Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Harry's eyes dropped to the floor, his heart pounding with disbelief. Standing before him was his mother—not just a familiar face, but the mother from his other life, the one he lost in the dream that he had tried to convince himself was merely fiction. But how could that be?
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"No, it was not a dream, Harry," his mother said softly, as if she could read his thoughts. "You died in that life… again."

Harry's head spun. He stumbled backward, struggling to understand. If he had died in that life, then why was he here, living in this shell, as if his old life had been nothing but a cruel fantasy?

"But, Mum… you died," he stammered, the words nearly choking him. "Why did you have to die?"

The question sliced through her, and he could see the glisten of tears in her eyes. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him as if trying to shield him from a truth too painful to bear. Her warmth was both familiar and heartbreaking, and for a moment, it felt as if the world had stopped, holding just the two of them together.

"I had to, Harry. The Fates demanded it. They told me it was the only way…" Her words broke, a fresh wave of pain washing over her.

The Fates. The ones who twisted lives with merciless precision. But for what purpose? And why was he standing here, alive, while she…

He pulled away from her, his face twisted with confusion and hurt. "What are you saying, Mum? I don't… I don't understand." His voice trembled, each word a battle to speak.

"If I hadn't died," she explained gently, "you would have continued living in misery here as Harry, struggling on the streets, barely surviving. You would have wasted away, with nothing left for yourself." Her hand came up, softly touching his cheek, but he recoiled, the bitterness rising within him.

"How can you even recognize me?" he whispered. "I don't even look like him. I'm not your son—just a soul that took his place, just a shell that killed whatever was left of him." His words were a raw edge, exposing the shame he carried deep within. "I love you, but… I don't belong there anymore."

His mother's face fell, but she didn't turn away. "Then why can't you move on, Harry? Why can't you let go?" Her voice was tender yet piercing, an invitation for him to confront his own heart.

For a moment, he was silent, grappling with the truth he'd buried. She continued, her tone unwavering. "No matter what you look like or where you come from, you are still my son. And Kyota… that world needs you, Harry. Kyota and Earth are under attack. The Fatek have taken the weapon you once searched for, and they've subdued the core of every human on Earth.

No one can resist them anymore. Your friends are on a mission, but they won't succeed without you. You either return as Axel or you stay here, fading away as Harry."

Harry's heart clenched, desperation mingling with fear. "How do you know this?" he demanded, as if hoping she'd reveal some logical explanation.

His mother just smiled, a gentle sadness in her gaze as she brushed a hand across his hair. "My essence is bound to the stars, Harry. I can see more than you realize." She paused, her eyes brimming with both sorrow and pride. "But my time here is almost over. Please… remember to tell Luxiam that I love him, and… your sister, too. Tell her…"

She didn't finish. In the next instant, the familiar features of his mother's face melted away, leaving only the kind, but ordinary woman who had come to his aid earlier, her expression unreadable. She gave him a gentle nod, then walked back to her desk, leaving him staring, caught between worlds.

His heart sank, as the weight of realization fell over him. 'While I've been here, dragging myself through this miserable life, my family, my friends… they've all been fighting. They've all been suffering.' His fists clenched, guilt clawing at him.

The hours passed in a daze. He shuffled through the workday, his thoughts a chaotic tangle, his mind elsewhere. During the break, he found himself slipping away from the others, climbing up to the rooftop to escape the noise.

'How can I go back?' he thought, pacing back and forth on the edge of the roof. 'The first time, I died. Death was my passage back. But could it really be so simple again?' He stopped, gazing over the edge, his heart pounding. It was a twenty-story fall. Terrifying, yet a necessary leap into the unknown.

Every nerve in his body screamed against the idea, cold dread chilling his spine as he looked down. This was different from any danger he'd faced as Axel—there, he'd had strength, power, but here he was just Harry, vulnerable, frail.

But then he closed his eyes, summoning the memories that had sustained him. The faces of his friends. Trisha's laughter. Luxiam's warmth. His sister's smile, brimming with hope. The life he'd had, the life he was born to lead, was waiting for him.

All he had to do was take the plunge.

'Goodbye, miserable world,' he thought, a strange calm settling over him. He stepped forward, spreading his arms as if welcoming the descent. The wind tore past him, a brutal rush, the ground growing closer and closer.

'It's okay,' he told himself as his vision blurred, the lights below fading in a final embrace.

Splat!

**Author's note***

The story gets even more complicated. I can't believe Harry chose to die like this, he could have stabbed himself or maybe poison. But he chose to get squashed. Just kidding, thanks for reading.

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