The Copying Hell

Author: Anggaradezz

"I wonder, can a god die? No, wait... are you truly a god?" Those cold words were the last thing I heard before a blade pierced straight through my chest, right atop my very own throne in the fifth dimension. I am Hell. As a higher-dimensional entity who had achieved Zoltra Perfection—mastering every ability that has ever existed—I considered myself a god. To me, the lives of third-dimensional beings were nothing more than fiction and mere entertainment to be watched through my magic orb. It was I who established the absolute law where status, honor, and wealth belong only to those born with superior abilities. It was I who sent legions of monsters down to the lower world simply to liven up the show. And through that same magic orb, I often watched a black-haired little girl being bullied, trampled, and stoned for being born an anomaly—utterly hollow of Zoltra magic energy, devoid of both innate blessings (Given) and learned arts (Skill). Yet, the powerless girl who was supposed to be executed in the sixth-dimensional cosmic prison instead tore the Afterlife apart, breached my palace, and slaughtered me without a shred of hesitation. Even my ocular ability—Copying, which allows me to replicate anyone's memories and powers just by looking into their eyes—only gave me a splitting headache when gazing into her powerless, void-like eyes. Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—death was not the end. Because I had already achieved Zoltra Perfection, my death cast me down into the third dimension, reincarnating me into a frail human body. Stripped of my throne, separated from my angelic subordinates, and with my Zoltra capacity drastically plummeted, I disguised myself as a wanderer named Lieh. At first, I thought I simply needed to repeat Zoltra Perfection from scratch—copying every ability in this universe all over again to climb my way back to the fifth dimension. However, the moment I first opened my eyes in a third-dimensional forest, I came face-to-face with the childhood version of my killer... and she stabbed me through the heart once again with a chillingly faint smile! When I woke up for the second time, I had been thrown into a different timeline—six years further into the future. To survive and gather fragments of information, I was forced to lie and infiltrate the wandering party of Elysia and Tiara, two naive girls who turned out to be the closest friends of my killer: Leiche. I even manipulated their tears and guilt by claiming to be Leiche's older brother, all while secretly using them and their group of children as stepping stones to harvest abilities. But this game turned out to be far more insane and terrifying than I ever anticipated. My subordinates in the upper dimensions have to sift through infinite timelines just to find me, yet Leiche always knows exactly where and when I will reincarnate long before she even kills me. And in the midst of my flight, she appeared once more to shatter my arrogance with a dark truth about the "True God"—the entity behind the creation of all abilities, who demands an absolute price for every power. Just as Elysia's healing ability secretly devours her own lifespan, my Copying ability harbors a fatal curse: every time I copy someone's memories and powers to reclaim my godhood, those temporary memories slowly consume and erase my own original memories. In this lower world I once treated as a mere stage for my amusement, can I reclaim my throne before my mind is completely wiped clean... or am I just one of the many "gods" being hunted down across time and space by a girl with no power at all?