I Was Not Meant To Exist Chapter 1: Alex Sander

Darkness.

Darkness was everywhere.

There was no sound, no sensation, nothing at all.

I didn’t know how long I had been here. Ti seed to have lost its aning. I didn’t even know whether I could still call myself existing, or if I was rely a fragnt of consciousness that had yet to disappear.

Faint mories surfaced in my mind—blurred and fragnted, like dreams I was about to forget.

Then the feeling returned—sharp, cold, piercing.

A stab through my heart.

The mory struck . My chest ached, even though I no longer felt myself breathing. The sensation was so real that I wanted to scream—yet no sound ca out.

Slowly, the scattered pieces of mory began to form. I rembered people’s expressions. I rembered the cries of war. I rembered the final mont before my vision went dark.

I had died.

The realization left a hollow feeling in my chest. It wasn’t rely sadness—it was a profound sense of loss, as if my entire existence had been torn away from the world without warning. No farewell. No last words. My life had ended without leaving a trace.

Was this death?

Was this the afterlife?

But there was nothing here. No ground, no sky, no boundaries. Only endless darkness.

A dreadful thought crept into my mind.

What if death ant disappearance?

What if I would slowly fade away, until even the mory of myself vanished?

Fear gripped . I forced myself to rember—my na, my face, fragnts of my life—anything, as long as I could rember that I once existed.

Then a gentle voice echoed.

"Are you enjoying yourself in the darkness?"

Beautiful.

Far too beautiful to belong in a place like this.

I was startled.

Where did that voice co from?

And how was I still able to hear?

Before I could think further, the space around began to twist. My body felt as if it were being pulled by sothing unseen, and then—

Splash!

My body crashed into sothing that felt like water, yet solid. Pain spread throughout my body.

"Ah— that hurts..."

I froze.

I could hear my own voice.

Sensation returned to my skin, and sothing so simple made relief fill my chest. I could still feel. I hadn’t completely disappeared.

I slowly stood up. The place was still dark, but now I could see my feet, my hands—my own body—the existence I had just doubted monts ago.

"What is this...? Where am I...?"

The sa voice spoke again, now clearly coming from behind .

"Welco, human."

I turned toward the source of the voice.

Sitting atop a large rock was a woman. Her beauty was beyond description. Her white hair flowed like a river of ice, reflecting a soft glow. Her snow-white eyes gazed calmly yet coldly. Her skin shimred faintly, as if illuminated by moonlight.

Beautiful—but not human beauty.

Sothing beyond that.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Why am I here?

She smiled faintly.

"You should know better than anyone why you are here, Adrian."

She spoke my na so casually that my heart skipped a beat.

"How do you know my na?"

"You have died," she said calmly. "And the darkness you experienced earlier was the path to the afterlife."

I lowered my head. Even though I had suspected it, hearing the truth spoken aloud made my chest feel heavy. My life had truly ended.

"But don’t worry."

Her voice softened.

"I pulled you away from that path and brought you here because I have sothing to offer."

I looked at her.

"An offer...?"

The woman stepped down from the rock and approached silently.

"I can give you a second life. In a world different from your own."

My expression turned confused.

"A different world...? Does sothing like that really exist?"

She smiled and raised her hand toward the sky.

The darkness above us split open, revealing another world.

Cities rose high with futuristic buildings. Lights floated in the air. Roads unlike anything I had ever seen stretched between towers of tal and glass.

But the scene changed.

Flas devoured the buildings. The sky turned red with smoke. Rivers darkened with waste. Bodies lay scattered across the streets. Silent screams hung in the air.

Then vast battlefields appeared, filled with monsters. Demon-like beings towered in the distance, their gazes overflowing with hatred and destruction.

"That world is beautiful," she said softly.

A trace of longing appeared on her face.

"But it has been trapped in war for thousands of years. Its enemies are demons and monsters born from the world itself."

The image shifted again.

Figures of various races stood amid destruction, holding weapons with unwavering determination.

"They are the ones who will end the war and bring peace."

The sky changed once more, revealing my own figure—as if a giant mirror stood before —before transforming into an unfamiliar young man with emotionless black eyes and short black hair swaying in the wind.

The mysterious woman pointed at .

"And you are one of them."

I pointed at myself in confusion.

"? Why ? I co from a different world. I don’t have the ability to do sothing like that."

She shook her head.

"You do, Adrian," she said calmly. "You always have."

She looked straight into my eyes.

"I need soone unexpected. Soone who can lead those who are still fragile. Soone capable of pushing others to reach their highest potential."

She smiled faintly.

"Do not underestimate yourself, Adrian."

My expression darkened.

"What happens if I refuse?" I asked hesitantly.

Her expression turned cold.

"You will return to that darkness," she replied, her voice now colder.

"And at the end of it... perhaps hell."

My brow tightened as cold sweat ran down my back. I held my head with both hands.

"Hell? Damn... shouldn’t it be heaven?"

She shrugged.

"With all your sins, hell is more likely. By living this second life, at least you won’t go there for now. And perhaps the sins of your previous life will be erased."

I looked at her with hope.

"If I succeed... do I get sothing?"

"Yes," she nodded. "You will receive a reward."

I fell silent. The choice felt bitter, yet clear. Return to endless emptiness, or live a second life in a world at war.

"Alright," I finally said. "I’ll do it."

She clapped her hands softly and smiled brightly—a sharp contrast to her cold gaze.

"Good. My ti is limited."

She touched my hand. Warm. When she pulled away, nothing remained.

"You will learn about your reward once you arrive there."

She smiled again.

"From now on, your na is Alex Sander. Live your life as Alex Sander. Do not forget it."

I looked at her, trying to morize her beautiful face.

"Alex Sander... that’s a cool na."

White light began to consu everything.

I spoke for the last ti.

"We’ve talked for so long," I said as everything faded,

"but I still don’t know who you are."

She smiled, her expression full of mystery.

"You will know later," she replied.

Tears slipped from her eyes unintentionally.

"Now wake up, Alex Sander, and fight. Good luck."