Kyle jolted awake, gasping for breath as if he had been submerged underwater for too long. His heart raced, the remnants of the Orishas' words still echoing in his mind. He was alive—more than alive. He was back.

The familiar scent of wet earth and fresh morning dew filled his nostrils, grounding him in the present. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the disorientation from his vision. Slowly, the world came into focus.

He was lying in a small, cramped dorm room. The walls were bare, save for a single poster of a famous tech entrepreneur. The air was thick with the scent of textbooks and the faint aroma of instant coffee. A soft breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the distant sounds of a bustling city waking up.

Kyle sat up slowly, his mind racing. He knew this place. He knew it all too well. The narrow bed, the old wooden desk cluttered with notebooks, the small wardrobe that barely held his few possessions—this was his room. His room at Ghana Technology University College.

He jumped out of bed and rushed to the mirror hanging on the back of his door. The reflection staring back at him was unmistakably his own, but younger, fresher. His once-tired eyes now gleamed with youth, his face devoid of the lines that had marked the passage of time. He was eighteen again, in his final year of university, the year 2017.

Kyle's mind spun as he tried to comprehend what had happened. The memories of his past life—his struggles, his betrayals, and his eventual death—were all intact, as vivid as if they had happened yesterday. But here he was, back in time, given a second chance.

*The Ancestral Path...* The words of the Orishas echoed in his mind, and with them came the knowledge of the system they had gifted him. He could feel it, like a dormant power waiting to be unleashed, a connection to something vast and unfathomable.

A sharp knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had been given a chance to rewrite his destiny, to seize the power that had been promised to him. But he had to be smart, cautious. The world didn't know what was coming, and neither did his enemies.

He opened the door to find his roommate, Kofi, standing there, a wide grin on his face. "Morning, Kyle! You ready for the big presentation today?"

Kyle forced a smile, his mind already working on a plan. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

As Kofi turned and walked away, Kyle's gaze hardened. He wasn't the same naive student he had been before. This time, he would play the game differently. This time, he would win.

Stepping back into his room, Kyle closed the door and sat down at his desk. He closed his eyes, reaching out to the system within him. Instantly, a holographic interface appeared before his eyes, filled with options, missions, and possibilities that made his heart race.

The system was his. The power was his. The future was his to shape.

*"Status,"* he commanded silently, and the interface responded instantly.

**[SYSTEM STATUS]**

- **Name**: Kyle Baiden

- **Age**: 18

- **Strength**: 50 (Human Limit)

- **Intelligence**: 100 (Above Genius)

- **Wealth**: 10 Cedis

- **Abilities**: Locked

- **Missions**: Available

Kyle's eyes narrowed. The journey ahead was long and filled with danger, but he was ready. He had the Orishas' blessing, the system's power, and a burning desire to rewrite his fate.

*"Let the game begin."* 

And with that, Kyle Baiden stepped into the new dawn, determined to conquer the world, one step at a time.