Rudra sat in his darkened room, illuminated only by the glow of his computer monitor. The stale air was thick with the scent of instant noodles and energy drinks—his sustenance during an intense, eleven-day gaming marathon. His favourite sandbox MMORPG, Infinite Realms: Path of Eternity, was more than just a game to him. It was a world where his dreams of endless exploration and limitless possibilities came to life. A world where, after years of relentless grinding, he had finally reached his ultimate goal: unlocking all the hidden paths in the game.

For most players, choosing a single path—a defined class, skill tree, or profession—was the norm. But not for Rudra. The idea of limiting himself to just one way to play was unthinkable. He had spent years mastering every combat style, crafting discipline, and hidden storyline, leaving no stone unturned. Tonight, his dedication bore fruit.

"Finally!" Rudra shouted, his voice hoarse from disuse. The notification confirming his achievement flashed on the screen:

Achievement Unlocked: The Omnipath.

Congratulations! You are the first player to unlock every path in Infinite Realms. Your legacy will be immortalized in the Hall of Eternity.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen in disbelief. Years of sleepless nights, countless failures, and an unrelenting obsession had led to this moment. Tears welled in his eyes as he laughed, a mix of joy and exhaustion. His trembling hands clutched the edge of his desk, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

"I did it," he whispered. "I actually did it..."

Overwhelmed by his triumph, Rudra stood abruptly, his body swaying from exhaustion. A surge of exhilaration shot through him as he jumped into the air, fists raised in celebration. For a fleeting moment, he felt invincible. But as his feet hit the ground, a wave of fatigue crashed over him. His vision blurred, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor.

His heart, strained by years of poor health and the marathon gaming session, faltered. The darkness closed in quickly, but Rudra felt no fear. Instead, an overwhelming sense of peace washed over him.

"This is fine," he thought, his lips curling into a smile. "I achieved everything I ever wanted. I lived for this... and I'm happy."

As his consciousness faded, he felt a strange pull, as if the world itself was reaching out to him. The glow of the computer screen seemed to intensify, enveloping him in a warm, golden light. And then, there was nothing.

Darkness enveloped Rudra as his heart gave its final beat. He had no regrets—he had achieved his dream, and for a gamer to die with such fulfilment was a rarity. But the void didn't last long. Slowly, a dim light pierced the darkness, growing brighter until it was almost blinding. When his eyes adjusted, he found himself standing in an endless, ethereal space.

Before him stood a figure radiating an aura of unfathomable power, its form shifting constantly—a man, a woman, a beast, and yet none of them. Its voice echoed, deep and playful, reverberating through the void.

"Welcome, Rudra," the being said, its tone dripping with amusement. "I am what you might call the God of Transitions, the Guide of Souls. It's my job to send souls to new worlds after their journey ends. Occasionally, I come across someone interesting..... like you."

Rudra blinked, his thoughts still sluggish. "Interesting? Me? Why?"

The god chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. "You see, I enjoy a little chaos. Most souls are sent to their next world with memories erased, fitting them neatly into their new lives. But every so often, I pick someone who will stir things up. Someone who will make the Overseer Gods of the worlds I send them to scratch their heads in frustration as they try to figure out what's happening."

The god's grin widened. "You're perfect for that, Rudra. A gamer to the bone, obsessed and unrelenting in your gaming to the point you believed that your pathetic death was satisfactory."

Rudra was furious at his remark."my death was not pathetic at all"

The god smirk."Doesn't matter, I'm giving you a rare gift: the chance to keep your memories And more."

Rudra felt a flicker of excitement amidst his confusion. "More?"

"I let a select few take something with them to their new life. A... souvenir, if you will," the god explained. "It could be an ability, an item, or even a concept. Think carefully, Rudra. What do you desire most to carry into your next world?"

Rudra's answer came almost instantly. "My game," he said firmly. "If I can play Infinite Realms in my new life, I'd be grateful. It's the one thing I've dedicated my life to. But..." He hesitated, thinking deeply. "If possible, I want to carry over my account—the one with all the paths unlocked. And..."

