Dark. Quiet. Empty.
The last moments of my life weren't anything dramatic. No tearful goodbyes. No regrets. Just a blur of streetlights, the screech of tires, and the dull impact of cold metal against my body.
A truck. How cliché.
I used to be just another nobody—a shut-in with no real presence in the world. No friends, no future, no real ambitions. I just existed. The only thing I ever wanted was to be noticed, to be someone. But the world never cared, and in the end, I faded away like I never existed.
I thought that was it.
But then... I woke up.
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Chapter 1: The Birth of Dark Matter
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital. I wasn't even in my own body anymore.
I was floating.
Surrounded by an endless void of swirling galaxies and collapsing stars, I felt weightless, yet powerful—like my very soul had been ripped apart and reconstructed into something... beyond human.
Then I heard it. A voice, deep and ancient, echoing from the very fabric of the cosmos.
"You are unworthy."
Before I could react, knowledge flooded into me—visions of twelve cosmic beings, the personifications of the universe itself. The Heavenly Bodies. Gods among gods.
I saw the Sun, burning with absolute authority.
The Moon, ever-watchful and calculating.
The Black Hole, a void that devoured all.
And among them was Dark Matter—a force so powerful, so feared, that even the gods themselves exiled him.
Then I realized… I was him.