"Dreams of a New World"

Everything was still.

Shin'ō floated in a void of darkness, his body numb and weightless. Images flickered across the void—his life flashed before him. Everything, the laughs he shared with his friends, his childhood to the very last moment before the truck’s headlights filled his vision.

S<thinks>

Ahhh~~ Such a boring story. Fifteen years of nothing. Finally… I’m free~ to start again~.

His eyes opened.

The sky above was violet, with strange constellations moving like clockwork. The air buzzed faintly with magic. He was lying in a grassy field, unfamiliar trees swaying under a wind that carried whispers of something powerful.

Shin'ō sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings.

“...It happened. An actual Isekai? Bro, what the hell?” he muttered to himself, trying not to grin. “Guess I already know what I’m supposed to do.”

Elsewhere… in a distant realm…

A throne room—dark, cold, and massive.

The Demon King towered above his minions, claws twitching. “Another foolish adventurer has come to die!”

From the shadows stepped Shin'ō, now dressed in black and deep red battle gear, eyes glowing faintly with chaotic energy.

“Nuh uh, lil bro,” he replied, smiling.

A blur. A strike. One flash later, the Demon King lay shattered across the floor.

He kept moving.

World after world, Shin'ō fought, learned, adapted. Some worlds welcomed him, and he studied peacefully, gathering power like a scholar. In others, he was hunted—and hunted back. He stole magic, copied skills, absorbed abilities. From cursed swords to forgotten runes to the secrets of gods, Shin'ō claimed everything.

He died. Many times. Horribly.

But every death brought him back, smarter, stronger, more determined.

He challenged kings. He fought beings who claimed to be creators. He faced monsters who ate reality. And he stood above them all.

And still… he wasn’t done.

He could’ve ruled. He could’ve destroyed. But he chose not to. He waited.

For the right moment.

Back in the old world… the day after the "Escape"...

The four remaining boys stood in a quiet park, the sun rising behind them.

B> Sooo, where did you hide the body?

A> I ain’t telling anyone. But it’s somewhere safe.

J> Well, now what?

H> …We wait. For him.

A> He could come back tomorrow. Or a year from now. Or never.

B> Then we train. Until he does.

Everyone> YEAH!!!

Time passed.

They trained in secret. Broke their limits. Learned what they could in this powerless world. But what they wanted wasn’t just strength—they wanted meaning. Their old lives were dull. Predictable. Safe.

Now they had chosen something different.

They were waiting for the story to start.

Somewhere… in a world on the edge of collapse…

A tall figure stood alone in front of a swirling crack in the sky. His cloak fluttered in the wind, covered in sigils. His presence bent the air around him.

From his open palm, a small purple flame danced into existence.

Shin'ō stared at the crack, smirking.

He clenched his fist, extinguishing the flame.

S> It's finally time.

Here I come…

"Dreams of a new world."

With POWER.