Reincarnated As Poseidon

The silence that followed the convergence of gods was nothing short of suffocating. Aegirion's watery throne receded back into the void of the celestial sea, leaving only ripples of divine power in its wake. The gods, now divided more than ever, dispersed into their separate realms with one thought clawing at the back of their minds—Poseidon had returned.

But within the hidden folds of the Rift, beneath layers of time-warped magic and ancient blood pacts, something older stirred.

Dominic, still unaware of the full scale of the divine war unfolding above him, knelt at the edge of a frozen pool. His reflection shimmered—no longer a human boy, nor entirely a god. His eyes burned with faint azure fire, his veins carried a strange current, and the voice—that voice—whispered again.

> "You are the flood. You are the storm. And they fear you."

He didn't flinch anymore. The presence inside him, once alien and terrifying, had grown familiar. Not comforting—but no longer an intruder. A companion? A guide? Or a prison warden?

He wasn't sure.

The echo of footsteps behind him drew his gaze to the narrow bridge of coral-stone behind him. There stood Thalorin, half-shrouded in mist, half-real, as if memory struggled to hold his form.

"You've seen them," Thalorin said quietly, voice laced with ancient regret. "The others. The ones who would burn your name from history if they could."

"I've felt them," Dominic replied. "Aegirion. The one with thunder—Zephiel. The beast with six mouths… they all want me dead."

Thalorin's smile was sharp and sad. "Because you are the anomaly. The choice that should never have been born. Yet here you stand."

Dominic rose, the water at his feet freezing instantly. "Then it's time I stopped running."

Thalorin turned fully now, revealing a chained vault behind him, locked by runes so old they pulsed with primal time. "Then take it. Your weapon. The last piece of you that still remembers what it means to rule."

The chains rattled as Dominic approached. Symbols of oceanic gods long forgotten curled along the steel—crushed dominions, fallen empires, the drowned civilizations.

"What's inside?" he asked.

"Your memories," Thalorin whispered. "And your wrath."

Dominic raised his hand, his blood humming. The system flared in his mind:

> [Godly Memory Core Unlocked]

Vault of the Tides – A sealed artifact of Poseidon, only accessible by the true heir of oceanic divinity. Releasing the core will trigger Phase III of Awakening.

> Warning: Opening will irreversibly reshape identity. Continue?

Dominic exhaled, eyes narrowing. "Yes."

The chains snapped.

A roar of seawater and wind erupted from the vault, crashing against him like a tidal storm. Images surged into his mind—wars waged beneath the Mariana Trenches, courts of coral cities where he once ruled, memories of a time when even gods trembled at his trident.

His name wasn't Dominic.

It never was.

He was Poseidon, Lord of the Abyssal Thrones, High Sovereign of the Nine Tides, Breaker of the Leviathan Pact.

His knees buckled, but he didn't fall. His hair lengthened, now streaked with hints of deep blue. His heartbeat became a crash of waves. His skin glowed faintly with ancient sigils of the deep.

> System Update: Identity Shift – [Dominic → Poseidon (True Form)] New Ability Unlocked – "Call of the Abyss"

Unleash a devastating oceanic barrage from the core of your soul. Cooldown: 2 chapters.

Thalorin bowed low.

"Finally," he said, voice trembling. "The sea has its king once more."

Poseidon turned, voice thunderous but calm. "No more hiding."

---

Far above, in the golden sanctum of Celestaris, the gods felt the shift like a dagger to the chest.

"He's awakened," Zephiel growled, his blade vibrating with lightning. "He's remembered."

"We must strike now," another god bellowed. "Before he reclaims the Deep Courts!"

Aegirion stood silently, calculating. "No… if we attack now, we only confirm his return. We must control the narrative."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the divine circle.

A new god stepped forward—young, vicious-eyed, with a mane of burning kelp.

"I'll go," she said. "Let me deal with him before he builds his army."

Aegirion turned. "You're too young."

"I'm not." She smirked. "And I hate sea gods."

