I was never meant to return to the land of the living. Never meant to remember. Never meant to hinder them again. They ripped me from existence—stole everything I held dear—because I was stubborn. Because I was a virean, one of the lucky few who could wield the flux. My teachers stood by as the one I called my brother drove a blade through my chest. He silenced me forever, ensuring I could never speak of the horrors of his war crimes. But they underestimated me. I wasn’t just a virean. I was a soulmancer—a breaker of chains, both mental and spiritual. And death was never going to be the end of my story. Iskar. That was the name he received in his last incarnation, but also the identity of the spirit who touched the Origin and paid the price. Power and curse entwined, Iskar escaped the Underworld long before he was supposed to.  To return, he struck a deal: becoming one of the Ten Death Angels, tasked with hunting lost souls and keeping the balance. That was his ticket back to the mortal realm. But Iskar was still just a spirit in need of a body. Had to find one. Eden—a weaker fragment of the same concept was the perfect target. Now, I walk among the living once more. But freedom isn’t what I thought it would be. The spirits that fled the Underworld? I have to hunt them down. Power? I need to take it, build a faction, and claim the strength I need to survive. And the spirit that made me? I have to surpass it, or when the time comes, I’ll lose everything—my memories, my strength, my self. I’ll be swallowed whole, dissolved into something greater, but no longer me. Worse still, I bear the curse of the Eight Personalities—fragments of my soul that grant me power but steal my control. I am unpredictable, untrustworthy, a force of chaos even to myself. Without mastery, I am doomed. But how can a mere spirit tame the curse of the Source itself? This universe is a machine of endless evolution. Interplanetary gates link worlds where power rules all. Vireans wield the flux, shaping themselves into pyromancers, shapeshifters, or something far stranger. Nuvans—those born without flux—cling to survival through technology, genetic tampering, and raw desperation. The system doesn’t care about any of this. It watches, indifferent, as lives rise and fall in an endless cycle of reincarnation. It’s a brutal, ceaseless way of evolution—factions rise, alliances crumble, and planets are bought, sold, and devoured. Love and peace? They are relics of a past long forgotten, drowned beneath greed, corruption, and illusion. As gates open, warriors, explorers, and conquerors clash for dominance. I don’t want to rule. I don’t care about their empires, their power, or their petty ambitions. All I want is to be free. To carve out a place that is mine and mine alone. But in a universe ruled by a system and bound by the evolution laws, freedom is the rarest prize of all. And to claim it, I must do everything I never thought I would. A sci-fi progression fantasy with LitRPG mechanics, meaningful combat, and a system-driven universe where the only limits are the ones you break.