"What kind of deal?" asked the soul with a serious face.
"The kind of deal that will help you take your revenge, and from what I see, it's your last chance," said Omega.
"And why is it my last chance?" asked the soul.
"The moment you leave here after refusing my deal, your memories will be erased, and you will return to the endless loop of suffering and reincarnation. So, what do you think?" Omega replied.
"Okay, I'll hear your proposal, but it better be convincing because I am not ready to trust the gods right now," said the soul.
"First, I will tell you the benefit you will get from this deal," Omega began, raising a finger.
"Benefit? Am I getting just one thing? I thought I told you to make it worth my approval. Well, the gods are greedy by nature," the soul said, surprised.
"Don't rush to judgment. Like you, this is also my last chance, so I am using my best card," said Omega.
"I will give you all my power so you will be reborn as a god," Omega declared proudly.
"You've got to be joking. Are you really going to give me all your powers and turn me into a god?" the soul asked, looking at Omega's dead-serious face. "Wait, you're not joking. You're going to give me all your powers," the soul repeated, struggling to believe it.
After the soul had returned to a calm state, it asked Omega, "So do I have to give you my soul in exchange?"
Omega replied, "Of course not. You can use my full power with no restrictions or interference from me. Use it as you please."
"Well, this is better than anything I imagined. I thought you would give me a legendary weapon," the soul mused. "So, what do you think about what I am offering you?" Omega asked.
"It's good, but what will you get in return?" the soul asked, not convinced by Omega's too-good-to-be-true offer.
Suddenly, Omega's demeanor changed from that of a kind old man to that of a true god as the conversation grew intense. "What I want from you is to kill all the gods and wipe them from existence," said Omega with a menacing voice.
"Why?" the soul asked with a serious face.
Omega lifted his hand, and chains appeared on his arms, legs, and neck. The endless void around them filled with giant chains, each glowing with a different color.
"What is all of this?" the soul asked, looking at the chains surrounding him.
"After the gods, with the help of my brother, defeated me, they chained me in this endless void for eternity. Each color represents the god to whom the chain belongs," said Omega, lowering his hand and making the chains disappear again.
"So you want me to kill all the gods to free you," said the soul.
"Correct," replied Omega.
"I don't have a problem with any of the gods. The only one I want to kill is Alpha. So, do any of these chains belong to him?" the soul asked.
"No, none of the chains belong to him because he gave me something worse than chains," said Omega, revealing his chest with the emblem of Alpha carved into his body, glowing with a golden light.
"If all they did was put chains on me, I would have broken them long ago. But because of the weak state of my body caused by my brother's emblem, I was reduced to this state where I can barely move my hands," said Omega, his eyes full of hatred towards his brother, who left him to rot away in the void.
"I understand what you offer and what you want in return, but can you give me time to think?" asked the soul, and Omega nodded in approval.
As the soul closed its eyes to think, seconds turned into minutes, then hours, as it calculated its options and the true intent of Omega. Finally, the soul opened its eyes and said with a voice full of confidence, "I accept your deal."
"Fantastic! Then I will start transferring my power to you," said Omega with happiness in his voice as he lifted his hand towards the soul.
While the soul was waiting for something to emerge from Omega's hand, like an orb, the crown floating above Omega's head began hovering towards the soul, stopping three meters away.
"So where is the power?" asked the soul, confused.
"It's in front of you," said Omega.
"You don't mean the crown floating in the middle of the room?" asked the soul.
"I have had this crown since I was created, and through it, I used my power. By giving it to you, I am giving you my power—if you can wear it," said Omega.
"So by just wearing this crown, I will get all your powers and become a god?" asked the soul, the image of the crown reflected in its eyes.
