her the vibe of a hot librarian or lovely bookworm. The man, now a God, approved the woman his former self chose, she was a keeper.

"We fused your soul with someone who wasn't supposed to live long, your's was supposed to die a day after birth. Slipping you in allowed him to become who he is today"

The man raised his eyebrow, the voice spoke of this matter quite bluntly. 

"When we fuse your soul with a mortal's body, that mortal will become a version or an incarnation of you in that world, you can still feel a connection with him if you try, with this method you can inquire about the mortal's name, information, and such."

"So that human will be an avatar of me in that world?"

"Yes."

"Will my power as a god influence that mortal in any way?"

"Don't worry, our technique only alters that mortal's personality, that's why he has a vivid imagination and loves stories. It references the deceased god you once were."

The man/god continued, "Thank you, for another question. Why would a resurrection be necessary? This brings no benefits and only results in loss and waste."

"Aren't you supposed to be thanking us for actually reviving you?"

"I have enough experience to understand that the revival of a god is neither easy, cheap, nor simple. There must be a catch, a grand plan, and a reason for such a thing to be done."

"You're right, there are strings attached. Don't worry, we meant no harm to you and all of this is for the greater good."

The newly resurrected man/God gave the opposite party an analytical glare, the same given to suspicious strangers they had never met. 

"Now pardon my inquiry, but I noticed you mentioned you're not alone, is there a group or an organization behind you?"

"You don't need to know more right now, this is sufficient." the voice replied with finality.

He finally asked, "Are there any other powerful beings revived similarly to me?"

Inquisitive and sharp aren't you? the voice thought and smirked, since there was no face, no one could tell.

"There are more, I'll give you an insider scoop, we have done this a ridiculous number of times. Currently, we are still attempting to revive such beings, but only a few have succeeded, and even fewer were brought back completely functioning. Do not ask more; this is my limit."

"Then I will now ask how one is classified as a god or deity?"

"That classification can't be too specific due to the multitude of beings with different power systems. you don't need to know this right now; we will teach you later on."

The man/god looked confused and asked, "I question the divinity attached to me, what power is available in my arsenal, and how to use it?"

"We researched your remnant divinity. We can confirm you have an ability or power. We just can not tell you what your power is."

The man nodded in understanding that it was a dead end. "My next question is, what place is this rock I tread upon?"

"You understand that in many stories, powerful beings or gods have their realm or dimension. This one is from your old self when you were the aforementioned dead God. It was found with your corpse. Let me remind you that not all gods have places like this."

"I see, this might explain my unknown feeling of kinship with this place, as for why you are here in 'my realm', you revived me, I have nothing to hide."

"Understandable." The voice replied.

"Now who was this old self? More specifically, who was the god that was my previous self, it seems nonsensical if you found my corpse and dissipated soul by pure luck or chance ?"

"That's a secret, or more accurately confidential matter, we found some information from your previous grave and will tell you later when we deem you ready or worthy enough. Next question."

"What is my current name? not the name of the mortal, as you mentioned I can find that out myself."

"For that part, we don't know much, the only information we found indicates that your name is 'Seth', we don't even know if you have a last name or title here."

Upon hearing the name 'Seth', he felt a connection. The voice noticed his change, "You felt a connection to that name?"

The man answered, "I do feel a connection to that name, however, I feel like it is an incomplete name for me."

"Nice, let me tell you, To us, our names are also a representation of our soul and inner self. We don't choose our names; those names choose us. You can refer to them as your 'true name'. The name 'Seth' was all we could find, you feeling that way means this is your 'true name', but not your exact 'true name'." 

"Then this self can be called 'Seth'?"

"Yes, we can't just keep calling you something like 'the man' or 'he'."

"Now this should suffice for an introduction, it is time for us to begin your training, but first let's ensure you look fabulous." The voice's mood lightens, though a hint of trepidation lingered.

A giant mirror materialized in front of Seth, revealing his current appearance - A tall male (180-190 centimeters high), who appeared to be around 28 years old.

he possessed sharp eyes, and his hair was dark brown (almost black). He possesses slightly tanned skin, broad shoulders, and a lean yet muscular physique reminiscent of a professional swimmer. His face was pleasant, with a sharp jawline that bestowed upon him a confident appearance.

Yet his corneas are shaped like spiraling galaxies, a constant reminder that he is now above 'human'. he is only wearing a pair of pants to cover his private parts, though the question arose: Was he supposed to have private parts?

"Now there is so much to learn and uncover, so the organization will have someone to train you!" the voice beckoned.

Suddenly a soft poof resounded, and a cloud of smoke puffed out near Seth's location. From it, a floating ball donning a top hat emerged. It had no face but Held a sheet and a small figurine.

"I TOLD YOU THAT WE SHOULD WORK WITH…" The ball halted his sentence, realizing it was now in a different place.

"This person will be teaching you what you need to know about the inner workings of the multiverse." The voice explained.

The ball heard the voice, fixed its gaze on Seth, and then shouted, "WAIT!? I don't even…"

An angelic hand snatched the ball with a top hat, "Stay here and teach him the ropes, you ARE capable of teaching, albeit very, VERY uninterested!" The incorporeal hand forcefully slammed the ball back into the rock, forming a crater right next to Seth. 

"You're in good hands!" The voice answered Seth.

At that moment, Seth felt that this organization wasn't as majestic as it initially seemed.