The First Transmigrat

I saw the last of them die.

A child with a broken arm. A woman who whispered prayers to a god that no longer answered. A man who tried to fight even as his bones turned to dust.

They died quietly.

Not with screams, but with sighs.

I watched from the edge of the forest, their faint soul-lights flickering, then fading.

And I… closed my eyes.

I let silence settle over me like snow.

For a while, I did nothing.

I mourned them in my own way—still and unmoving. I had shared fire with them. Traded words. Laughed once or twice. I had seen the light in their eyes.

Now there was nothing.

And yet—I was still here.

The leech floated beside my soul, its form silent and slow. I glanced at it.

I didn't care what it was anymore. Parasite. Weapon. Curse.

I didn't want to die.

Not now.

Not like this.

So I kept living.

Time passed.

Not in days, but in eras.

I devoured cores. Hundreds of thousands. Beast cores, aberrant cores, fragmented soul shards. Whatever I found—I took.

I walked paths of blood.

I stepped over bones.

Everywhere I went, I left behind silence.

But I lived.

And with every core devoured, my soul stabilized further. It became harder. Denser. Sharper.

I touched the leech one day.

It was cold.

But not hostile.

It didn't resist me. It couldn't move away either. It was part of me now. Bound like a second heart.

Symbiotic.

And slowly… I began to shape it.

It grew when I grew. Shrunk when I willed it. It pulsed with my heartbeat. When I devoured souls, it fed with me. A soulbound weapon? Or something more?

I didn't know.

But I was no longer alone.

Then I found it.

A creature the size of a mountain. Like a serpent with spider limbs—its body coiled around a lake of glass. It saw me.

And ignored me.

It was dying.

Like most of the anomalous beings now.

Their numbers were thinning. The world itself was rejecting them. They didn't belong here anymore. This world had begun to heal.

I didn't kill them.

The world did.

I simply harvested the remains.

And with every dying anomaly, my authority over the fragment grew.

It rose like a tide.

I was now just beneath the Deer's control.

One more step.

Just one more.

Then…

I would own this world.

The leech grew longer.

The Lumen Core manifested—glowing, humming—and merged with my soul.

Not like the leech. This wasn't symbiotic. It wasn't floating beside me.

It became a center, an anchor. A second soul within my soul. A seed of power.

It turned blue. Then green. Then white.

Stabilizing me completely.

And for the first time in years…

I didn't feel like I was fading.

I felt real.

I laughed.

Goddamn it—I really was the main character.

The world had changed.

The Endless Forest had found an end.

Its borders reached far, the size of a great empire—Russia, if I remember Earth right. New terrains began forming. Hills. Rivers. Ruins I didn't recognize.

Life returned.

Not humans. Not yet.

But plants. Insects. Birds.

Beasts born of the new cycle, untouched by corruption.

The sky remained cracked—no longer bleeding. Seasons came. Rain. Frost. Sun.

And I?

I could teleport at will.

Command the forest's laws.

Heal the trees with thought.

Even exit.

Because one day, the world reached its final step:

It attached itself to me.

A last surge of energy, a violent attempt to assimilate me. To bind me to this realm permanently. To make me its god or its sacrifice.

It tried to destroy my consciousness.

And would have succeeded—

If not for the panel.

That damned, floating, silent group chat panel.

The one that had first brought me here.

It shimmered into existence.

Its presence alone was enough to interrupt the world's will.

And just like that… the world stopped.

The process reversed.

The realm condensed.

Like it understood it couldn't consume me.

It folded in on itself—

—and became a seed.

A tiny, glowing seed suspended in my soul. Not gone. Just… waiting.

The group panel didn't say anything.

Didn't update.

Didn't ping.

It just… hovered for a moment, then disappeared again.

But I knew what it meant.

I had survived the forest.

I stepped into the new world.

A wind greeted me.

Not like the dead breeze of the fragment. This wind carried scents. Sand. Soil. Smoke. Sweat.

Life.

I had left the pocket world.

I was back in the true realm.

And suddenly… my power was limited.

Dampened.

I felt the difference immediately. The pressure of real laws. The rejection of a being too foreign.

I checked the seed world—my forest.

Night.

Still.

[ Day 4000 ]

Four thousand days had passed.

I had survived.

I had changed.

But something told me—

This new world wouldn't welcome me.

