I wasn't usually the type to worry about death.
Not with everything I had backing me.
My Ōtsutsuki physiology.The Phoenix Force.Three Infinity Stones.A thousand years of experience.And Operation Phoenix.
But the more I thought about SCP-001—the more simulations I ran, the more I studied the angelic anomaly—the more I realised something unpleasant:
My old methods of immortality weren't good enough.
Yes, Operation Phoenix would resurrect me… technically.Rick built that system to be efficient, brutal, and reliable.
But it had one problem.A problem that terrified me in a quiet, philosophical way:
Was that really me?
Sure, Operation Phoenix copied my consciousness, memories, instincts, habits, behaviour patterns, neural imprints… everything.
But copying wasn't the same as continuity.
If this version of me died—my soul, my true self, the original me—could simply…
Disappear.Move on.Be erased.Go to an afterlife.Or be judged by whatever cosmic bureaucracy handles troublesome multiversal demigoddesses.
And the clone that woke up in the Phoenix chamber?
That was a copy.A perfect copy, but a copy nonetheless.
And that meant:
My original self would still be dead.
My soul might not return.
The "me" in the new body might technically be a different person wearing my memories like clothing.
That mattered.
Even with my usual arrogance…I didn't want to gamble my soul.
Not when SCP-001 was involved.
And even if I accepted the clone-option, Operation Phoenix had another fatal flaw—
I would lose all abilities tied specifically to my original physical body.
Some of my powers were:
bloodline-bound (Ōtsutsuki traits)
genetic-bound (mutant abilities, hybrid enhancements)
alchemy-rooted (physiological modifications)
chi-anchored
chakra-anchored
rune-inscribed into my body
fused with my DNA through experiments
tied to my unique physical energy signature
If I died, the clone wouldn't have:
the Phoenix adaptations
the perfect Rinnegan-Kokugan synchronisation
the layered chakra mutations
the divine inscriptions etched into my bones
the physical components of certain abilities
the exact soul-body resonance that made some powers function
Yes, the clone could still be powerful.But it wouldn't be me.
Not the full, complete, terrifyingly optimized me I spent centuries refining.
Which meant:
I would lose power. Permanently.
But the Kāma?The Ōtsutsuki resurrection mark?
That changed everything.
It didn't copy me.It didn't simulate me.It didn't replicate me.
It backed me up—my entire soul, abilities, memories, essence—and then reconstructed the original me perfectly inside a vessel.
Soul included.
Consciousness included.
Abilities included.
Body included.
And the best part…
If I resurrected in a body that had powers? I could absorb them.
That alone made it infinitely superior to Operation Phoenix.
So yes, I was worried.
Even immortals value redundancy.
You never complain about having more survival options.
Especially when facing a flaming angel the size of a skyscraper holding a sword hotter than the sun… whose entire purpose is to kill beings exactly like me.
The Kāma wasn't just insurance.
It was the key.
It let me walk toward SCP-001 not as a mortal risking everything…
But as a goddess armed with a save-file and infinite retries.