Chapter 1: A Different Percy: a horrible and ambitious Percy
I won't bore you much with the generic introduction of how boring and average my life is. I'm just gonna make this shorter for you.
I was a simple man, on his way to his simple job and got hit by a simple truck and miraculously got reincarnated.
As simple as that.
However what is not simple is the identity of the infantile body I have reincarnated to. Apparently I am Percy Jackson.
The Percy Jackson from the series and books. The Son of Poseidon and Strongest Demigod in History.
This is all good and all. I have the potential to be the Strongest Demigod if I just let fate take its course, but for me that won't do.
I'm not Percy Jackson, but I am. My body is his, and my life—his life—is now my own. It's a strange feeling, inhabiting the body of a child destined for greatness. But what Percy took for granted, I won't.
I'm not interested in just surviving the years ahead and letting fate run its course.
That might work for Percy, but not for me. I've lived a life where my ambitions outgrew my abilities. I learned early on that striving for omnipotence is the quickest way to realize your own insignificance.
In that life, I was Jacob Augustine. I never made peace with that reality, but I learned to suppress the frustration. Dreams of power were as unattainable as trying to catch the wind.
But this world? This body? It changes things.
I have power here, real power. If I play this right, I can be more than just a demigod. More than Percy Jackson ever was.
I can fulfill the ambition I buried long ago. Poseidon's blood runs through these veins, and I'll use it—no, I'll master it.
But first, I need to think. Percy's journey, as I know it, is still far off. I'm just a child now. That gives me time. Time to prepare, to train, to cultivate the power that's been thrust into my hands.
I know what's coming—the gods, the monsters, the trials—but now I see them for what they truly are: opportunities.
The prophecy that hangs over Percy's life like a shadow will either break him or raise him to unimaginable heights.
And now it's my prophecy. I'm not going to be content with playing out the script that fate handed him. Percy had power, but no vision. I, on the other hand, have both.
It's time to change the game.
(Sorry guys if our mc is a bit edgy. This is just an idea I have inside my mind and I just want to let it out, so forgive me if it's not that sophisticated, some of you may hate him and some will like him, but I'm gonna write him as my imagination intended to, so I hope you guys go easy on me)
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Third PoV:
The new owner of Percy Jackson's body is Jacob Augustine, someone who wants omnipotence but doesn't have the ability to do it, a God Syndrome if you will.
Although that syndrome has been heavily suppressed since he does not have the power to fulfill his ambition and it is basically unachievable, here in this world he could finally fulfill his wish.
Back in his previous life, Jacob Augustine have existential frustration or repressed ambition, where he desires something seemingly unattainable, such as god-like power or authority, but is fully aware of
His limitations.
He doesn't have an inflated sense of self like someone with God Syndrome, but is caught in a conflict between a deep, often suppressed desire and the understanding that it can't be achieved.
Hisinner struggle led to feelings of inadequacy or resignation, causing him to downplay themselves or his ambitions.
His condition is not necessarily a clinical condition but could be viewed as a form of internal conflict, where one's aspirations clash with the reality of their circumstances.
That's why when he got reincarnated and found out it was Percy Jackson's body he was elated. He was so happy that all of the happiness from his previous life combined was dwarfed.
He laughed maniacally that his mom had to send him to the clinic to get checked.
And it's been a month since he was born. He was slowly taking his time to develop his senses. And formulating his plan.
His plan was to become a God. And there were several inside of his mind on how to achieve that but befor becoming a god he must first become the strongest demigod.
He will still follow some of the plots of the books. Since in those challenges and tribulation Percy grew stronger, if he removes any of them he will be weaker than the original version.
Instead he will harness them early. He began his training the moment he opened his eyes.
The body of an infant is fragile, small, and weak. But that's just the exterior. What lies beneath is divine potential waiting to be tapped. I've spent my first month acclimating to this new vessel. I can already feel the latent power coursing through me, the essence of Poseidon himself buried in my blood.
