The first two Chapters serve as an introduction to the main story, while the main character’s real adventure begins in Chapter 3. I suggest you read them as well, as they will help you understand the lore of the book and the main character better. (I promise, they’re interesting and fun.)
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"In the center of the Omniverse was a huge palace, floating in the vast void.
Within its main chamber a figure lay upon a giant bed of obsidian and starlight, watching the open ceiling with bored eyes."
The God of Games murmured in a lazy voice, reaching for a bottle floating beside him. Inside was a black liquid, speckled with shining stars that floated and twinkled in the dark.
It was a wine he’d made himself, distilling four entire galaxies into it, his own recipe, strong enough to dull even a god’s boredom.
He took a long, lazy sip, and the stars in the bottle flickered once before dimming.
Next, he waved a hand toward a hovering bowl, and it drifted obediently to his side.
Inside, small, round, brown orbs floated, never quite touching each other.
Each one was a tiny collapsed star, packed down just enough to hold together without turning into a black hole.
He popped one into his mouth, chewing on the dying sun with a crunch.
It was his version of peanuts.
"I’m so bored. Like nothing even means anything anymore," he complained, clearly irritated, never once realizing he was the one who’d given meaning to countless lives in the first place.
"Hey, Terra," he called, his voice echoing through the chamber.
From the stillness beside his bed, a woman in a simple black and white maid uniform quietly appeared. "Yes, my lord."
"I’m bored," the God of Games let out a heavy sigh.
A faint glimmer crossed Terra’s golden eyes. "What about going on a vacation?"
The God gave her a sidelong glance, a troubled look crossing his face. "I don’t know. Last time I hung out with Creation and Void, things didn’t exactly end well, you know."
Terra didn’t answer. She only lifted her head and looked out into the void, because she knew exactly what he meant.
Something had gone wrong that time, and the God of Void had ended up becoming part of Game’s own landscape.
Then she said, "What about going alone this time? You’re every bit as capable as Lord Creation, after all."
"You mean I should just, what, make somewhere I actually enjoy?"
He didn’t sound too thrilled by the idea, since it wasn’t anything new to him, and that was exactly the problem, nothing he made brought him any joy these days.
Feeling him, Terra added quickly. "You can seal away your powers. Even limit what you know. Spend some time living among lesser beings. There’s bound to be some excitement in starting over from nothing."
Hearing that, the God sat straight up. "You’re right."
A bright hologram sprang up in front of him, a shifting map packed with countless galaxies and planets full of life.
He scrolled lazily through the stars with a flick of his finger, until one small, newly formed planet caught his eye.
He zoomed in with two fingers and studied it closely.
"Plenty of life down there. But something’s missing." He frowned, thinking it over.
"Maybe I can make this place a bit more fun."
As he watched the planet, dark portals, big and small, began opening up all across it, connecting to far corners of the Omniverse, and through them poured creatures of every kind imaginable.
The God took another sip of his cosmic wine, tossed a few star snacks into his mouth, and watched the chaos unfold like it was nothing.
Meanwhile, Terra’s eyes narrowed. "Messing with another god’s territory again? Won’t that cause trouble?"
Turned out the world Game was playing with belonged to someone else entirely.
But he just laughed it off. "Relax. It’ll be fun."
Then he turned back to the screen. "Alright, that should do it. Let’s give them something to fight back with."
Just as humanity teetered on the edge of extinction, invaders pouring through the gates in endless waves, something happened.
People started awakening talents and classes.
Some tore dragons apart with their bare hands.
Some froze whole elven armies solid, or turned giants to ash with a single spell.
A few went even further. They twisted into monstrous, inhuman shapes and vanished into the gates. Moments later they came back out, just as the gates’ light died down behind them.
Watching it all unfold at ten million times normal speed, the God still wasn’t done.
He kept tapping across the screen. "Let’s throw in some MOBA stuff too. Maybe a battle royale. Even a few hidden dungeons running on some TFT system..."
