In fiction, there will always be times when you wish, you could just change the outcome, to make it something better, or maybe you just want to explore such worlds further, or even maybe you're just a horny bastard, whatever the case, all these were true for one man.

Yiggrit Nihil was a young man in high school who could never stop daydreaming about every new piece of fiction he encountered, and it was a reflex at this point something he simply could not avoid.

This meant he passed off as ordinary, never standing out too much, with ordinary grades, and all, maybe he could have done better if he tried or focused more, but he was not interested in trying not for school at least, what a bad student, not that such mattered, not anymore in this case.

Yet he was not ordinary in the sense that he had long lost his parents, it was only him now, living off an orphanage until he was finally an adult and could theoretically fend for himself.

Another day, another boring lesson was taking place as the teacher went on about some historical event, in a classroom with around 40 students, blending in was super easy, he never really had to answer random questions, after all, the teachers had far too many classes with at least 40 students to bother remembering anyone who didn't stand out.

Well, there was one more way in which he was far from ordinary, maybe it could be said to be various ways, but once it could all fall under one umbrella, little did it matter.

"Man, this is boring…" He complained as his eyelids became heavy, and as his eyes would close even through his resistance, sleep would overtake him.

Time passed with his sleep going on seamlessly until.

"Hey! Wake up! Doffus!" The voice of another young man reached Yiggrit and forced him to awake.

Rubbing his eyes which looked to the side using his peripheral vision to understand the situation, and doing stretches, Yiggrit woke up, and immediately upon turning his head in the direction of the noise, grabbed him by the collar before putting him against his very own desk, as he pressed the arm of the perceived perpetrator up said perpetrator's back.

"What the hell do you want? I told you to stay away from me." Yiggrit replied once he was sure the target was currently retrained.

"What the hell is my line!! Do you always have the be so paranoid, if it's still about our fight, that was like 2 years ago! And I said I'm sorry!" The young man complained frustrated by this treatment.

"Just answer my question, you should know sob stories don't work on me." Yiggrit was unfazed by this response, pressing the perpetrator's arm further once he was done speaking.

"Urrrghhh!! Ok! Ok! I Get it! I'm sorry! I just wanted to ask for your help!" The young man yelled and it echoed in the now-empty classroom.

"Explain." Yiggrit let go of him, but his guard was still fully up.

"Urgh… That hurt, you bastard! But you know a bunch of weird martial and hand stuff, right? So can you help my grandpa out? He has been having crazy back problems that keep getting worse…" The young man said with a blush as he spoke, avoiding eye contact as the words left his mouth.

"Just go to a hospital, I'm not a doctor I don't know much about all that. Even if I did, why would I help a dirty traitor like you?" Yiggrit still had a mostly blank expression though a frown was forming.

"I already said I'm sorry! I was a little sh*t back then, but this isn't about me! It's about my grandpa! Come on! You know we can't afford the hospital!" The young man insisted.

"I told you no! Now f*ck off!" Yiggrit was not interested in the slightest.

"He's going to die! You deepsh*t! That's why I'm calling you!" The young man yelled feeling cornered.

"… You're lucky your grandpa is cool. Ok, let's go. Sh*tbag!" Yiggrit said and grabbed his backpack, then he walked past him and started making his way to their destination.

"Hey! Wait up! And don't call me that! I told you it's in the past… At least give me a chance..." The young man yelled at first then began mumbling to himself, his backpack on his back as he tried to catch up.

Out in the streets, they both made their way to the young man's house, and there was an air of awkward silence eating at the young man.

"So, do you still make up stories about the stories you read or watch?… I bet you do, you're such a dork." The young man said trying to make conversation.

However no answer ever came, and the silence continued until they got there.

Inside, in a rather small room full of books with shelves on almost all the walls, sitting in a wheelchair, there was a frail-looking old man, smiling as he looked through the window into the horizon.

"Grandpa, I brought Iggy here, just like you asked." The young man said bowing to the old man.

"What do you want, old perv?" Yiggrit asks with a serious expression, then he walks up to the window and closes the window blind.

"Gee, always so ragged with a poor old man, I can't even enjoy the view of youth anymore… what a sham." The old man responded with a smile.

"I told you I won't let you be a public terror if I'm around, but that doesn't matter, so is the back thing real? Or just some excuse? Cause I won't be here any longer than I have to. I've had enough of that little scum." Yiggrit points at the young man as he talks.

"Fair enough, I can't force you to forgive him, even if I'll always ask. So do that eventually, you can't afford to stay mad forever, but that's not why I called you here.

"As you probably can tell, I'm pretty much gone. In this case, I would have given everything to my grandson, but he failed… He couldn't do it, so as my only other student, I want you to carry my legacy, Yiggrit." The old man spoke with a serious tone, and an expression to match.

"I'm not like you, what makes you think I would succeed?" Yiggrit questioned unconvinced.

"That's good, 'cause even I could never master even the contents of the first page." The old man replied with a sober expression and a tone that carried his disappointment.

"What?! You told us you were the greatest master of the technique of the Heavenly Body! The best martial arts under the sun, the one that could make even modern technology ancient if you master it!" Yiggrit frowned as he yelled at the old man.

"I lied, well, somewhat, it is that powerful, but all that power came from the first page of the real technique. 'The Abomination Beast's Unknown Path', right here." The old man pulled out a pitch-black book from under his shirt, it was dark to the point all color and light seemed to bend around it.

