Reborn once again, Inti rose with a defiant gleam in his golden eyes, which now seemed to capture the sunlight and reflect his growing arrogance. No matter how many times he died, he always came back, and that certainty fed his pride. The universe had granted him a unique power, and although the challenges were constant, each death was simply a lesson on his path to greatness.
As he rose from one of his deaths, he stretched gracefully, feeling his body sculpted like a masterpiece of nature. "There's nothing that can stop me. If dying is the price for this power, so be it," he thought, a sly smile forming on his face. The world stretched before him like a vast field of possibilities, and he was determined to conquer it.
"I'm going to show everyone what I'm capable of," he told himself, with a determination that burned in his chest. So, eager to test his abilities once more, he closed his eyes and focused on teleporting to a distant place.
However, in his haste, he didn't consider the risks. "The power I possess is unlimited," he murmured, confident. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the middle of an electric storm in the mountains, the air crackling with electricity around him. The hurricane-force winds battered him mercilessly, and before he could react, a lightning bolt struck, incinerating him in an instant.
Darkness. Pain. The familiar cycle of rebirth began again.
Opening his eyes in the forest, Inti let out a bitter laugh. "I can't believe I always fail over such little things," he murmured, shaking the ashes from his skin, feeling the frustration rise within him. But fear had no place in his vocabulary. Instead, adversity only fueled his confidence. "If every mistake is a death, then I'll have to do it better... and if I die a thousand times, I'll learn a thousand lessons."
With that mindset, he decided to take his game to the next level. "Why limit myself to Earth?" he wondered, feeling the temptation to explore the farthest reaches of the universe. With a defiant smile, he closed his eyes again, this time thinking of the Moon, a place few could reach.
The gray and desolate landscape surrounded him, and although the vacuum of space enveloped him, Inti felt a satisfaction he had not experienced before. "No one can reach me here," he thought arrogantly. But he forgot that the lack of oxygen and the vacuum of space were not minor details. Soon, the pressure began to crush his chest, and before he could think of returning, his body collapsed once again.
When he was reborn in the forest, he let out an ironic laugh. "The Moon is no place for a king like me," he said. Determined to learn from his mistakes, he prepared to face new challenges.
More mistakes, more deaths. Inti did not give up. This time, he decided to test his transformation abilities. "If I can become any creature, then it's just a matter of finding the right form to dominate everything around me." He tried transforming into a hawk, eager to soar the skies and enjoy the freedom he longed for. The wind beneath his wings gave him an indescribable euphoria.
But his arrogance led to his downfall once again. As he dived, he miscalculated the moment to revert to his original form. In an unfortunate twist, he transformed into an elephant mid-flight. The brutality of the impact with the ground was so devastating that his consciousness faded in the blink of an eye.
Upon being reborn, Inti didn't feel frustration, but amusement. The deaths challenged him; every fall was a new opportunity. "You die, you are reborn, and you try again. That's how power is perfected," he told himself, while his pride grew with each experience.
However, even in his moments of rest, things didn't always go as expected. One day, while scratching absentmindedly with a claw, he miscalculated his strength. Before he could react, one of his sharp claws deeply cut his neck. "No! Not like this!" he thought, feeling the cold of the ground as life faded once again.
Inti's deaths became increasingly absurd, but each one held a hidden lesson. When he decided to try teleportation again, he did so without a specific destination in mind, simply looking to go "wherever it would be interesting." But he appeared in the middle of the ocean, not on the surface, but deep in the abyss. The water pressure crushed him before he could transform his body into something suitable for the environment, leading to a quick and painful death.
Upon returning once more to the forest, Inti smiled, feeling that the world was not ready for him. "There's no place I can't conquer," he reflected while stretching his limbs, his pride inflated to its maximum.
His next idea was to transform into a sea creature to conquer the ocean. He became a dolphin, swimming with speed and agility. However, when he tried to change form again, he failed, turning into an eagle underwater. The result was fatal: he drowned quickly.
And so, the story of Inti continued: dying, learning, and being reborn with more pride and allure than before. Every death was just a pause in his journey toward perfection, an obstacle that made him stronger, more arrogant, and, in his mind, invincible.