> Whispers surrounded the bustling street...
"Is that the old man who became the third richest person in Asia?"
"I heard he's an orphan... no family, no children."
"You know why? Because he never had the balls—literally! Never married, never dated," a voice sneered from the crowd.
Suddenly, silence fell.
> The screen of the world froze... and then... a raspy, weathered voice broke through:
"I am Gray Drim.
The orphan who clawed his way up to wealth.
The third richest man in Asia.
And now... just a soul waiting for death.
But this... this is just the beginning."
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A Few Weeks Later…
> Light flickered through cracked wooden planks.
A damp breeze stirred the dusty air.
Gray opened his eyes, breath ragged.
He was lying on a straw mat in a broken-down cottage.
His old cottage.
The place he once called home—decades ago, when he was just a boy.
Confused, he stumbled toward a crooked mirror on the wall.
The reflection staring back?
A 12-year-old boy.
"What the hell...? Is this me?"
"I'm... young?"
> Heart pounding. Mind racing. Was this reincarnation? Time travel? Madness?
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Present Moment…
A strange whisper echoed in his mind.
"When will it stop?!" Gray clutched his head in frustration. "Whose voice is this?!"
> Silence… then a soft, echoing chuckle.
"Oh my, my... You're awake."
"Who... who are you?"
"I am Anvy — an A.I.
Alien Intelligence.
Not artificial.
I exist in every single cell of your body now."
"You… what…?"
"Gray Drim — you are my chosen disciple.
You will save this universe."
> The young boy's eyes widened.
A smirk formed on his lips.
"Tch... Just what kind of madness have I been dragged into now?"
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To Be Continued…