Darkness.
Then, a heartbeat.
And another.
A whirring sound, as if the universe had been rebooted from inside his skull.
When Gabriel opened his eyes, he didn't see the sky. He didn't feel the cold concrete of an operating room, nor the sterile whisper of medical monitors. The first thing he saw was a white ceiling with ornate moldings, illuminated by the soft glow of a chandelier that looked like cut crystal. Everything smelled of polished wood and expensive perfumes.
Heavy sheets, soft as silk, covered his body. But that body... wasn't his own.
He felt lighter. More flexible. Younger.
Surprise turned to alarm when he tried to move and didn't recognize the weight of his own muscles. His breathing quickened. His joints, his reflexes, everything was different.
He was about to sit up when a voice—dry, feminine—stopped him.
"Are you going to wake up now?"
In front of him, standing with a baby in her arms, a young woman with long, straight hair looked at him with a mixture of exhaustion, disappointment, and suppressed fury. Her dark eyes seemed to pierce his soul.
Beside her, a boy—identical to the girl, identical to each other—played absorbedly with a holographic tablet.
Twins.
Gabriel's heart skipped a beat. The kind of leap that couldn't be faked. He didn't know who they were. He didn't know who he was.
But those children… they were his.
"I don't recognize this place," he thought. "I don't recognize this body.
And that woman, I've never seen her.
And yet… why do I feel like I hurt her?"
The young woman spoke again, with a voice that, without shouting, hit him harder than any slap:
"I don't have time for your games, Iker. I'm sick of your silence." If you're going to disappear again, at least say goodbye to your children.
Iker.
The name pierced his chest like a lightning bolt. It wasn't his. But it resonated in his mind with the force of a condemnation.
Before he could respond, an invisible light flashed within his field of vision. It wasn't a hallucination. It was a system. An interface projected directly into his consciousness.
📡 [Synchronization initiated – Codex Absolutum]
"Transfer consciousness detected. Recalibrating neural pattern to host:
Iker Ayala (Physical age: 19 years)
Transfer complete: 99.8%"
Gabriel—now trapped in a foreign body, in a life he couldn't remember—froze. His thoughts were those of a 27-year-old scientist. But his reflection, when he turned his head and glimpsed the mirror opposite the bed, was that of an exhausted teenager, with dark circles under his eyes and a scar on his left eyebrow.
The woman sighed.
"Don't start your amnesia again. What did you do now, Iker?"
And just as he was about to stammer out a response, the interface reappeared with terrifying clarity.
🧠 Welcome to the Absolute Compression System
Brain Capacity Used: 17.2%
Emotional State: Unstable
Active Functions: Observation / Retention / Advanced Synthesis
⚠ Recommendation: Stabilize internal environments.
🎥 Movie Available for Unlock:
Jurassic Park (1993)
📦 Content: Advanced Technology, Biogenetics, Containment Systems, Adaptive AI.
🔐 Status: Locked. Requires full viewing.
🔧 Instruction: Activate secure projector. Private mode recommended.
Gabriel swallowed. He felt a jolt of electricity run down his neck.
"A movie? Technology? What is this madness…?"
But it didn't feel like a joke. It wasn't a fantasy.
He knew it.
He knew it: it was real.
The woman, fed up, turned around with the sleeping girl in her arms. The boy followed, dragging the tablet.
"I'm going to make something to eat. Do whatever you want, Iker… like always."
When the door closed behind them, there was absolute silence.
Gabriel—or Iker, or whatever he was now—slowly stood up. He staggered to the mirror. He touched his own face. He didn't cry. He didn't scream.
He just watched. He calculated. He understood.
He wouldn't inherit this broken life.
He wouldn't try to fix Iker.
He would rebuild it.
From the ruins of that body, from the depths of a scorned existence, Gabriel Ayala would take control. Because if a film could contain impossible knowledge... then the world was asleep.
And he was about to awaken it.
He would build an empire. From the ground up.
One that would make those who had once played gods tremble.
Because now, he was the god.