Location: An unknown world – the moment of rebirth
Time: cannot be measured... because it is out of time
In an eternal darkness in which the top is not distinguished from the bottom, wake up again...
The same usual coldness... the same black hole that swallows his consciousness at death, then throws him into a new body, in a new world, in a fate that does not belong to him... but he is forced to do so.
This time, he didn't scream.
He didn't ask "Where am I?"
He was not surprised by the place or the time... because he was tired.
"How many times?"
"How many bodies have you lived? How many souls have been crushed? How many faces did you carry my name without me choosing it?"
His name...
Mohammed.
One name, spread across millions of lives.
He died a lot.
Slowly killed, buried alive, stripped of everything, tortured until he lost meaning.
His friends, loved ones, brothers, and even him betrayed him... He betrayed himself repeatedly.
In every world...
On every continent, a kingdom, after, or even a spiritual prison... it was reincarnating.
And every time... he gains strength.
A power that does not disappear with his death... it accumulates.
It doesn't go back. It doesn't start from scratch.
Rather, he carries everything he took from the previous worlds with him, as if death is not the end... but promotion.
But in return...
Every part of his soul has become cracked.
All his feelings... became ashes.
He doesn't care anymore. No humans, no gods, no kingdoms, no systems.
He's just... seeking strength.
And the power has a price, and Muhammad paid it in full.
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Now...
And in this new world... he felt something different.
Something he hasn't felt for a long time.
A desire... real... in the end.
"Please... Let This Be The Last One."
He whispered inside him, no one... but for emptiness. For destiny. Or maybe for that "thing" that gave him this curse from time immemor.
But he didn't receive an answer.
The curse is silent as usual.
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What the inhabitants of this world don't know...
They now have a creature that is not like them.
Muhammad's body may be new, but his soul?
His soul is older than the stars.
And in the depths of his chest...
His heart penetrates energy that does not belong to any known system. No astellar, no bottom, no demonic, no divine.
Black energy.
Black as the deepest hole in hell.
Energy that is not found in books, not known by any farming school, no secret organisation dares to mention its name.
Rare energy... no one else has it.
He never understood its source.
Is it a reward? Damn? A trace of the first world in which it was reincarned?
Or... something older than the creation itself?
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And in this world...
Muhammad will not seek glory.
He won't save anyone.
He won't love anyone.
He just... wants to finish everything.
He wants to understand... Why is he?
And who is he?
And why did he never die?
He wants to break the reincarnation.
And if he can't...
This world will burn as it burned the worlds that preceded it.