He had lived a long and fulfilling life. He could proudly say to anyone that he had left behind not a speck of regret in his previous life.

No one had been able to do the things he had done. He was the first and the sole person to have united all of the kingdoms in the whole world.

It took a grueling time of 75 years until he was able to realize the dream he had long sought. He of course had tainted his hands with the blood of others. He had killed millions of life during his conquest for world unification. But all of it was for the purpose of unifying everything, for the realization of the utopia he was dreaming of.

The sacrifice of a few million lives finally lived its purpose. For half a century, an era of peace and prosperity was obtained under the rule of the sole emperor of the world. The 3000 years of war ended and the golden age of peace began.

Everyone then began to call the sole ruler of the world, Emperor Mirtua III, as the greatest being to have walked in the mortal realm.

At age of 176, Emperor Mirtua III died peacefully of old age.

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He was in an endless abyss void of anything but a single streak of passing light. For what seemed like an eternity, he just floats there, with his consciousness intact.

He knew that he was in what many call as the afterlife. He had no regrets so he just accepted the eternal silence that enveloped the solace he was in. After an indefinite amount of time that makes eternity pale in comparison, a greenish hue of light suddenly appeared and sucked his consciousness inside.

He was inside a mosaic full of different events in a certain person’s life. He then realized that it was his previous life that he was watching.

As the mosaic of his life came passing by, he was then again sucked by the greenish light. This time, he saw a single stream of red light that passed beside him. He grabbed it like his life depended on it. From there, the memories of the universe swept inside him.

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He cried, although being nothing but a soul he has no tears. But still, he wept. The revelation of the truth in life was overwhelmingly massive that he felt that he’s nothing but a speck of dust in a desert as large as the universe itself.

Different kinds of emotions flew past by him. Anger, pain, sadness, loneliness, fear, happiness—it was like he was relieving the lives of all creatures in the universe.

After what seemed like an eternity, the cycle stopped. He was then alone again in the endless void for a very long period of time until a voice spoke from inside his head, or outside—he was not sure.

[Your fate as a human being had already reached the pinnacle. Therefore, as in the rule of karma, you are to be reincarnated into a greater being than your previous life. I welcome you to the ranks of Gods.]

-Who are you?

Mirtua was unable to neither move nor speak, but surprisingly, he was able to converse with the voice inside his head.

[I am what you call as Fate. Some call me the universe, some call me God, some call me the Devil, and some call me Karma. I am many but as the same time I am one. The being which is actually you but at the same time is a different existence.]

He had heard of such theory before; that everything is one and the same. But to think that it’s actually true and that such a revelation is found only after death.

[By the thread of Fate and Karma, you will become a God, a lesser God at that. Gods are the only beings that the law of fate and karma permits to have their memories retained. Live and continue your fate.]

Following those statements, he was then again sucked by a greenish vortex.