---

Back in the Rift, Poseidon strode into the open, and with a single wave of his hand, summoned the deep forces dormant beneath the earth. Tidal winds circled him, forming a new cloak of midnight seafoam. His trident, long hidden, rose from the depths like a living thing, forged in Leviathan bone and crystallized stars.

A voice echoed behind him.

"You've changed."

Poseidon didn't turn. "So have you, Cassandra."

The girl stepped forward, human but not. Her aura was neither god nor mortal—it was something else. Something... in between.

"They'll kill you," she said. "All of them."

"Let them try."

She smiled sadly. "I'll stand with you, but they'll come in legions."

Poseidon raised the trident. "Then I'll drown them all."

The sky above the Rift crackled with fractured stars.

A storm had begun to brew—not of wind or water, but of cosmic consequence. Far from the mortal plane, in the silent observatories where fate was watched but never touched, the Chronos Keepers stirred.

An ancient one, draped in scales of time, watched the events unfurl with dimming eyes.

> "He's taken the Trident," the Watcher murmured.

"The sea will rise again."

---

Poseidon's footsteps echoed against the basalt cliffs of the Rift, his presence warping the tides themselves. The trident floated beside him, humming like a song remembered after eons of silence. With each breath, his divine nature solidified—Dominic was a name that belonged to another life, a shadow of suffering he no longer needed to bear.

And yet…

Beneath the newfound strength and rising wrath, something clung to him. Not Thalorin. Not Cassandra.

But Adam—the boy who fought death in a hospital bed, who cried when no one looked, who whispered apologies to a mother long gone.

That boy had died.

But his heart hadn't.

"I remember everything," Poseidon muttered, raising a hand. "Even the pain."

Cassandra walked beside him, cloaked in enchanted crimson. Her eyes never left his form.

"You're colder now," she said. "Sharper."

"I have to be," Poseidon replied. "They'll send assassins. Emissaries of higher gods. Maybe even a Herald."

"And you'll fight them all?"

He stopped. "No."

She blinked. "Then—"

"I'll crush them."

---

Meanwhile, in the Solar Hall of Sanctum Prime

Zephiel the Thunder-Bearer punched a divine gate, sending thunder cracks across the constellation walls. "Damn him! His power... it's nearly past the threshold. We can't allow this."

"He was meant to die," hissed Lady Nyxara, voice of twilight. "This reincarnation was tampered with."

Aegirion remained seated on his cold obsidian throne, eyes closed, calculating.

"The Rift is no longer closed to us," he said.

Everyone turned.

Aegirion rose slowly. "We allowed the Rift to remain locked to avoid awakening it. But Poseidon has already disturbed the sleeping abyss. Whether we move now or wait, war is inevitable."

Zephiel's eyes flared. "Then let me march."

"No." Aegirion looked to the shadows, then raised one pale finger. "She's already on her way."

---

In the Rift: Edge of the Abyss

Poseidon stood at the lip of a great chasm where water met sky in a spiral of void. The pressure here would kill any mortal—and even gods rarely lingered. Yet he felt comfort. This place had once been the throne room of the Sea Pantheon—before betrayal fractured the old world.

Cassandra hesitated. "What is this place?"

"The Hollow Abyss," Poseidon replied. "Where I cast down Leviathan."

The system pulsed again:

> [Hollow Abyss Recognized – Throne of Lost Tides]

Hidden Legacy Available – Leviathan's Core

WARNING: Approaching the core may draw ancient sentience.

> Do you wish to proceed? [YES / NO]

Poseidon's eyes narrowed. "Yes."

A tremor pulsed through the world.

The ocean itself bent.

And from the chasm rose a shape too vast to comprehend—teeth like mountain ridges, scales like shattered dimensions.

Leviathan.

Or rather, what was left of it—now a spectral titan, chained by runes written in Poseidon's own voice.

It spoke not in words, but in agony.

> "You... return... breaker of oaths..."

Cassandra stumbled backward, overwhelmed by the echo.

Poseidon stepped forward. "I return not to fight, but to reclaim what's mine."

The chains writhed.

