Samuel's POV
Location: Dimensional Breach Point – Return to Origin World Imminent
Time: System Unshackled – Final Decision Pending
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The first prompt hovered in front of me like judgment itself.
— "Player has met the requirements of the Dark Knight."
— "All limitations will now be removed."
— "Would you like to delete the system?"
My gauntlets pulsed.
Not with rage. Not with hunger.
But with completion.
I stared at the words.
The System had been my prison.
My weapon.
My chain.
My crucible.
It shaped me. And I shattered it.
> I took a deep breath, and whispered,
"Finally going back to my first life... and I couldn't be happier."
[Confirm: Delete System – Y/N]
"Yes."
The System vibrated. Not in rejection—but in gratitude, as though it had long waited for someone worthy enough to free it from itself.
[System Deletion Confirmed.]
[All Core Functions: Erased.]
[All Powers: Integrated. No more barriers. No more levels. No more roles.]
[You are now Sovereign.]
Then came the second prompt.
It pulsed differently—intimately.
— "Would you like to continue as 'Samuel Gebb'..."
— "Or return to your original name from your first life?"
I froze.
The wind in the breach stirred.
My memories—not just Samuel's—but the original me, the soul that was reborn into this life, came flooding back. My name before I ever touched a sword. Before blood and betrayal. Before Abigail. Before Roselle.
I looked down at my hands.
This body… this legacy… belonged to Samuel Gebb.
But now, I was more.
I was the merging of both souls—Samuel, and the man who once walked a forgotten Earth.
And yet…
"Names don't make kings."
"But the right name… awakens truth."
I clenched my fists, eyes glowing gold, voice steady and resolute.
"I'll keep Samuel."
"Because he was broken. He was betrayed. He was left behind."
"But now... he returns. Not to reclaim the past—"
"—but to rewrite it."
And the portal surged open.
No longer just a gate—
But a throne-path.
[Welcome Home, Samuel Gebb – Sovereign Knight Eternal.]
[All Realms will now recognize you as a True Force. Not of prophecy… but of will.]
I stepped forward.
As fire bloomed around me—
As time bent—
As dimensions parted—
The world I had left, the people who had forgotten me or feared me, were about to witness something they weren't prepared for.
Samuel Gebb was no longer bound.
And he was finally coming home.
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[Earth – Origin World]
Location: Capital Metropolis – Sky Above Union Tower
Time: 03:17 AM – Reality Tear Event Begins
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The sky shattered.
Not thunder.
Not lightning.
Not a storm.
But reality—split like glass touched by a screaming diamond. A silent rupture cracked open high above the skyline, exposing veins of cosmic black with threads of pale gold, like a wound in existence trying desperately to stay hidden.
Sirens didn't wail at first.
No, the birds stopped flying.
The air stopped flowing.
And those who dreamt… woke up crying without knowing why.
Cameras on skyscrapers glitched.
Satellites adjusted themselves, unable to process the dimensional frequency flooding the upper atmosphere.
One word appeared on global threat monitors:
"UNKNOWN – CLASS 0 ANOMALY DETECTED"
Governments scrambled.
Special Forces were mobilized.
Emergency channels flickered to life.
But just before panic could erupt—
He stepped through.
Only for a blink.
A ripple in the distortion.
A figure, cloaked in shadow-threaded armor, laced with voidlight. A presence beyond gods, whose aura could crush cities... yet felt controlled—precise.
Samuel Gebb had arrived.
But just as the first onlookers began pointing, recording, even gasping—
He vanished.
Gone in a flash of black shimmer.
No boom. No explosion. No tremor.
Just a whisper of pressure and a fading outline—like the world had tried to remember a dream but couldn't hold onto the details.
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[Somewhere Else – Undisclosed Alleyway | 03:18 AM]
A pulse of shadow unfurled silently.
Samuel stepped out of the void—his boots barely touching the ground.
He exhaled slowly.
"Still smells the same…"
"Concrete. Oil. Bit of ash in the air."
He looked up at the fractured sky slowly sealing itself behind the clouds. Only those with divine perception would ever know what truly happened.
"Didn't want to scare them."
He looked down at his gloved hand.
Power. Authority. Restraint.
All balanced perfectly.
The Voidstep had worked. Not just to escape attention—but to respect the world that once rejected him.
He didn't come for revenge.
But he did come to be seen.
By the ones who matter.
And they would soon know—
Samuel Gebb has returned.