"So, you created the entire Heavenly Body technique from a single page? The very first page?!" Yiggrit rubbed his temple the information having trouble being processed.

From his perspective, the Heavenly Body was already defying reality in its most basic way. He was only in the 1st level of the 1st stage of the technique, but he had seen the old man jump over the moon as if it was just another day, the same old man who claimed he deflected a nuke with one hand, and the same man who could run around the world in seconds.

All that unreachable power was just an adaption from a singular page of another technique?

"Precisely… Now all you have to do is touch the book and pass its trial." The old man extended his hand with the book towards him.

From the side the young man who was watching it unfold could not help but frown, after all, he had failed to pass the book's trial, failed to receive the inheritance that was his, and yet now, maybe someone else would just take it forever, and it had to be Yiggrit of all people.

"I guess this is karma… I stole his girlfriend and now he's going to take my inheritance… I'm sorry, but please fail! I can't just lose it like this." The young man murmured to himself as he prayed for Yiggrit's failure.

Reaching out for the book, Yiggrit grabbed it. After all, how could he reject such an opportunity after he dedicated his youth to learning the technique that only took one page from this book and bearly just got to the beginning stages?

Though he probably would have gone further if he hadn't stopped 2 years ago after his fallout with the young man who used to be his best friend.

"Hey, remember my last lesson?" The old man asked just as the book began consuming the light and color around.

"If you are going to die a powerful man, don't be like me and at least surround yourself with people you love, especially women." Yiggrit recited it word for word.

"Diligent as always… If only you were my grandson… oh well, in a way you are. Good luck kid, you'll need it. Cause I know you'll pass the trial and that's where the real journey begins. Honestly, you're lucky to be a loner for this one." The old man said just as the color around Yiggrit was fully consumed and he was surrounded by nothing.

"Lucky to be a loner, heh?… I hope… thanks, Grandpa." Yiggrit said then unsure of how to proceed now that there was nothing, no sound, smell, light, just the feeling of his clothes, and only the taste of his mouth remained.

That question didn't go unanswered for long, as immediately after from what could only be considered the ground in his perspective, multiple gray hands began sprouting one after the other in his direction like a wave.

His first instinct was obviously to turn around and run, but there was no running.

In an instant, his leg was captured, followed by his waist, and then his shoulders.

Before he knew it, Yiggrit found himself hosted in the air by multiple gray hands holding him in place and covering everything but his head.

"Let go of me! What kind of test is this? Is it courage?… If that's it, I'm more than ready to face it." Though he had cold sweat and even could be seen visibly trembling, never did Yiggrit, close his eyes.

Then from what could be called the ceiling of the emptiness, a gray hand came, and with one singular finger on the base of his chin, pushed him to look up.

"Oh f*ck! You gotta be kidding me…" Yiggrit's face wrinkled as an awkward smile escaped his mouth, and the cold sweat on his face intensified to the max.

Just like a small shrimp, meeting the light of an angler fish, Yiggrit witnessed something absurd in the reflection of the night right before his eyes.

A full moon.

That was the best way he could describe the structure he saw, a white sphere of such immense magnitude he could not begin to pretend to see it all.

"So… What is my test??!… Sir… Or Madame…" Yiggrit forced a smile as he put on the most polite tone he knew outside, while on the inside it could be said he was sh*tting bricks.

{Foolish attempts at pleasantries. You seek my technique and this is all you amount to? Even your master was more impressive, even if against me, that's meaningless} A voice came to his mind as if it was his thoughts, but it was far too different to be his.

"So, you are the creator of this technique… I wish to inherit it! Whatever trial you have in store I can face it!" Yiggrit responded hellbent on getting this technique.

{You have long since passed, the trial for the first page is not a particularly hard one, but the one for the rest of the book might be, though I more so consider it a challenge, rather than a trial. For fun.} The creator of the technique replied the voice in his head sounding amused.

"… So, I won't get the rest without accepting your challenge… What even is that challenge?" Yiggrit found himself hesitant.

{I will give you a system for you to defy fate, collect worlds, and even women as was the way of your so-called master, but if you fail, I gain your soul.

{So, will you take my challenge or run away and stick to the first page like your master?} The creator of the technique once again could be heard in his head.

"What?! Why? Is my soul that precious to you?" Yiggrit found it suspicious even though there was not much he could do either way, he was fully restrained by the great hands already.

{An amusing thought, but no. This is only a game to me, child, mere entertainment. Now, answer.} The creator of the technique responded.

"I will! I will master your technique." Yiggrit, finding himself having no other path toward his goal accepted.

{How hopeful. So be it, I will send your soul to different worlds, and if you manage to collect or tame enough of them.

{Victory is yours, but if you die in one too many of them. You lose. The same applies if your soul ever gets destroyed, of course.} The creator of the technique explained.

"Wait… How many times can I die then? And What happens when I die, Do I go to the next world or come back to the same? And if only my soul is being transferred, what happens to my body? How many worlds are enough worlds?I-" Yiggrit tried to be better informed on the situation, but it did not work.

Just then, he disappeared from the empty place, as if he had never been there as the gray hands covered him, and went away, the same way they came.

{Finally, the game begins. So please rejoice, and enjoy the show, dear observers.} The moon turned to face the screen as it all faded away.