Darkness.
Not the gentle kind that invites sleep.
Not the quiet stillness of a moonless night.
This was something far more absolute—a suffocating abyss where even the concept of existence seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
No light.No sound.No sense of time.
And yet…
He was aware.
A thought emerged, slow and heavy, like something forcing itself through layers of oblivion.
"…This isn't death."
Then—
A crack.
A disturbance in the void.
Sound seeped in, distorted and distant, like voices echoing through deep water.
"…another abandoned child…"
"…and this one too… what kind of parents leave infants like this…"
Warmth followed.
Rough hands.
Aged. Calloused. Human.
And then—
Pain.
Air rushed into his lungs like fire tearing through his chest.
A sharp, instinctive cry escaped his throat.
Weak.
Powerless.
Helpless.
But his mind—
Was none of those things.
"So it's real."
Memories surged violently, crashing into his consciousness like a tidal wave.
A different world.
Towering buildings of glass and steel.
Endless artificial lights.
Nights spent consuming stories—worlds beyond imagination.
And among them—
One stood above the rest.
The world of Black Clover.
The crying stopped.
Too abruptly.
Too deliberately.
The old man holding him stiffened slightly.
"…this one… he stopped crying already?"
But the infant's eyes—
Were not the eyes of a newborn.
They were sharp.
Focused.
Observing.
Calculating.
Stone walls, cracked and weathered by time.
A sagging wooden ceiling.
Faint candlelight struggling against the surrounding darkness.
A poor, forgotten church.
Recognition came instantly.
"Hage Village."
His gaze shifted slowly, carefully, as if even this fragile body obeyed his will with precision.
Beside him…
Another child lay quietly.
Silent.
Still.
Golden eyes open—yet devoid of the chaotic panic expected from an infant.
There was a strange calmness to him.
An unnatural composure.
"…Yuno."
Yuno
The realization settled without shock.
Without disbelief.
Only clarity.
"If he's here…"
His tiny fingers curled instinctively.
Weak flesh.
Fragile bones.
"…then I am…"
Asta
Silence filled his mind.
Not confusion.
Not panic.
Calculation.
Cold.
Precise.
"No magic."
"Lowest status."
"A future built on struggle… humiliation… and desperate effort."
A pause.
Then—
A subtle shift.
"…Only if I follow that path."
Something changed within him.
Not emotion.
Not instinct.
Intent.
"I know this world."
"Every major event."
"Every hidden threat."
"Every opportunity."
The flickering candle cast shifting shadows across the room, as if reacting to the silent awakening of something unnatural.
"So why… would I struggle?"
Deep within his consciousness—
Something stirred.
A ripple.
A fracture in reality itself.
Darkness shattered.
And suddenly—
He stood elsewhere.
An endless white expanse stretched in all directions.
No ground.
No sky.
Just infinite stillness.
And in front of him—
A figure.
Relaxed posture.
Unassuming presence.
Yet…
The air itself seemed to revolve around him.
Goku
"Yo."
No fear.
No hesitation.
The newborn mind analyzed instantly.
"So this is one of my advantages."
His voice—though not physical—was calm, controlled, and unnervingly composed.
"You're my training system."
Goku scratched the back of his head, grinning.
"Well… something like that."
Silence lingered briefly.
Then—
A question.
Sharp.
Direct.
"How strong can I become?"
For the first time—
Goku's expression shifted.
Not playful.
Not casual.
Interested.
"That depends," he replied, his voice steady yet carrying an unspoken weight.
"On how far you're willing to go."
The words hung in the void.
Heavy.
Absolute.
Then—
Something deeper awakened.
His perception shifted.
Not outwardly.
But within.
His vision… evolved.
Ripples formed in the darkness of his mind.
Concentric circles expanding infinitely, as if containing the very essence of perception itself.
The Rinnegan.
Dormant.
Hidden.
Waiting.
And beneath it all—
His body.
Weak…
Yet fundamentally wrong.
Cells adapting.
Rewriting themselves.
Breaking invisible limits from the very moment of birth.
Saiyan physiology.
Goku blinked, then let out a low whistle.
"…okay, now that's new."
Back in the real world—
The infant had gone completely silent.
Too silent.
The old man frowned, unease creeping into his aged eyes.
"…this child… feels different…"
But that difference was something far beyond his understanding.
Inside—
A decision had already been made.
"I will not follow fate."
"I will not crawl for recognition."
"I will not struggle for scraps of power."
His gaze drifted once more toward Yuno.
A faint, almost imperceptible smirk formed within his consciousness.
"You'll grow strong."
A pause.
"Good."
Because strength…
Was only valuable—
When it could be surpassed.
Outside, the wind whispered through the broken edges of the church.
A quiet, almost reverent sound.
As if the world itself had sensed it.
The birth of something unnatural.
Not a hero.
Not a savior.
But something far more dangerous.
"I will take everything."
Power.
People.
Kingdoms.
Even fate itself.
And this time—
There would be no one left standing above him.
🔥 End of Chapter 1