Good evening.

My name is WhiteSamurai.

I'm sure that many of you have probably been confused as to what is really happening with Ant Tensei. Why did I say (Final Chapter) on Chapter 14? Well, the simple reason is that I'm rewriting Ant Tensei, starting from the beginning.

I decided to do this several months back after I had received enough positive feedback about the story that led me to decide to rebuild the story. No, not change it, or the path I wanted to go with the story, but to flesh it out, and develop the characters far better than I did. The reason is because I wasn't actually trying to make a real story until roughly Chapter 8 and up. Why was that? It was because originally, Ant Tensei was just intended to be a satire based comedy series that I wrote for myself to have some laughs and then drop. The people reading it wanted otherwise, and I tried my best to change directions midway for them. Well... while I did my best, the fact that I wasn't thinking long term was hurting the development of the story. It became either, keep going and let the story suffer and have far less development than it should, or rewrite it and see if those reading it still like it that way. Of course if after I hit 14 chapters of the Redux people don't like it as much as the Original, i'll gladly take the Original backup. I'm trying to cater best to the enjoyability of the readers through my own story. So if I wasn't giving you the 'Best' I was capable of, I wouldn't feel it was 'My' story.

Redux aims to be Ant Tensei's Original, yet more. My plans with it look far into the horizon, hundreds of chapters from now, through many battles and trials that the characters will face, many surprises and twisting paths that they will walk upon. Redux isn't changing Ant Tensei, it IS Ant Tensei. Removing all of the unnecessary pieces that damage the intended mentalities of my characters while greatly increasing the level of character development in the story. More characters, more scenes, more detail, more lore. In a sense, Redux is merely, more. Instead of just editing the (Original)'s chapters, it was better to start from scratch and follow the same path, seeing just how different my writing of the story becomes when I'm serious, rather than constantly laughing to myself ^^

Just for those curious as to how Ant Tensei Redux will look, here's the NEW synopsis for Redux and the first two pages of the Ant Tensei Redux Prologue to whet your appetites.

(Synopsis):

Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it, yet for some reason it has always repeated itself. The tides of destiny and the passing of time are unstoppable forces that dictate our lives and paths. Yet, within a single point in time, within a single universe, on a single planet, a single being was born of tragedy and suffering, to break this cycle. This man, was named by those who followed him, as Aristocles. Through sheer willpower and unsurmounted tact and wisdom gained through research and study to become closer to being human himself, he became something more, more than just human. Over time he became hope, a hope in a better tomorrow, a hope in a future. No matter the crisis at hand, this man eventually rose up to defend humanity in their darkest hour, nearly leading them to a great victory. It was then, that they destroyed the world?!

Join us in the journey of life and death that was forged by this unbelievable life. A journey of pain, a journey of enlightenment, a journey left behind into the chronicles of the universe that one could truly say, no matter how far into the future one goes, truly made a difference.

(Sneak Peek):

Life…

It’s so short isn’t it.

No matter how long you seem to walk in any direction, eventually you find a dead end.

At the end, I now wonder just what I tried to live for, what my true purpose was. Why did I keep taking another step when the end is inevitable. When in the end of all ends, one cannot see a meaning to walk that next step.

So, why did I take that next step..?

I never really felt anything, my heart chilled with the frost of indifference and longing. To gaze as far as I dared, to think as deep as I thought, to do what I have done. Why did I take that next step?

There’s always that question… whenever I took that next step… why… why did I keep going… why did I take another step… why did I not just give up… why did I keep fighting… why did I struggle… why did I teach… why did I learn… why did I lead… why did I survive… why did I do what I did…

I… I…. why…

That word…. why…

As I stare at this broken sky, into the endless void of space ever growing closer to this dying body of mine, this word still yet ponders in my mind…

Why did I do… what I did…

At the end… was all I did… all I built… all I taught…. really pointless?

If that was so… why do I feel… so… content?

Perhaps… there was something in my life… that was worth something?

But… what did I do that meant anything? If this is the result of all I’ve done… then what was the point? I merely wait here, floating in the vacume of all ends yet no beginnings, waiting for the silence to overcome.

Was there any reason at all?

Perhaps… i’m still alive right now… if there’s anything at all, I might as well reflect on my life… if there’s anything I can do for the sake of all i’ve done, it’s pass on while remembering my life with contentment. Whether or not my life was pointless or not will be left to the universe of time to decide, for in my failure, I leave no heir to succeed any memory. As it was planned in the greater extent of reality, humanity has fallen, it stands my great failure for such an event, my shame that shall not be carried by a single soul of the living, yet carried by all of the damned.

In this supposed life I carried with me, one could say that I was different, perhaps called special by some, yet lived as but a curse.

I can't say what really occured at the time of my birth, not many children could if one shared a creation such as my own. In my efforts, I stood to understand several things about my existance. This husk called a body holds a great instability, that is to say my cells hardly could be called orthodox in their development. The cellular divisions casting shadows over a normal organism. Organs missing, organs developing that have never existed in any species, from what little could be found about my creation I could only have a brief picture.

If I were to be described during my early years, essentially, I was a living tumor.

My DNA was a complete mess. When I was born, I had multiple sets of every single chromosome, my cells dividing and dying randomly as they mutated further and further.

For the first year of my life, I was merely kept alive at a research facility in the broken-down country of my birth. Such a small and destitute place with no military power at all. If not for the oil produced there, there would not have even been a nation there at all.

The scientists played with my body, injecting various liquids and using various devices on my body. I will never know for sure how much of what I am... was, was a result of their work, and what was my intended existance. All I can ever believe... all I could ever believe... is that my existance was something rejected by fate, yet was not eliminated, as all that which goes against the flow of destiny commonly are.

Such was my life, to go against all that stood, all that was believed, to know what I know and walk on the path yet pathed. It mattered not the destination, yet as I wait here, within this fallen world upon which there shall never be another dawn, perhaps that is the very 'fate' of those who walk against the tides of destiny.

My first memories formed in that white box… their tests and trials continuously without end. Arms were severed only to regrow with some several injections and some powder being forced into the wounds. An eye being split would reform after a few days, my body not dying after my throat was cut and continuously bleeding.

My cells would always generate faster than anything. No matter the test, no matter the damage, that husk would always reform.

For me, well, you could say that there really wasn’t a ‘me’ at that point, there was only a continually growing sack of flesh that was constantly being tested and abused. The very depths of human testing and indifference.

One can't blame them though. Honestly, that thing was nothing, merely a sack of flesh. Even if it had memory, all that memory held was the various experiments upon it and nothing more.

Normally in such a tale, there would be some researcher that would show the flesh kindness, teach it to speak and feel, then the creature would rescue the researcher, who was opposite gender of course, when they were caught going against regulations and whisk away to a happily ever after.

Of course this wasn’t the case.

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This is but a fragment of how large the Prologue truly will become. Currently it stands at roughly 30 pages, only to probably be double the size by the time of its release. For those who read it without spoiling it for those who haven't, the Prologue follows the initial main character and ends with the rise of the Firebreed.

Stay Tuned~

~White