I woke up in another world.
No magic. No battle aura. Not even electricity—just a backward, almost primitive place.
And of course, I got the classic start: no family, no background, just an orphan trying to survive.
Still, I wasn’t completely unlucky.
This new life came with one small consolation—
Every time I slept, I lived another life.
In my dreams, I had been many things.
Once, I was one of the ancient gods, the one who led the great rebellion against the Primordial.
Once, I was the most powerful Grand Duke of an old empire, the very man who helped build it from the ground up.
Once, I was the greatest hero of the mythic age, a name that made all evil tremble.
Once, I ruled over the elves as their oldest king, guardian of the Twin Sacred Trees.
And once… I was a girl’s god—though I played a rather cruel joke on her.
…
Across every era, legends of “them” could always be found.
Different names, different identities—
Yet no one ever realized they were all the same person.
Me.
And now you’re telling me—
Those weren’t dreams?
They were real?
And all those goddesses, saints, princesses, queens I may or may not have messed with—
They’re still alive?