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After the flash of light engulfed me, I expected something familiar. Instead, I found myself in a void of perfect white, featureless and endless, like standing inside a blank page.
I was floating, weightless. My body felt strange. Lighter. Did I cry?
"Well, if it isn't my loser protag."
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. A figure materialized before me – a woman, white hair, green eyes, draped in a cloak of stars. She looked down at me the way you'd look at a piece of gum stuck to your shoe.
"I only showed up since you kept bitching and crying for days. And then you somehow second triggered."
Memories flooded my mind.
I died. I was recruited by some multiversal organization and was given isekai powers. Pretty normal stuff. In fact, more normal than spending eons in the Backrooms and then creating your benefactor from scratch only for a lot , and i mean a lot, of complications along the way. But I'm getting sidetracked.
I went into Worm with Paramount as a power , a power that granted lots of other powers. Only for my power to get stolen by another 'gamer'.
The worst complication was the Kill Order, especially for the fact that the useless PRT didn't care about race supremacists holding power and territory. That included the Neo‑Nazis of the Empire and the Asian supremacists of the ABB. And all the crimes and human trafficking.
So anyway, those super‑costumed pigs and the 'reformed' Undersiders – who were all charmed by said Gamer!Taylor who apparently had a harem – they all ambushed me. And then Taylor took my powers for the greater good.
Oh, and then I got shot by Dragon who "had to follow the law."
Anyway, I found myself in Young Justice and got my butt handed by Young Justice , the team, again. Apparently, the Drawbacks carried through worlds.
I got a life sentence on Belle Reve while my powers were kept in a collar. It was worse than at school because the bullies were twice my size. And since I was a loner, they… I used a power to summon Wolverine claws against a mutant who took cobra venom. And now I was in solitary confinement.
I guess I had a mental breakdown. And now I found a version of Lady. Not the Tulpa I created. A genuine version of her. Looking at me like trash.
"Oh yeah." I said, feeling my powers, they were in here, but they were weakened now. "Sorry, I wasn't following."
"Huh." She groaned. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't leave you."
"None." I said. "If I were to die again, is there a chance I would go home?"
"Let's see? Hell~." She said mockingly. "The Drawback transplants the sins into your soul. So hell is your only option."
She summoned a rectangular door, golden.
"Oh, don't worry. Your soul will be collected as an asset. You might be summoned as an imp by a more interesting protagonist."
"Okay," I said, looking around the featureless white void.
"You are proving my point, Nobody." She said the last word in Arabic. Damn. So she even knew that.
For context, kids picked on me due to odd manner of speech and started using "Nobody" as an insult until it became a name for me. Yeah. Fuck them all.
She vanished. The door disappeared. I was left alone in this void, floating in silence.
Another figure emerged.
He was tall, pale, with dark hair and eyes that held the same weigh as mine. He wore a simple black coat. He looked tired, those eyes, the same loneliness I hold.
"I am Dream of the Endless," he said.
"What happened to the other me?"
"His soul has merged with yours. His power and his tortured mind destroyed him."
I felt… bad. The fragment, the feelings he had. He was me. And yet, he carried this sorrow , not the one fermented through eons, but one that was the same. The same loneliness. The same rejection. The same hatred.
"Are you there to mock me too?" I asked.
"My purpose is to find the entity who crossed the Source Wall. One who carries a dream so vast and yet wrapped in chains. You hid from her out of instinct, but no Dream can escape mine."
"Oh."
"Your other self… his name being…"
"Safar," I interrupted him. "Call him… me. Safar."
We were both one and the same. This name sufficed.
"He had the dream to be a hero," Dream said. "But now I came to ask you a question. Shall you carry his dreams?"
The faces of Zacharie and Anwar. Hakuno, Archer, Delmas....
Uhhh.
"Yes. I shall save this world," I said.
"Their company has taken over many worlds. If you can free even one, it is already a miracle."
I found myself staring at a sheet of paper.