Not as I am.

I saw the last of them die.

A child with a broken arm. A woman who whispered prayers to a god that no longer answered. A man who tried to fight even as his bones turned to dust.

They died quietly.

Not with screams, but with sighs.

I watched from the edge of the forest, their faint soul-lights flickering, then fading.

And I… closed my eyes.

I let silence settle over me like snow.

For a while, I did nothing.

I mourned them in my own way—still and unmoving. I had shared fire with them. Traded words. Laughed once or twice. I had seen the light in their eyes.

Now there was nothing.

And yet—I was still here.

The leech floated beside my soul, its form silent and slow. I glanced at it.

I didn't care what it was anymore. Parasite. Weapon. Curse.

I didn't want to die.

Not now.

Not like this.

So I kept living.

Time passed.

Not in days, but in eras.

I devoured cores. Hundreds of thousands. Beast cores, aberrant cores, fragmented soul shards. Whatever I found—I took.

I walked paths of blood.

I stepped over bones.

Everywhere I went, I left behind silence.

But I lived.

And with every core devoured, my soul stabilized further. It became harder. Denser. Sharper.

I touched the leech one day.

It was cold.

But not hostile.

It didn't resist me. It couldn't move away either. It was part of me now. Bound like a second heart.

Symbiotic.

And slowly… I began to shape it.

It grew when I grew. Shrunk when I willed it. It pulsed with my heartbeat. When I devoured souls, it fed with me. A soulbound weapon? Or something more?

I didn't know.

But I was no longer alone.

Then I found it.

A creature the size of a mountain. Like a serpent with spider limbs—its body coiled around a lake of glass. It saw me.

And ignored me.

It was dying.

Like most of the anomalous beings now.

Their numbers were thinning. The world itself was rejecting them. They didn't belong here anymore. This world had begun to heal.

I didn't kill them.

The world did.

I simply harvested the remains.

And with every dying anomaly, my authority over the fragment grew.

It rose like a tide.

I was now just beneath the Deer's control.

One more step.

Just one more.

Then…

I would own this world.

The leech grew longer.

The Lumen Core manifested—glowing, humming—and merged with my soul.

Not like the leech. This wasn't symbiotic. It wasn't floating beside me.

It became a center, an anchor. A second soul within my soul. A seed of power.

It turned blue. Then green. Then white.

Stabilizing me completely.

And for the first time in years…

I didn't feel like I was fading.

I felt real.

I laughed.

Goddamn it—I really was the main character.

The world had changed.

The Endless Forest had found an end.

Its borders reached far, the size of a great empire—Russia, if I remember Earth right. New terrains began forming. Hills. Rivers. Ruins I didn't recognize.

Life returned.

Not humans. Not yet.

But plants. Insects. Birds.

Beasts born of the new cycle, untouched by corruption.

The sky remained cracked—no longer bleeding. Seasons came. Rain. Frost. Sun.

And I?

I could teleport at will.

Command the forest's laws.

Heal the trees with thought.

Even exit.

Because one day, the world reached its final step:

It attached itself to me.

A last surge of energy, a violent attempt to assimilate me. To bind me to this realm permanently. To make me its god or its sacrifice.

It tried to destroy my consciousness.

And would have succeeded—

If not for the panel.

That damned, floating, silent group chat panel.

The one that had first brought me here.

It shimmered into existence.

Its presence alone was enough to interrupt the world's will.

And just like that… the world stopped.

The process reversed.

The realm condensed.

Like it understood it couldn't consume me.

It folded in on itself—

—and became a seed.

A tiny, glowing seed suspended in my soul. Not gone. Just… waiting.

The group panel didn't say anything.

Didn't update.

Didn't ping.

It just… hovered for a moment, then disappeared again.

But I knew what it meant.

I had survived the forest.

I stepped into the new world.

A wind greeted me.

Not like the dead breeze of the fragment. This wind carried scents. Sand. Soil. Smoke. Sweat.

Life.

I had left the pocket world.

I was back in the true realm.

And suddenly… my power was limited.

Dampened.

I felt the difference immediately. The pressure of real laws. The rejection of a being too foreign.

I checked the seed world—my forest.

Night.

Still.

[ Day 4000 ]

Four thousand days had passed.

I had survived.

I had changed.

But something told me—

This new world wouldn't welcome me.

Not as I am.