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2025-06-10
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I'm Not Him

Summary:

Luocha, just one week ago, was reborn.

However, instead of the easy, peaceful life he'd expected, foolishly, he was tossed into a dark room of some place called the "Astral Express," and educated of this past incarnations' crimes.

He was taught that an AI and a human fused their consciousnesses in a last ditch effort to remain alive, and only a year later, their efforts had bared fruit and created him.

Pictures of a dead overseer hung up on the wall. Blood. Gore. Bones sticking out of the body, a permanent pained expression.

Three more pictures. A cube, a man with spiky blond hair and green eyes, and a similar man, although one that was thinner, slightly more sickly-looking. One wore purple, the other wore gold.

He's yet to figure out who's who.

But little does he know it yet, he'll be going on a journey of self-discovery with his once-captors, forming new memories while battling the old, making new friends while he's constantly reminded of the past, and answering the vital question.

"Who am I?"

Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary:

Simply a prerequisite, explanatory chapter.

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He is the reincarnation of two famous villains, who, in a last ditch effort to remain alive, fused their powers and created him, bringing their consciousness along with it.

It was their efforts that caught the gaze of the Aeon of the Abundance. 

Creating an immortal by fusing two long lives, and imbuing two consciousnesses—one a human’s, the other that of artificial intelligence—into one… such an act was enough for the Abundance to lay their divine gaze upon him, granting him power.

From the moment that he opened his eyes in the darkness, the blond was thrown into a hidden room and educated of his previous incarnations’ crimes.

He remembered two names. Two names were whispered to him from the moment that he felt that first chill of chains on his wrists, the first shine of light in the darkness. They repeated in his mind, the only memories he bore of his past.

Otto Apocalypse and Void Archives. Those were the names that were beaten into him by his captor day after day. 

But, that captor also gave him a new name, with the intention of, eventually, stripping him of his powers and allowing him freedom. Not without some careful observation, of course.

The name was Luocha.