He kept adding whatever came to mind. He was having the time of his life with it.
He wasn’t finished yet.
With a few small tweaks, barely more than a thought, he started pulling the threads of society itself.
First, he gave the strongest of the awakened a little push toward power.
A nudge here, a whisper there. Before long, the whole world had come together under one absolute ruler.
Then came the kingdom, a full return to feudalism. He added a modern twist though, with named guilds.
"Perfect."
Now only one thing was left, transmigrating into the very game-world he’d just built.
"Alright then, Terra. Don’t wait up for dinner. I might be late," he said, and vanished before the words had even settled.
Terra stayed still a moment, head still bowed, then turned to feed the eldritch beasts in the aquarium, only to stop at a voice calling behind her.
"Where’s that bastard?"
A man appeared in the chamber, looking like calamity had taken human shape.
Terra’s brow furrowed at first at the sight of him, but a smile formed on her face as she gave a small bow. "God of Chaos. I was waiting for you."
The sun started sinking behind the horizon, taking the last of its warmth down with it.
People spilled out of offices and schools, filling the streets as the city stirred to life for the evening.
Mana-powered vehicles hummed along, their noise blending into the usual chaos without anyone paying it a second thought.
Then, cutting straight through all that familiarity, one vehicle stood out.
A big white truck sat parked, waiting silently on the roadside. Printed along its side, in blue letters, were the words ’’GOD TRANSPORTATION.’’
Inside sat a young man with a completely ordinary face. Nothing about him stood out, except his eyes, which scanned the world with the focus of someone looking for something very specific.
His gaze landed first on an elderly woman, shouting frantically at someone in the distance.
"Nah. Not her," the God of Games muttered.
Next, his eyes drifted to a man in a black mask, sprinting clumsily through traffic, a worn-out wallet in his hands that clearly wasn’t his.
"Nah," he said again, unimpressed.
Then he spotted a cat lounging on top of a trash bin, grooming itself without a care in the world.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are these things doing here? Better leave them alone."
Finally, across the street, his gaze landed on a young boy in a white school uniform. Shoulders hunched, head down, his eyes as dead as a soul already ground down by the world.
The God of Games’ bored look finally shifted. "There we go."
Without a second thought, he drove the truck straight into oncoming traffic, not caring in the slightest about the wreckage he was about to cause.
The swerving cars, the blaring horns, the screaming people, none of it made him slow down.
Locked onto his one target, he kept driving, ignoring every traffic law there was.
And then...
BAM!
The truck smashed into a wall with a deafening crash, sending pedestrians stumbling and pulling dozens of shocked stares his way.
But that was it. A second later, like nothing had even happened, the city went right back to normal. People went on with their day, and even the ones caught in smaller crashes just climbed back into their dented cars and drove off.
Game stepped out of the wrecked truck like it was nothing and looked down at the schoolboy lying unconscious and bloody on the ground.
"Hey," he said, plain as anything. "Wake up."
The boy twitched at the sound, his fingers jerking first. He mumbled like someone waking from a dream, and slowly his eyes blinked open.
"What...?"
He lay there a few seconds, blinking in confusion, trying to figure out where he was and what had just happened. Then, groaning, he pushed himself up shakily and stared at the man standing over him.
"What happened?" he asked, confused, only for the answer to confuse him even more.
"You died."
"What do you mean I died?" the boy asked, still trying to make sense of it, before following the man’s finger.
That’s when he saw the body, a schoolboy in a white uniform, soaked in blood, limbs bent at wrong angles, the side of his head cracked open.
"That... that’s me?" the boy gasped, stumbling back, only to bump into something he couldn’t even see.
"Relax. Like I said, you died. Nothing to lose your head over," the God of Games said, just as flat as before. "Besides, didn’t look like you were enjoying life all that much anyway."
The boy stared at him, shocked and lost for words. He opened his mouth to say something, but the strange man beat him to it.
