Re Fate: Rewriting The Matrix
Chapter 1: The Chance to Rewrite
Cold. Not the kind that numbs, but the kind that devours—void of warmth, void of mercy. The chill seeps through my very soul, as if the universe itself has forsaken me.
Then—light. Not gentle, not guiding, but suffocating. It coils around me like a serpent, dragging me downward.
"Has my place in the heavens crumbled, casting me into the abyss?"
Yuk Minoru lies on the road, drenched in his own blood. His consciousness flickers, his body betrays him, and the last remnants of his senses fade into the void.
Darkness swallows him whole.
Yet, amidst the abyss, something stirs. A warmth—gentle, unfamiliar—blooms within his chest, shattering the bizarre emptiness that had taken root.
"So, you are the one..."
A voice emerges from the void, neither kind nor cruel, but steeped in something beyond comprehension.
"Fate truly is merciless to one such as you."
Yuk Minoru cannot move. He cannot see, he cannot feel. He has lost everything—except one sense. He can still hear. And each word spoken by the entity is a blade piercing into his soul.
"You have been given a chance to rewrite… but fate is too cruel to let you go unchained. Despite your will, despite your opportunity, the weight of destiny will remain a burden upon you."
A pause. Silence thickens the air.
"But you—one who dares to defy fate—perhaps you can break this cycle. Prove it to me, Yuk Minoru. From here on, the choice is yours. Until then… the sun sets on you once more."
The voice vanishes. The abyss consumes him again.
And then— shatter.
The cloak of darkness crumbles away, light floods his vision, and—
His eyes snap open.
"Was I… reborn?"
Main Palace of Van Lupus
Date: 14th March, 973
Archimania Continent, a realm where magic, aura, material arts, and power systems intertwine, where humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and other races walk side by side beneath the shadow of emperors and kings.
A child sat on the bed, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the pale stone walls of the palace. His small hands gripped the edge of the silken sheets, eyes filled with the burden of an ancient, forgotten soul. It had been one year—one full cycle of seasons since Eirik Van Lupus had come into existence. One year since fate had chosen him as its vessel, yet he still felt the dissonance between his past and present.
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Eirik had once been a man, vibrant and determined, a soul whose ambition stretched far beyond the confines of this world. Yet, fate had a cruel sense of irony. He had been reborn, not as a hero or king, but as a mere extra—a shadow in a tale whose threads were already woven. Transcarnated into the body of a talentless noble, bound by the invisible chains of a powerless lineage.
He was Eirik Van Lupus, the seventh child of the Van Lupus family, whose bloodline was said to possess untold power. Yet, in this new life, there was no power within him. No glimmer of talent, no spark of magic, no aura to call upon. Only limitations, endless and cruel.
A year had passed, and the weight of his situation gnawed at him like a shadow that refused to leave. His family, the great Van Lupus dynasty, was ruled by the monarchs of the continent—yet it was not his father’s legacy that would define him, nor his mother’s grace. His path, it seemed, was destined to be one of obscurity.
And yet, as he sat there in the dim glow, Eirik’s thoughts reached far beyond the palace walls. They stretched across the land, to the untold stories of five others whose lives would intersect with his own, like stars pulled into the gravity of a collapsing world.
There is Sera Nor Calestine, the Holy One, who carries the weight of a broken nation. Her past is soaked in betrayal—her family, the very ones who should have been her allies, had turned their back on her. A revolution stirs within her heart, a call to arms against the corrupt systems that betrayed her.
Then there is Kahil De Valoris, the legendary king. A hero of his time, now reincarnated after a thousand years, with vengeance burning in his veins. His soul had been torn asunder by betrayal, and now he seeks to reclaim what was lost, to punish those who wronged him and bring his kingdom back from the ashes.
Han La'Fang, the fallen prince, lies in the shadows of his past. Once heir to a great noble house, he had been cast aside, forgotten, and betrayed. Yet, in the depths of his despair, a new power awakens within him—his regressed self now seeks to find redemption, or perhaps vengeance. His eyes burn with the desire to right the wrongs done to him.
Eris La Crest, the villainess princess, misunderstood and maligned. Branded as an antagonist by the world, she bears the scars of a tragic past. But she will not be defined by the sins of others. She seeks redemption, to prove to herself and to the world that she is not what they claimed her to be.
And then… there is Kael Van Lupus, Eirik’s younger brother. A prodigy of unparalleled talent, destined to lead. But destiny is a cruel mistress. Kael’s brilliance would be his undoing, as he was betrayed by his own blood in a struggle for power. His death sent shockwaves through the Van Lupus family, and it would be Eirik’s misfortune to bear witness to it all.
These souls, bound by fate and shadow, would be drawn together in a revolution that none could have foreseen. Their paths, like rivers carved by the hands of gods, would meet at the crossroads of destiny. Each one driven by a singular purpose—to break free from the shackles of the systems that governed them, to rewrite the story of their lives, to reshape a world bound by powers beyond their control.
As Eirik sat there in the stillness of the room, his thoughts spiraled into a void of both despair and determination. He knew he was no hero, no shining knight destined to save the world. He was just a boy—reborn, powerless, and trapped in a body that could not even call upon the smallest glimmer of magic. But within him stirred something more profound than mere magic or strength.
It was the fire of revolution.
It was the fire of defiance.
It was the fire of a man who would not accept fate’s chains.
And so, Eirik’s gaze hardened, his resolve firming as the whispers of destiny pulled him into their grasp. He would help them—Sera, Kahil, Han, Eris, and Kael—whether they knew it or not. He would accelerate their success, help them rewrite their stories, but in doing so, he would rewrite his own fate. He would break free from the system that sought to bind him, shattering the limitations that had been placed upon him.
And when the time came, he would be the one to lead the revolution—not from the shadows, but in the light, burning brighter than all the stars above.
What will he do from now on?
Will he become one of the puppets of the system again?
Or will he break the chains and rewrite his fate?
Should we Continue?
