After returning from that terrifying vision, Yassine couldn't shake the hunger growing inside him—a need for answers. The strange book still sat in his hands, its once-bright golden glow now faded to a dull shimmer. It seemed to mock him, holding secrets just out of reach.
He examined the cover, hoping to find a name, a title—anything. But there was nothing. Just blank leather, old and cracked, as if it had existed forever. With a heavy sigh, Yassine realized he had no choice but to read more.
Days passed. Then nights. Then more days. Time lost all meaning as he poured over the pages. The story inside the book was dark and strange, describing a world powered by a mysterious energy—one that gave its people great strength and incredible intelligence.
Many species lived in that world, but only seven had become powerful enough to create true civilizations. Humans were one of them—resilient, clever, survivors.
According to the book, this other world had eight massive continents. Each race controlled one. Once, long ago, they had lived in peace. But that peace was shattered ten thousand years ago by a brutal war. Humanity was nearly wiped out. In desperation, they built a powerful barrier to protect themselves and sealed themselves away, losing contact with the outside world.
Over the centuries, humans forgot everything: the war, the other races, even the energy that once shaped their civilization. They now lived quietly behind the barrier, unaware of the danger waiting beyond.
But one human, a man named Luke, was chosen to uncover that forgotten past. He would be the one to defend his people from the evil forces waiting in the shadows.
As Yassine neared the final pages, a chill crept up his spine. The war he had witnessed in his vision—the terrifying battle of giants and monsters—was the very ending of this story.
But just as the battle was about to reach its climax... the book stopped. No ending. No explanation of what happened to humanity.
Why? Yassine thought. Why end the story there? Who wrote this? Was it even a story at all...?
Then he noticed something strange—an extra page, tucked into the binding. Unlike the others, this one wasn't part of the story. It was a message.
[ As a scientist, you're already familiar with parallel universes. This story is not fiction. It is the future of a real world. We offer you the chance to enter this reality. Use what you've learned to help the hero, stop the coming disaster, and in return, you may be healed... and you may return. If you accept, say the word. ]
Yassine stared at the page for hours, thoughts spinning in his mind.
Is this madness? Is someone playing a trick on me? But the things he'd seen—the vision, the creatures—they had felt real. Too real.
If there's even a small chance this is true… can I really ignore it?
He made his choice.
"I accept," Yassine whispered.
The book responded at once. Another page appeared, glowing softly.
[ You will leave next week at 23:55. Prepare yourself. The reincarnation process will begin as follows... ]
From that moment, Yassine's life changed. Every day, he read the book over and over, absorbing every detail. He took notes, memorized names, maps, and magical systems. He lied to his family, giving excuses for his long hours alone, hiding the truth of the journey ahead.
The day finally came.
Yassine sat in his study, the clock ticking louder than ever before. The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp. Shadows danced across the walls. His heart pounded. A lump sat in his throat.
(10 minutes left…)
He stood up and looked around the room one last time. The cluttered desk where he had studied the strange book, the half-empty cup of coffee gone cold, the photo of his family smiling from the shelf—it all felt distant, like a life he was already starting to leave behind.
Then, without warning, the book began to float.
It rose slowly, glowing faintly. Light spilled from its pages, growing brighter and brighter until it swallowed the entire room. Yassine shielded his eyes, but there was no escape. A burst of blinding radiance exploded outward, and everything around him disappeared.
Then—silence.
A deep, unnatural silence. Yassine blinked rapidly as his sight returned. He now stood in a vast, empty space, so white and perfect it hurt to look at. The ground beneath him was smooth and cold like polished glass. The ceiling, the walls—if there even were walls—stretched on forever. The air smelled sterile, almost metallic.
Where... am I? he wondered, taking slow, shaky steps forward.
Then he saw it.
A massive shadow loomed in the distance, growing larger with every step. Finally, it came into full view. A figure stood before him, dressed in golden robes that shimmered like fire. The man's beard was thick and black, reaching his chest. But it wasn't his clothing or face that made Yassine's knees weaken—it was his size.
"He... he's huge," Yassine whispered, voice trembling. "He's bigger than anything I've ever seen…"
The towering figure had to be at least five hundred meters tall, dwarfing even the massive creatures Yassine had glimpsed in his earlier vision. His presence was overwhelming, almost godlike. A sense of dread sank into Yassine's bones.
This must be the contracted spirit the book mentioned… Fray Dalma's guardian.
His hand reached instinctively into his pocket, pulling out the small whistle—the one the book described as the key to entering Fray's body. It was cold to the touch, pulsing faintly with magical energy.
This is it, he thought. Now or never.
He lifted the whistle to his lips.
"Fssss!"
The sound was soft, almost delicate, but it echoed through the white space like a storm. Yassine braced himself for the transformation—for his soul to shift into Fray's body, just like the book promised.
But nothing happened.
Instead, golden light exploded in front of him, blinding and fierce. He stumbled back, squinting. When the glow faded, a glowing figure stood where the light had been. Humanoid, radiant, and terrifying.
"Who are you?" the glowing being asked. The words weren't in any language Yassine knew, yet he understood them clearly in his mind.
Yassine's eyes widened in disbelief. That's… that's Fray. But his soul… it's golden? He has a a legendary golden soul !? Panic flared inside him. I wasn't supposed to face him. I was supposed to control him.
"I—I didn't mean—" he stammered, but the figure cut him off.
"I do not like repeating myself," Fray said, his voice colder than ice. "Who are you?"
Yassine's breath caught in his throat. I'm going to die here, he realized. He wasn't standing before an ordinary man—he was face to face with one of the most feared beings in the world beyond. A name whispered in dread across the pages of the book. And now, here he stood, glowing with a golden soul—something believed to only be a myth.
The air grew heavier, harder to breathe. Every instinct screamed at Yassine to run, but there was nowhere to go. Around him, the white space felt like it was closing in, walls of light pressing down on him from all sides.
Then, a voice echoed inside his head. Soft, yet commanding.
"I will grant you a portion of my power. Now. Attack him."
Yassine's heart surged with sudden hope. He knew that voice—it was the mysterious entity that had given him this chance. Energy flowed into him like a wave of heat. His muscles tightened, his vision sharpened.
Yes! I can feel it… His fear gave way to confidence. With this power, I can win!
He raised his right hand. Golden energy crackled in his palm. He took aim at Fray, ready to unleash everything.
But then—Fray's golden figure vanished in a blur, moving so fast that Yassine barely saw it happen.
"What?!" he gasped.
Before he could make sense of it, Fray appeared before him, faster than anything Yassine had ever seen. A crushing blow hit him in the chest, sending pain shooting through his entire being.
A horrifying sensation followed. Fray's hand wrapped around Yassine's glowing form—not his body, but his very soul.
"He...he's absorbing me," Yassine whispered, eyes wide in shock and terror. He could feel himself slipping away. His thoughts grew fuzzy. His memories—his family, his name, his purpose—began to fade.
No… not like this…
Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision. His spirit weakened, torn apart by Fray's overwhelming force.
And then, silence.
Where Yassine had stood, only the radiant golden form of Fray remained, staring coldly into the empty void.