God of Synthesis: The Anti-Hero's Tale
Oscar Sytoz bears many names across countless realms—The Alchemist, The Synthesizer, The Variable, The Seducer—titles whispered with equal measures of reverence and fear. But his eternal enemy, the final harbinger of destruction and nothingness, knows him by more revealing designations: The Anomaly, The Vile One, and most curiously, The Cat-like Regressor.
You might expect the bearer of such grand titles to be a paragon of virtue, a champion of light standing against encroaching darkness. You would be wrong.
"These imbeciles call me a hero when I'm practically swindling them," Oscar mutters as he exchanges a mere fraction of his power—just enough to save a desperate race—for resources that serve his own agenda. His calculating eyes already focused on the next opportunity, the next advantage to seize.
Oscar harbors no grand ambitions of saving worlds or redeeming souls. His motivations are refreshingly straightforward: to live, to survive, to protect those few he genuinely cares about, and most importantly, to enjoy whatever precious moments of peace he can steal with his beloved wives.
Hero? The very thought makes him scoff. "There already is one," he'll tell you with biting contempt, "and he's doing a spectacularly terrible job at it."
In this vast cosmic game where gods and primordials clash for the fate of everything, Oscar prefers to remain the shadow in the corner—the background character who sees all while carefully cultivating the appearance of insignificance. Until, of course, circumstances force his hand.
This is not the saga of a chosen one destined for greatness.
This is the tale of a survivor—cunning, ruthless when necessary, and infinitely adaptable.
This is the story of Oscar Sytoz, The God of Synthesis—a man who has learned that true power lies not in being recognized as a hero, but in being underestimated until it's far too late.
