Prologue
It's been said that there are infinite worlds and universes, and in some of them, there's bound to be some people that are similar. Two or more people may be the same, but from different worlds, and therefore, different rules. Some worlds may use magic, others, people can fly without planes, and some may be technologically advanced. Some, however, are not so fortunate. With some worlds on the brink of destruction, some where humanity is barely hanging onto existence, and some where war is a completely normal thing, the world and it's people are bound to be forgotten. The universe is a big place and has many people.
The gods saw the thriving worlds, and smiled at the progress they made. But when they looked at the dying worlds, they felt saddened. Since creating the worlds, they haven't been able to interfere, due to a pact they made. They agreed that they would not destroy each other's created universe nor tamper with them. The gods that created the worlds that are currently dying failed to care about the people.
A god, who was very saddened about this, felt something needed to be done. They thought for a while, until they came to a conclusion. 'In all of these worlds that we've made,' they thought, 'most of the gene codes we used, we borrowed from each other. Some are the exact same. They just follow the rules of the world they were born in. I need to find the one with the most potential.' They looked through each universe, and in each, they only saw one that truly had promise. "He's the one. Now I just hope the next part of this works," they said to them self.
The god confronted the rest of the gods, and made a proposal to them. "If you allow me to, I shall choose one person from a world, and they shall inherit the powers and abilities of the versions of them that die." The gods murmured amongst themselves for a while. "Why should we allow this to happen?" one god asked. "Because I feel someone should carry on from the dying worlds. Someone should be able to tell tales from their worlds. The memory should be preserved. I feel it would help some worlds, should this be allowed," they replied. "And what if they obtain the power to overthrow us?" another god asked. "I can assure you, that will not happen. In the case that it does, however, you will be allowed to destroy him with your destructive power, myself, and the universe they came from." They murmured amongst themselves again. "Very well," one of them said. "We shall let you choose one to inherit the other versions of him or herself. The god nodded and showed them the human they would put the enchantment on.
The gods gathered in a circle. The one who proposed the idea spoke out. "Let the man who receives this gift not see it as a curse. For this gift is to help his own world, and preserve the memories of those passed. Let the power he receives be used for good, and not evil, for prosperity and not destruction, and to aid those in need, not destroy them." A brilliant white light radiated from the gods in the circle, shot out to a few universes, then disappeared. "I hope you are right about using the power for good," one god said. "I keep my word. Should you need to destroy him, you may destroy me and the universe I created," they replied.