The soul moved towards the crown,. It stretched out its hand, to grab the crown. Just as it was about to make contact, a powerful force blasted it away, sending the soul tumbling through the void. Darkness enveloped it, and consciousness slipped away.
the soul woke up, a piercing scream of pain escaping its lips. It clutched its right arm, which throbbed with an unbearable burning sensation. When it looked at the arm, it saw that it was completely burned. "What's this? How can I be burned when I don't have a body?" the soul wondered, confusion in its thoughts.
Turning its gaze back to the crown, now encased in a shimmering energy barrier, the soul heard a voice. Omega, spoke with a tone of warning. "The crown holds the power of a god, so it's too much for a mortal soul to handle. By pushing yourself too far, you might destroy yourself, and even I can't save you. So take it easy, take time to heal, and try again later."
"I've wasted enough time chatting with you, and I can't lose more waiting around," the soul replied. It got up, its form flickering with pain, and started heading towards the crown once more.
the soul inserted both its arms into the barrier, the energy crackling and sparking around it. The pain was excruciating, but it gritted its teeth, holding back its screams. As soon as it touched the crown, a surge of power coursed through its being, overwhelming it. The force was too much to bear, and the soul was blasted away again, its form weakened.
"I warned him, and yet he destroyed himself. What a waste," Omega said, looking at the soul's body. It was full of cracks and burns, barely holding together, with pieces falling off like fragile shards of glass.
Time passed, and the soul lay motionless, its energy flickering faintly. Suddenly, its hand twitched, and it opened its eyes. "I have to do it. I have to get this power to take my revenge," the soul whispered.
It stood up, each step towards the crown causing its body to crumble and disintegrate.
"I've never seen a soul still moving in such a condition," Omega muttered, astonished by the soul's resilience.
As the soul reached the crown, it penetrated the barrier once more, its form barely holding together. It grasped the crown with all its remaining strength, the energy searing through its being. The pain was unbearable, but the soul's resolve was unshakable. "This pain is nothing compared to the pain he made me go through. I will make this crown mine and make him suffer," the soul vowed, lifting the crown and placing it on its head.
As the crown settled on its head, memories from all its lifetimes flashed before its eyes. The soul's past, its struggles, and its pain all converged into a single moment of clarity.
The soul had taken on a new form, resembling a 17-year-old handsome male human 175 cm tall. His skin was flawlessly pale contrasting sharply with his jet-black hair. His eyes were a striking shade of red, burning with an intensity that hinted at the power he now possessed.
Hovering above his head was a black crown, intricately designed with dark, elegant patterns. In the center of the crown sat a large, gleaming red gem, pulsating with a mysterious energy. The gem's glow matched the color of his eyes, creating an aura of authority and dominance. The crown itself floated effortlessly, as if held aloft by an unseen force, adding to his royal and imposing presence.
The transformation was complete. The soul now had a physical body that exuded both beauty and power, a perfect vessel for the vengeance it sought.
"I have never seen such a strong soul, it must be because he was reincarnated hundreds of times," said Omega, amazed by the soul's potential and thinking that maybe this was the one who could save him.
The soul looked at its new body, pleased with its strength. Then it looked at Omega and said, "So, what do we do next?"
Omega replied, "Now we have to choose a name for your new body."
The soul understood that it needed a name to interact with people when it returned. But which name would it choose from the hundreds it had? The soul stayed silent as time passed, then said, "Amadeus. My name will be Amadeus."
The reason the soul chose the name Amadeus was that it was given to it by its mother, who thought about it for a long time. In all its other lives, it was an orphan, never knowing motherly love. All the other names were given randomly, with no care, so they meant nothing to it.
"Funny choice. Do you know what that name means?" asked Omega.
"Why? What does it mean?" Amadeus replied.
"In the ancient language, your name holds two meanings. The first is 'love of God,' and the second is 'one who loves God.' Don't you think it's funny that you, who hate the gods, chose this name? Do you want to change it?" Omega explained.
Amadeus was silent for a while, then exploded with laughter. After calming down, he said, "No, I won't change it. Because now I like it even more."