A man cursed by a god to never forget—no matter how any times he dies and is reborn.

Eons pass. He begins his journey as a frail, fumbling mortal—a fool who takes lifetimes to grasp the simplest of skills. And yet, every death, every failure, every moment of pain is indelibly etched into his being. For him, forgetting is not an option; his memory is both his curse and his strength.

A Cycle of Endless Rebirth

He is no ordinary mortal. He reincarnates into every conceivable form:

As a human laboring in the mud beneath torrential rains—each heavy footstep echoing with sorrow and resolve.

As a monstrous creature, as a divine being, even as a planet or an atom—his souls spread across the cosmos.

In some lives, he dies before he can learn to survive; in others, he endures battles that reshape the very laws of nature.

Pain, despair, and rage are his constant companions. Hell itself becomes merely another station on his eternal journey.

After countless lifetimes, his mind shatters and fragments. He splits his consciousness into myriad personalities—each a repository of every experience, every lesson learned, every loss endured.

In one life, he is a scholar absorbing forbidden lore; in another, a ruthless warlord; in another, a god among mortals. He has been worshipped, reviled, and feared—but always, he remembers.

A Mind Beyond Reality

His memory is infinite, an archive that spans all of time and existence.

Speak to him, and he will recount epochs of history, cosmic secrets, and battles fought beyond mortal ken—because he has lived them all.

He masters every discipline: magic that defies conventional physics, swordsmanship honed on battlefields that span galaxies, and scientific truths that upend the natural order.

His abilities render the universe itself unstable. He is recorded as the number one entity in the Book of Destruction and ranked among the top in the Book of Creation.

Time loops, paradoxes, and fractured realities follow in his wake; his footsteps warp the fabric of space and time.

He has seen civilizations rise and fall, deities ascend and crumble, and entire universes flicker in and out of existence. In his endless memory lie the origins of creation and the echoes of oblivion.

Breaking the Limits of Reincarnation

For him, death is not an end but a tool—a way to perfect his form.

Once he masters a body, he forcibly ends its life to imprison that perfected form within his vast collection.

Over millennia, he builds an arsenal of past selves: each incarnation meticulously preserved, each one honed by the fires of experience.

He can call forth these stored lives at will, unleashing a one-man army of his former selves upon any foe.

His forms are as varied as his memories: he has incarnated as a demon with infernal might, as a benevolent god wielding cosmic energy, as a dragon soaring above burning skies, and even as the very essence of nature itself—a roaring ocean, a blazing star, a crushing black hole.

The more he learns and endures, the more the laws of existence bend and shatter around him. He becomes a singularity of knowledge and power—a living contradiction to the finite nature of mortal life.

In his mind lie memories that predate the known universe; he recalls the birth of time and the silence before creation.

A Universe That Fears Him

His presence is a cataclysm unto itself.

When he walks, the steady pulse of time fractures beneath his feet; when he speaks, the dimensions tremble.

Gods hunt him; civilizations tremble at his approach. Yet he is unmoved by their adoration or their fear. He is beyond their petty ambitions and frailties.

Only a handful of entities—those inscribed in the sacred Books of Creation and Destruction—can hope to stand on his level.

He has spent millions of lifetimes seeking a worthy adversary, yet none have proven equal. His very existence forces the cosmos to reckon with its own impermanence.

Entire universes have bowed before him, and yet, in the quiet moments between battles, he feels the weight of isolation—a burden as immense as the memories he carries.

Greg – The Weapon Beyond Creation

Yet his legend is not defined solely by his endless rebirths or his all-consuming memory. He wields Greg, a weapon that is as enigmatic as it is powerful.

Greg is not forged in the fires of a mortal smith. It is not a mere sword, spear, or axe; it is the condensation of existence itself.

Existing outside of time, Greg is a mass of ever-shifting, amoebic liquid metal—a substance that forms and reforms with every thought of its master.

It is not crafted but conjured. When its name is called, the very atoms around him shudder, coalescing into a weapon whose form defies conventional physics.

Infinitely sharp and adaptive, Greg is a weapon of pure thought—a physical manifestation of his will. It can split into thousands of blades in the blink of an eye, form protective armor, or become chains and shields that bind and devastate.

Under his command, Greg can cut through dimensions, sever the threads of time, and even dismantle the very concept of existence. Its edge is the edge of reality itself.

Greg obeys no laws except those inscribed in his master's soul. To others, it is weightless and intangible; to him, it is an extension of his being—an echo of his infinite power.

Every scar on its surface, every fleeting shape it assumes, tells the story of battles fought and the endless struggle against the forces that would bind him.

Greg is not just a weapon—it is a force of reality, a living testament to his mastery over creation and destruction.

The Final Realization

At the zenith of his power, amid the chaos of war and the shattered remnants of countless realities, he senses an anomaly—a truth that reverberates through the cosmos.

He senses that his entire existence is but a line of text, a story being written by another hand. In that moment of transcendent clarity, he gazes upward, a wry smile playing upon his lips, and whispers:

"There is always a sky beyond the sky."

Then comes the pivotal choice:

He will no longer be a slave to fate—no longer bound by the cycles of reincarnation, no longer constrained by the whims of gods or the immutable laws of reality.

For the first time in all eternity, he decides to break free. He will shatter the chains of destiny and rewrite the very script of existence.

Beyond the Boundaries

But what lies beyond that sky?

What truths await when the one who remembers everything dares to forget?

In his mind, the questions multiply like the infinite forms he has taken. Could there be a reality where the burden of memory is lifted—a world where he can finally be free? Or is the endless cycle of death and rebirth the only path, the only truth?

As he stands on the precipice of all that is known, the cosmos itself seems to hold its breath.

A final, silent challenge is issued to the universe:

If someone dares to put pen to paper and capture this legend, what will they craft? What epic will emerge from the depths of his immortal memory and infinite power?

This is not merely an idea—it is a manifesto of an existence that defies description.

A legend waiting to be written, an inspiration for any writer who dares to dream beyond the confines of reality.

What will you, the storyteller, make of it?