Synopsis
On the night he turned eighteen, a young man stood alone in a vast open field, knowing full well that his miserable existence was finally coming to an end.A life of being an orphan with no family, no friends, and nothing but endless suffering had taught him one brutal truth: if the afterlife didn’t offer reincarnation—real power, a real chance to matter—then his entire existence had been nothing but a cruel, sick joke.Yet, he stood there, finally acknowledged for the first time in his life… and it was by a group of thugs, their silhouettes dark against the sky.“Oh… this better be transmigration worthy.”He muttered with a wild smile.And those were the last words he ever spoke.CRRRRRACK!!!!The sky tore open with a deafening crack.HONKKKK!!!!Loud, distorted horns blared from above as massive trucks plummeted like an apocalyptic hail—rusted metal turcks twisting and free falling through the air.BOOOOM!!!Akasha stood frozen for a split second, his wild smile only widening in pure, absurd delight as one colossal rig hurtled straight toward him.KABOOOOOOOOOM!!!----Before he knew it, he drifted through an endless void for what felt like eons… or maybe only a few minutes.It was something he could truly never know as time meant nothing in the lightless abyss between one life and the next.Until a chime... followed by the voice of a beautiful woman shattered the silence.DING![Hello, Akasha!].....DING![Love, are you there?]....As Akasha floated there... a presence stirred in the void — one that was beyond ancient, intimate, and bound to the very core of his existence.It was not a system... but an ancient Spirit connected to him, one that had walked with him through his very miserable life, unseen, now finally speaking as if the curtains had been pulled back.In that moment... every truth that haunted him came to light.His life on Earth... it hadn't been a life at all.The last eighteen miserable years of his life had been nothing but an elaborate illusion cast by a Mother he had never once heard of or met.And now, before he was whisked away into true transmigration, the Spirit —the one being connected to this unknown Mother of his — left him with final words.[Love.... you will be able to choose the type of world you are born into, along with your race and all basic info you decide to choose.][You will also have three divine wishes, capable of granting whatever that you desire to start your life… so use them well.Courtesy of your benevolent Mother, of course.]And that day marked the beginning...The beginning of Akasha’s rise from the ashes, a broken orphan who wore a smile in his final moments, transforming into something beyond definition or understanding.A being shaped not to survive, but to conquer.In a verse where gods, demons, and horrors clash in endless wars across fractured realities, Akasha emerged—not as another desperate soul reborn, but as a presence whose very name made deities and monsters' alike tremble.----In the Land of Dreams, a figure knelt on bloodied knees, voice breaking with desperate fear.“L-Lord D-Dream… I wasn’t trying to sneak into D-Dream L…land! I swear—”But the words never had a chance to finish.In that moment, Akasha’s unseen presence appeared.... as though he had always been present.It was beyond heavy and suffocating, making even the very fabric of space warp and splinter.Then from the darkness, his calm yet chilling voice whispered....“Shhh… Just sleep tight… and don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
