I wasn't born powerful.
I wasn't chosen, summoned, blessed, or cursed.
I earned everything.
The strength. The speed. The fire in my chest that made stars look dim.
I bled for every upgrade. Every kill. Every level.
And when the world was collapsing, they turned to me.
Not because I was their hero.
But because no one else was left.
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The machines called me Redline.
The gods called me Error.
My friends just called me Kane.
And once, long ago, my little brother called me a cheater.
He wasn't wrong.
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I found a system in the wreckage of Earth 9.
Not a game system. A real one.
Ancient. Alien. Alive.
It bonded to me like it had been waiting.
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[POTENTIAL: LIMITLESS]
I didn't question it.
I took everything.
Teleportation. Quantum manipulation. Psychic overclocking. Reality injection.
By year three, I could punch holes through moons.
By year five, I could rewrite gravity with a thought.
By year seven… I was the only one still human.
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I fought angels made of light and memory.
Demons born from forgotten universes.
I killed a god that bled black holes.
People started carving my name into time capsules like I was a constant.
But I never smiled.
Because..