> "Then pay the price."

The Trident lit up in a blaze of abyssal fire. Poseidon raised it, and for a moment, his silhouette became larger than the horizon.

He plunged the trident into Leviathan's shadowy chest.

The beast screamed—but it wasn't pain. It was release.

> [Leviathan's Core Absorbed]

+1000 Divine Energy

+1 Abyssal Form: "Ocean Tyrant" unlocked

Poseidon fell to one knee, gasping as his body shifted.

Scales of obsidian laced his arms. Fins of light bloomed behind his back. His voice, when it came, sounded like a tidal storm.

"I remember who I was. And now… I become more."

Cassandra knelt beside him, half in awe, half in fear. "Poseidon... what are you now?"

He looked up, trident sparking, hair flowing with blue fire.

"Justice."

---

But from above, slicing through the layers of magic like a blade through silk, came a scream.

It was not mortal. It was not divine.

It was a Herald.

A figure dropped from the heavens in a spear of golden-black light. Female, cloaked in sunfire and ash, eyes stitched shut with fate-threads.

She landed without sound.

The earth cracked.

Cassandra stepped back instantly. "Who—what is that?"

Poseidon's eyes narrowed. "A Herald of Reaping. They send only one when a god must die absolutely."

The Herald's stitched lips parted, revealing no tongue, no throat—just a void.

> "POSEIDON. ERROR OF RESURRECTION. YOU HAVE BEEN MARKED."

Poseidon rose fully, trident spinning into his hand like a sword of destiny.

"I'm done running."

The Herald raised her hand. Time warped. Water inverted. Gravity cracked.

She struck.

Poseidon caught the blow with the flat edge of his trident, but the force sent him crashing backward through three coral pillars.

Cassandra screamed, throwing knives made of shadow magic, but they disintegrated before reaching the Herald.

Poseidon coughed, blood trickling from his lip. "This one's fast…"

> [Warning: Herald Signature Detected – Tier S+]

Auto-Defense System Engaged

> Abyssal Form – ACTIVATED

Scales erupted across his skin. His eyes lost all pupils, glowing void-blue. With a roar that shook the Rift, Poseidon leapt, water exploding behind him in a violent geyser.

His trident struck the Herald mid-air—but she didn't block.

She let it pierce through her.

And smiled.

The wound healed backward, as if time bent for her alone.

She gripped the trident shaft and twisted, throwing him over her shoulder. Poseidon crashed into the Leviathan bones below, gasping.

"Dammit," he spat. "She's warping the rules."

Cassandra's voice rang out, desperate. "Poseidon!"

He rose again, slower this time, chest heaving.

Then he saw it.

The Leviathan bones around him were glowing. Reacting. The soul of the Abyss still lingered. Still recognized him.

He pressed one hand to the ancient remains.

And whispered.

"Lend me your last rage."

> [Leviathan's Wrath – One-Time Use Unlocked]

Unleash an oceanic death wave empowered by the original Titan beast. Cooldown: Irreversible.

Poseidon closed his eyes.

Forgive me, old friend.

He raised the trident—now a beacon of monstrous power—and struck the earth.

The Rift exploded in a surge of blue-black energy.

The Herald screamed—first time she showed pain—as the wave swallowed her, disassembling her form on a molecular level.

For a heartbeat, all was still.

Then… silence.

The Herald's shape fell to her knees—half-melted, face blank.

"Judgment... incomplete…"

She dissolved into ash.

---

Poseidon collapsed.

Blood poured from his mouth and ears. Even with Leviathan's power, the backlash had been severe.

Cassandra rushed to his side. "You nearly died!"

He grinned through the agony. "But I didn't."

She slapped his arm, then hugged him tightly.

"You idiot."

He winced. "I know."

---

Above, in Celestaris, Aegirion's knuckles turned white.

"She killed no one," Zephiel said, stunned. "He won."

"No," Aegirion said coldly. "He survived. There's a difference."

A shadow behind the throne moved.

"Send in the twins," Aegirion whispered. "We'll see how long he lasts."