But just feeling isn't enough. **Sensing** it, controlling it—that's the first step. I can't afford to stumble through life like the original Percy, only discovering his true strength when forced into battle. No. I'll command this power long before the world even knows I exist.
I lie still in the crib, staring at the mobile above me—a simple thing, but it keeps my mother happy to see me entertained. In reality, I'm focusing inward, attempting to sense the divine energy within me.
It's faint at first, like trying to hear a whisper in a storm. My infant body isn't used to channeling anything other than milk and tears, but I push harder. Every second counts. The gods above surely have their eyes on me already, and I need to be ready.
'Focus.' I close my eyes, ignoring the constraints of my tiny form, and reach deeper into myself.
And there it is—a pulse. Faint, but undeniable. A soft rhythm, like the tide ebbing and flowing in the distance. It feels… familiar, like I've known it all my life. The ocean, its immense, untamed power, hums just beneath my skin. This is the power of Poseidon. And it belongs to me.
The first thing I need to understand is how much of it I can use, and more importantly, how to access it when I need it. I focus again, my infant lungs taking shallow breaths as I try to channel the divine energy. My hands clench into tiny fists as I concentrate, attempting to bend the flow to my will.
At first, nothing happens. But then, something shifts. A coolness spreads through my chest, like the touch of a sea breeze. I can feel it moving, responding to me, sluggish but present.
I'm close.
But there's a knock on the door, and the sensation dissipates, slipping through my fingers like water. I open my eyes as my mother enters the room, a smile on her face. I watch her as she picks me up, her warmth surrounding me, her love evident in every gentle motion.
For a moment, I allow myself to feel the comfort of her presence. Sally Jackson, my mother. In the original timeline, Percy would have done anything to protect her, and I understand why. She's kind, gentle, and loves unconditionally. But I'm not here for comfort. I can't afford it.
As she rocks me in her arms, I close my eyes again. The rhythm of her heartbeat lulls me, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm already thinking ahead.
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For the past month, I've been gathering my thoughts, thinking about how to approach my goal of becoming a god. It's not just about gaining raw power—any fool can chase power. No, it's about *control*, about understanding how to manipulate the divine energy within me and beyond.
The gods, in their arrogance, treat mortals like chess pieces. But I won't be a piece on their board. I will be the one who moves the pieces.
But before I can do that, I need to grow. Physically, of course, but more importantly, I need to train. My body is still developing, so for now, I'll focus on what I can control: sensing and manipulating the power within me.
Once I master that, I can move to the next phase.
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Later that night, after my mother has tucked me into bed, I begin again. This time, without distraction. I focus on my breathing, something I had practiced in my previous life. Deep, steady breaths, in and out. I imagine the ocean once more, its waves rising and falling, and I reach for that pulse, that connection to Poseidon's power.
The coolness returns, more pronounced now. It flows through me, slow but steady. I can feel it filling my tiny limbs, swirling beneath the surface of my skin. My heart races, and for a moment, I lose control.
The mobile above me begins to spin faster, the faintest traces of moisture gathering in the air around it. It's subtle, almost imperceptible, but it's there.
A grin forms on my lips. This is it.
I release the energy, and everything returns to normal. The mobile slows to its usual rhythm, the moisture evaporating into the air. I'm still not in full control, but I've made progress. I know now that the power is there, waiting to be harnessed.
As I drift off to sleep, I remind myself: this is just the beginning. I'll grow stronger, faster than Percy ever did. I'll learn to manipulate the elements before I even step foot outside my mother's house. And when the time comes for the trials and the monsters, I'll be ready.
Because unlike Percy, I don't just want to survive—I want to conquer.
The gods may not know it yet, but they've made a mistake. They've given a man who dreams of godhood the body of a demigod. And soon enough, I'll show them just what that means.
I close my eyes, letting sleep take me, my thoughts filled with one simple, undeniable truth.
I will become more than a demigod. I will become a god.
And this world will be mine.
(Sorry for the edgy character, he's a character I had in mind and I just want to write it down to ease my creative tendencies)
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