Ron, once an orphan with nothing but the will to survive, began his journey as a common soldier, thrust into the chaos of countless wars and perilous battles. With unwavering courage and relentless determination, he carved a path through blood and fire, earning glory, fame, and ultimately the rank of commander.
For decades, he led men through the storm of war, his name becoming a symbol of strength and victory. Now, at 68, a retired officer with a chest full of medals and a heart full of memories, Ron sits alone, weary and forgotten, awaiting the final silence of death with no one by his side to hear his last words.
As Ron drew his final breath, the world faded into darkness not the peaceful kind, but an eternal, hollow void. His soul drifted aimlessly in a sea of black nothingness, where neither light nor sound existed.
Time lost all meaning as he floated in silence, swallowed by the endless emptiness for what felt like countless years.
Then, without warning, a sound echoed through the void—deep, resonant, and unfamiliar, yet strangely commanding. Ron stirred, his formless essence reacting.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice echoing through the abyss.
A response followed, calm yet immense in presence. "I am Kaos," the voice declared, "the universe itself. You are from another Kaos ,one that ceased to exist the moment you died. But by a twist of fate, you absorbed a fragment of cosmic energy during your final moments and were drawn into a dimensional crack. Truly... lucky."
Ron, once a forgotten warrior, now stood—if standing was even possible—in the presence of something beyond comprehension.
In the vast silence that followed, Ron's voice trembled with a mix of awe and uncertainty. "Then… what happens to me now? Am I to be reborn, or something else?"
Kaos, the cosmic presence, responded with a calm yet immeasurable weight. "You have two choices," it said. "One, to be fully integrated into this universe your soul dissolved into its essence. That would mark the true end of your existence."
A pause lingered, as if allowing Ron to grasp the gravity of the moment.
"Or," Kaos continued, "you may choose rebirth."
Ron's essence stirred at the word, hope and fear intertwining.
"But there is a price," Kaos added. "You have absorbed fragments of cosmic energy residual remnants of the previous Kaos. They are unstable, dangerous to this universe and its balance. So, in exchange… I will take from your certain memories, and I will absorb the dangerous fragments you carry."
A moment passed before Kaos's voice rang again, more solemn and grand than before.
"In return for this offering, I shall grant you two wishes but this wishes has limit like to be invisibility or be a strongest man that not possible.choose wisely, for they will shape your path in ways you cannot yet imagine."
And in the endless dark, Ron once a forgotten commander, now a soul at the edge of eternity was given the power to decide his fate.
As the vast silence of the void stretched on, Ron asked cautiously, "Can I ask… what being am I to be reborn as?"
Kaos responded without hesitation, its voice echoing like a cosmic tide. "There are currently three vessels forming, waiting for a soul to inhabit them. The first is a nameless Titan ,born of might, destined for war. The second, a Nymph,child of nature and magic. The third… is a new god, unknown to this universe, but destined to be called Hades."
The name stirred something in Ron. Hades the god of the underworld in Greek myth. A distant echo from his past life, a familiar symbol amidst the unknown. After a moment of silent thought, he spoke with clarity.
"I choose Hades," he said. "I know a little about him from the old stories… it's the closest thing to familiar I have."
Kaos rumbled in approval. "Very well. Speak now your two wishes—powers to guide your rebirth."
For the first, Ron's mind returned to a childhood dream. "I want black wings," he said firmly. "Strong enough to act as both shield and sword. Ever since I was a kid, I loved the idea of black wings… something cool, menacing, powerful."
Kaos acknowledged this with a silent hum, as if shaping destiny around the wish.
"And your second?".
Ron's voice grew more certain. "Mineral manipulation". He studied metals, rocks… the earth is covered with them. Most weapons are made from them. With that, he could control battlefields—control weapons themselves.
Kaos responded, its tone final and vast. "So it shall be. You shall be reborn as Hades, God of the Underworld, bearer of the Black Wings of Judgment and Master of all minerals. Your part of memories shall fade, but your essence… your will… shall remain."
And with that, the void began to crack with light—ancient, divine, and filled with the birth of a god. Ron's journey was no longer over. It was just beginning.