The god's grin stretched wider, a hint of mischief flickering in its eyes. "And?"

"There were some features in the game that got removed over the years. They were amazing but got scrapped due to player complaints. If it's not too much to ask, I'd like those features restored in my version."

The god let out a booming laugh, its form flickering with chaotic energy. "Done!" it said, its tone gleeful and ominous. "Your wish will come true... just not quite the way you expect. Oh, this is going to be delightful."

Before Rudra could question what the god meant, a swirling vortex appeared beneath him, pulling him in with irresistible force. The last thing he saw was the god's grin as it waved.

"Enjoy your new life, Rudra. Try not to bore me."

Rudra's new life began like any other. Born into a seemingly ordinary world, he grew up as a normal boy in a bustling city. Life was peaceful, but he always felt an odd emptiness—a sense that something was missing. He didn't know why, but he was drawn to stories of games and adventures, even though such things didn't exist in this world.

It wasn't until his fifteenth birthday that everything changed.

That night, Rudra woke with a sweat on his forehead. His head throbbed as a flood of memories surged through his mind—his old life, his years of gaming, his obsession with Infinite Realms, and his encounter with the mischievous god.

"I remember..." he murmured, clutching his head. "The game... where's my game"

As if in answer, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

[Sandbox System activating. Initialization complete.]

Rudra stared blankly at the glowing interface hovering before him. The words "Sandbox System activating. Initialization complete." floated in his vision, but none of it made sense. His excitement from hearing the system's activation was replaced by confusion—and quickly, frustration.

"This isn't what I wished for," Rudra muttered, pacing back and forth in his small room. "I asked for my game... not for the game to become my system!"

The room was quiet except for his agitated footsteps. The interface responded to his thoughts, and new windows popped up one after another. Before he could make sense of them, a new notification appeared in bold letters:

[You Have Mail!]

A small envelope icon materialized, pulsating slightly as if beckoning him to open it. With a deep sigh, Rudra tapped it with his finger, muttering under his breath, "I swear if this is more nonsense..."

The window expanded, revealing a letter. The signature at the bottom was unmistakable—it was from that god.

Dear Rudra,

I see you've discovered your system. Splendid, isn't it? I've added a few features from my side to make things... interesting. You'll find that this world is far more complex and fascinating than you realize. Think of the Sandbox System as your ultimate tool. Creativity, adaptability, survival—you'll need all of it to thrive here.

As for your wish... technically, I fulfilled it. You wanted your game and your account, and now you have them. Just, you know, slightly repurposed. Trust me, this is much better than simply playing a game. You're living it now!

P.S. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of chaos you'll create. Don't disappoint me!

With love,

The God of Transitions

Rudra read the letter three times, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief, and finally to pure, unbridled rage.

"What the hell does he mean, repurposed?!" Rudra shouted, clutching his hair. "I didn't ask for this! I wanted to play my game, not live in some weird urban fantasy with a system"

He glared at the glowing interface as if it were the god himself. "I swear, if I could sue that god, I would! This has to be illegal!"

But then a thought struck him, and his anger wavered for a moment.

"Wait... it is probably illegal to reincarnate with memories intact," he mused, crossing his arms. "There's got to be some divine bureaucracy that handles this sort of thing. Maybe I could argue it was a breach of reincarnation protocols? No, wait... how do you even sue a god? What court would even hear the case?"

He slumped onto his bed, groaning. "I bet the gods have their own system for dodging lawsuits. Knowing that guy, he'd probably just laugh it off and send me a sarcastic apology."

Rudra stared at the glowing letters on the interface. It was clear that he wasn't going to get his old life or his game back. But if the god is right, then that means this world was different; maybe some fantasy element was added. But His memories tell him that there is no fantasy or any of those kinds of elements in this world, and what good was this system in an urban setting? He wasn't in a game world with dungeons or monsters—he was in a city with skyscrapers, cars, and, as far as he could tell, normal people.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this system?" Rudra muttered.