"Dreams of a new world"

The entire realm felt gentle, peaceful and warm.

Soft light gathered at the top of the staircase, illuminating the young man where he sat.

He possessed six white feathered wings, pristine and unmoving, and a radiant golden halo rested above his head.

A flowing white robe draped over his form.

In his hands rested a book and quill.

He wrote calmly.

Each stroke of the quill echoed faintly through the empty place, as he continued writing.

Suddenly, he paused.

He was surprised by what he wrote.

For a moment, he simply stared at it. Then with an expression of surprise formed on his face. “Interesting.”

Everything was still.

Shin'ō floated in darkness, his soul numb and weightless. Images flickered across his mind, 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.

Shin'ō thinking as he watched everything. "Ah, Such a boring story. Fifteen years of nothing, being dead while living a lie. Now, finally… I’m free to start again."

His eyes opened.

The sky above was a mix of red and blue, 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? The Theory of Reincarnation worked! It's true!” he muttered to himself, trying not to grin. “Guess I already know what I’m supposed to do.”

A memory flashed in Shin'ō's mind. "The Theory of Reincarnation. My theory is that if someone is hit by a truck and they die on impact they are reincarnated! The conditions for this is that the death should be unexpected." Audaxor explained as he furiously drew diagrams and write calculations on a whiteboard. In front of him the other 4 sat and listened quietly. 

"But, this is just a theory. We don't have any proof that this works." Audaxor said dismissively.

"I'll do it. Test it on me." Shin'ō said, raising his hand.

Elsewhere… in a distant realm.

In a dark, cold, and massive throne room filled with bones of defeated adventures. The Demon King towered above his minions, claws twitching. He growled with rage. “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 magical energy.

“Nah, it's your time now.” he replied, smiling.

His form blurred, he appeared behind the Demon King's neck with lightning speed. He swinged his sword, The Demon King blocked without even looking. Red magic clashed with white light as the strike tore through everything.

The Demon King's head lay sliced onto the floor, blood everywhere.

He kept moving.

Conquering one world wasn't enough. He wanted more. 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 he 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 to another world.

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 claimed and conquered all types of magic from a uncountable number of worlds.

He waited for or the right moment.

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

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

Bezkon asked Audaxor. "Sooo, where did you hide the body?"

Audaxor with a straight and dry reply said. "I ain’t telling anyone. But it’s somewhere safe."

"Well, now what do we do?" Jovino asked, worried.

"…We wait. For him." Helwin said, calm but firm.

"He could come back tomorrow. Or a year from now. Or never." Audaxor added.

Bezkon with a sense of ambition said. "Then we should train. Until he does."

"Alright, now everyone split up and resume your daily lives. And train." Said Helwin, ending the short meeting.

Time passed.

They trained physically and mentally, 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. Everyone was bored in this life, the person who was suffering the most from this boredom was Shin'ō, who is now free.

Now, they had chosen something different.

They were waiting for the story to start. 

Waiting for him to come back.

Somewhere… in a world on the edge of collapse the sky was deep violet with distant stars sparkling in every direction. A tall figure stood alone in the center of destroyed planet. In those floating shards of rocks inside the shattered planet, he stood in front of a swirling crack in the sky. His black cloak fluttered in the turbulent 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.

He, with a deep and determined voice said. "It's finally time. Here I come… "Dreams of a new world."With POWER."