"Wait, wait, wait—WHAT? You're leaving me?!" I shouted, pointing up at the floating golden-haired psychopath who looked suspiciously like... well, me.
Lane — the real one, the OG I wrote into existence with way too many powers and no off switch — just shrugged with the most nonchalant, uncaring expression possible. "Yup."
"YUP?! That's it?! You're just gonna ghost me in the middle of a multiversal existential meltdown?!"
She floated backwards, smirking like this was a sitcom and I was the punchline. "Good luck not vaporizing creation with a hiccup. Later~!"
Then she vanished.
Poof.
No portal. No explanation. Just left me hanging in the True Void with the equivalent of "figure it out, nerd."
"…Bro," I muttered to no one. "BRO. HOW WOULD YOU DUMP ME LIKE THAT?!"
My voice rippled through the Void like a sonic nuke. Galaxies outside blinked and hiccupped.
I sighed. Sat down. Stared into the infinite nothing like a dejected anime protagonist. "…Okay. I get it. I'm alone. Again. With infinite unstable power. Can't breathe too hard. Can't blink too fast. Can't even scream in peace."
But I was done sitting in this damn nowhere.
"Alright, Lee… Lane… whoever the fuck I am now. Think. THINK. There's gotta be a way out of here without, y'know, erasing all of time with a misstep."
And then, the idea hit me.
"If I reincarnated once… then I can do it again. But this time—manual override."
Yup. I was gonna pull a reverse-isekai.
I'd hijack the metaphysical soul highway, shove my glowing ass into a new universe, and reincarnate my way out of this bullshit. And I'd keep my memories. Maybe even some of Lane's powers if I'm lucky.
"Alright... breathe reaaaal careful... focus... just let the body dissolve…"
I closed my eyes.
I let go.
Darkness.
Then screams.
Metallic screeches. Echoing alarms. Weird-ass languages I didn't understand—until I did. My brain rebooted like a cracked smartphone on godmode.
And then—BOOM.
Like a human cannonball on crack, I was shot out through the void and slammed into... something. I couldn't see. Everything was bright. There was smoke. There was panic. There was... crying?
When the smoke finally cleared—
I was standing. Barefoot. Butt-naked.
In the middle of a freaking hospital delivery room.
The doctor? Pale. Wide-eyed. Holding bloody scissors like he was staring at a demon.
The nurse? Frozen. Crossed herself six times.
A woman on the bed, exhausted, drenched in sweat, eyes barely open. Her face softened when she saw me.
"…Mom?" I whispered, realization slamming my brain.
Then the door slammed open and a man burst in holding a bouquet.
"Honey I'm he—"
He saw me.
Saw everything.
He dropped the flowers in shock.
"…Dad?!"
And then I passed out.
Just collapsed, butt-naked, still glowing faintly like a nuclear baby Jesus.
"Yup," I muttered on the way down. "This is my new world…"
And then everything went black. Again.
My legs wobbled. Not because I was weak, but because I'd just been reborn into a whole new world and was still processing the absurdity of reincarnating into my own OC... again.
The room was chaos. Alarms were going off. Nurses whispered in terrified tones. The doctor looked like he was contemplating early retirement. And my dad? Dude was backed into a corner holding crushed flowers like they were going to protect him.
Me? I was naked, glowing, and for some godforsaken reason... still able to talk.
"Yup," I muttered, rubbing my temple. "Still Lane. Still cursed."
Then I turned toward her.
My mom.
She looked like she'd just climbed out of war. Hair matted to her forehead, sweat dripping off her chin, breathing ragged — but her eyes were open. Soft. Warm.
No fear. No confusion.
Just love.
She reached out with trembling arms as I walked — no, marched — over like a toddler who owned the room, climbed onto the bed, and without hesitation, wrapped my arms around her.
I buried my face in her chest.
Her heartbeat calmed me more than all the meditations in the True Void combined.
And then I heard her whisper.
"My little angel..."
"So beautiful and gorgeous."
"Hey Finn look at here isn't she beautiful."
She cradled me like I hadn't just been shot out of her womb like a warhead.
"Lane. Yes… your name will be Lane White."
She kissed my glowing forehead.
"My little Star."
And just like that, for the first time since dying, since being dumped by my own creation, since becoming an unstable cosmic disaster — I felt peace.
I didn't care that I was some walking godbomb.
I didn't care that the multiverse probably wanted me sealed again.
I just closed my eyes in my mother's arms and let myself fall asleep.
Meanwhile…
The doctors were losing their collective shit.
"She WALKED," one shouted.
"She TALKED!" another pointed out.
"She CLIMBED THE BED!"
"And now she's ASLEEP?!"
They all stared at the beeping screen that had been trying to read my vitals.
Spiritual energy level: ????
It wasn't blank.
It wasn't zero.
It was literally labeled UNKNOWN.
One of the doctors dropped his clipboard. "No... no no no. That's impossible. A newborn should have one, maybe two units at most! Not... not whatever this is!"
Another stepped back. "She's not human. She's a divine entity! A higher being! A goddess, maybe even—"
Dad cut in, finally finding his voice. "No. She's my daughter."
Everyone turned.
"She's my daughter," he repeated, stepping forward. His eyes were wide, terrified, but also full of something else — pride. "And I don't care if she's glowing like a solar flare. That's my little girl."
There was a silence.
Then the machine monitoring my energy short-circuited.
Sparks flew. Lights flickered. The floor vibrated faintly.
And in my sleep, I let out a tiny sigh — just a whisper of breath.
Somewhere in deep space... a small planet vanished.
The doctors all screamed.