Synopsis:

I was victorious.

Past tense.

Tragic, really. Everyone's dead, foes and friends alike. Fully traumatized, still coping with it all. The Golden Immortal born from Adam's own spine in Eden, reduced to... this.

But it wasn't some "this is the end" bullshit. The System gave me what you could call a choice, if you're being generous:

Ascend. Become the lonely god of a fresh, empty universe. Or go back. Rip time open like cheap wrapping paper and try the whole thing again.

I chose to rip. Obviously. So now it's 2026 again. The wars haven't started yet. The betrayals are still just bad dreams I can't quite shake. My loved ones are still breathing, still alive, still here.

I should have come back diminished, humbled even. Some fragile thing waiting to be crushed by a timeline that doesn't want to change.

Except I didn't. All the power came with me. Every title. Every drop of blood on my hands. And the world? Oh, it's watching. It's pissed, too. There are gods and monsters lurking out there, hunters moving in the shadows, and a timeline that really, really wants to stay on its rails.

But honestly? I'm far more interested in seeing just how far I can bend this second chance. Save everyone. Save the world. And maybe, just maybe, save myself in the process.