The man did not panic.
In the dimly lit room, with cracked walls and a ceiling that had long surrendered to time, he sat quietly as the translucent panel hovered before him. While the world outside spiraled into chaos, a calm smile slowly formed on his face.
His name was Noah Travis.
An orphan.
A survivor.
A man whose life had crossed too many worlds to still be surprised by miracles.
Noah's story did not begin here.
He was originally born in a world called Moonstar—a distant planet beneath twin lights in the sky. Life there had been harsh. Short. Unforgiving. He died young, carrying little more than regret and unanswered questions.
Death did not end him.
Instead, his soul was pulled across the void and transmigrated into another world—Atlas.
Not as a newborn. Not even as himself.
The people of Atlas had summoned him to take over the body of another, a desperate act meant to save a world teetering on annihilation. Wearing flesh that was not his own, Noah became their hero. Not through destiny, but through survival.
And he succeeded.
Atlas was saved.
Then he died again.
This time, fate did something different.
No transmigration.
No borrowed body.
Noah was reborn—as a child, crying under a gray sky, on a planet called Earth. The Earth humans knew. The Earth of cities, governments, technology, and limits.
He grew up here.
Lived quietly.
Watched the world.
Until the day Earth awakened.
The system descended. Evolution began. And Noah—now older, sharper, and carrying memories of multiple lives—received his ability.
D-rank. Clone.
People laughed.
They pitied him.
They wrote him off.
But Noah did not fail.
Using the combat instincts, tactical knowledge, and battle-hardened experience he had gained in Atlas, he refined his ability beyond expectations. Even with a mere D-rank talent, he rose—step by step—until he stood among the strongest.
Not within the top five.
But firmly within the top ten.
A recognized powerhouse.
Then Earth was destroyed.
Civilization fell.
And when Noah believed the story had finally reached its end—
Time reversed.
Now, he was back.
Eighteen years old.
Sitting in the same shabby house.
On Earth.
Noah stared at the floating panel, his smile widening just a fraction.
'My life really is absurd,' he thought. 'But this time… I won't waste it.'
The universal awakening proceeded.
All humans. All creatures.
Noah steadied himself. He already knew what he was meant to receive. A familiar path. A known result.
The panel shifted.
(Awakening in progress.)
(Name: Noah Travis)
(Age: 18)
(Talent Rank: D)
(Ability: Clone)
'So it begins again,' he thought calmly.
Then—
The interface trembled.
(Error.)
(Error.)
Symbols distorted. Text overlapped. The panel flickered violently.
(Clarifying…)
The screen refreshed.
(Ability Rank: Unknown)
(Ability: Supreme Clone)
Noah's breath caught.
Before he could process the change, the panel fractured—shattering into streams of light.
Another presence emerged.
[System online.]
[Host detected.]
[Analyzing host.]
[Host match confirmed.]
A sharp pressure brushed against his consciousness, then vanished.
[Host Status:]
[Name: Noah Travis]
[Age: 18]
[Talent Rank: Unknown]
[Physique: 10]
[Will: 20]
[Spirit: 3]
Note Average Physique: 10Average Will: 10
Average Spirit: 1
Noah frowned.
He spoke aloud, his voice steady.
"System."
[What may I do for you, Host?]
"Are you the system?" he asked. "The world system?"
[Negative.]
[I am the manifestation of your ability—Supreme Clone.]
[After analyzing the host's memories, this form was determined to be the most suitable manifestation.]
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Then what is your main objective?"
The answer came without hesitation.
[Objective not set.]
Silence reclaimed the room.