Pain.That's the first thing I feel — pure, unrelenting, merciless pain. It isn't the kind that burns flesh or tears bone; it's deeper, primal. It's the pain of existence being rewritten.
My scream tears through the air, echoing off stone walls I can't even see. Every vein feels like molten iron is being poured into it, every nerve alight with divine cruelty. My skull feels like it's splitting apart as a thousand foreign memories surge into me — alien yet… familiar.
Images flash through my mind.A boy in an orphanage — cold, cruel, unwanted.Another life — screens, cities, a mundane world where magic was fantasy.Both twisting together.Both mine.
[Soul Fusion: 74% Complete][Warning: Cognitive Overlap Detected]
I gasp. The voice isn't human. It's mechanical, emotionless — yet powerful. The pain intensifies, then suddenly, something clicks. Like a puzzle locking into place.
[Fusion Complete. New Soul Entity Established. Personality Stabilizing...]
The agony fades. The air tastes different. Sharper. Cleaner. My thoughts… aligned. No longer chaos — precision.
I lie there, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling of the orphanage room. It's the same cracked, gray ceiling I remember from Tom Riddle's life… yet my perception has changed. I can feel the difference. Every thought is structured, deliberate, calculated.
I was Tom Riddle.I am something else now.
The darkness that once consumed me — the hatred, the obsession — it's still there, but… tempered. Like steel refined in flame. I feel an unfamiliar calm, a quiet intelligence that hums beneath my skin. I understand emotion, but it no longer controls me.
I sit up slowly. My body feels strange — powerful, but fragile, as though reality hasn't fully adjusted to what I've become.
"I'm… alive," I whisper. My voice sounds steadier than I expect. Deep. Controlled.
Then, the voice returns.
[Welcome, User. You have been chosen by the Omnipotent Entity for observation. Your existence now entertains a god.][System Integration: 100%][Initializing Status Interface...]
A faint shimmer appears before my eyes, letters of pure light suspended in air.
Name: Tom Riddle (Reforged Soul)Alignment: Neutral (Leaning Chaotic)Traits: Charismatic • Manipulative • Cunning • Ambitious • Determined • Wise • Strategic • Emotionally Controlled • Ruthless • HumbleSystem Type: Adaptive Quest SystemCurrent Objective:Survive. Adapt. Grow.
A slow smile creeps across my face. Entertains a god, huh? So that's what this is. A divine being, bored with eternity, watching me like a game piece.
Fine. Let him watch.
If I'm to be entertainment, I'll be the kind he never forgets.
I rise to my feet, the wooden floor creaking beneath me. My mind moves effortlessly between thoughts — logic, memory, magic, possibility. Every emotion that once clouded my judgment now feels… like a tool.
Charisma is a weapon.Power is the goal.Control is the path.
The old Tom Riddle wanted to rule the world through fear. I will do it through understanding — through mastery. Magic, knowledge, and influence.
And when the time comes… even gods will learn to respect me.
[Quest Generated: "The First Step"]Objective: Unlock your magical potential and dominate your environment.Reward: Soul Synchronization Bonus + Stat Upgrade
A grin spreads across my lips. The system hums quietly in the background of my mind, like a heartbeat made of light.
"I see," I whisper. "So the game begins."
The candlelight flickers as I take my first calm breath in this new existence.Tom Riddle — the boy who once sought immortality through darkness — is gone.
I am something greater.Something new.Something inevitable.