"Okay, so I ended your life to take your body, but don’t worry. I’ll bring you back. A brand new life, better setup this time. I won’t even wipe your memories. Sound good?"
The boy blinked, still trying to catch up, but just as he opened his mouth again, the man cut him off once more.
"Fine, I’ll throw in a cheat too. What do you want? Pick fast."
Poor guy still not realizing he was talking to an actual god, missed his chance to answer, so the god just decided for him.
"I’ll give you the 10,000x investment system. Every time you invest in your wives, you’ll get a 10x return. I’ll drop you into a good-looking family, too, genetically blessed and all. Easy mode guaranteed. Anything else before we call it? Don’t come crying to me later, saying I never gave you free will."
He asked but didn’t even wait for an answer, not even giving him a chance to ask why the system was called 10,000x when he only got a 10x return.
"No? Alright then. Have a nice life."
He waved his hand, and the boy’s soul got pulled up into the sky like water down a drain, his scream fading out into nothing as he vanished from the world completely.
The last thing the God of Games saw, right before the boy’s face disappeared, was a big, excited grin.
"Making kids happy these days is way too easy," he muttered with a sigh, and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was inside the schoolboy’s broken, bloodied body.
Slowly, the body stirred. It sat up, then pushed itself to its feet.
By the time it was fully standing, everything had reset. Not a single drop of blood left on him.
A rush of memories poured into his head too, every bit of the boy’s life, from birth to death, flooding in all at once.
The boy had basically been a loser his whole life, no talent for awakening a class, and no luck with girls either.
The bullying he’d gone through at school was just the icing on an already miserable life.
Honestly, it was a pretty solid setup for a villain’s origin story.
Now only one thing was left to make this whole thing even more fun, sealing away his powers, so every struggle along the way would actually mean something.
For the final touch, he closed his eyes once more, and when he opened them again, he was mortal.
"This has to be the biggest nerf anyone’s ever pulled on themselves in the whole universe." He laughed, taking his first mortal step into this new life.
But before he could take another, something stopped him cold.
Chains shot up out of the ground and down from the sky, wrapping tight around his entire body, pinning him in place.
"What is going on?"
He fought against the chains, throwing everything his mortal strength had into breaking free, but nothing worked.
Realizing there was no getting out of this, he looked around, trying to find whoever had done it.
And that’s when he saw the one face he least wanted to see, smiling right at him.
"God of Chaos..." Game spat through gritted teeth, finally understanding that his little vacation was about to turn into his own funeral.
"How?" he asked. He couldn’t figure out how anyone had tracked him down. He’d made sure to hide every trace.
Then he spotted another figure walking slowly up behind Chaos.
"Terra..."
The betrayal hit him like a punch straight to the gut.
But that was only the start.
More figures began appearing around him, one after another, each one staring back with nothing but hate and disgust.
"Destruction. Death. Time. Order. Creation. Fate..."
His voice got quieter with every name, until it faded down into barely a whisper.
"Even you, Life."
He looked straight into her emerald eyes and shouted, "I can’t believe you’re standing with them. I thought we were close, especially after all the lives we created together."
She didn’t say a word. She just looked away, and that told him everything he needed to know.
Every last Origin God stood before him now, all except Void, who was still barely more than a piece of furniture. One single thought burned behind every one of their stares.
"You fake god, you have caused enough trouble for all of us. You really think anyone’s going to stand with you after all the chaos you have brought upon us?"
It was the God of Chaos who finally said it out loud.
"I..." Game tried to answer, but nothing came out, just a strange little sound catching in his throat.
"Pfft..."
Then, before he could stop it, he burst out laughing.
The other gods just exchanged looks, watching him laugh like that in the middle of all this.
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I really did want to play along, but..." Game finally managed to pull himself together, at least a little. "The God of Chaos just blamed someone else for causing chaos. Come on, nobody else finds that funny? Seriously? Don’t hold back. Let it out."
He kept laughing, glancing across each of their faces one by one. But not a single one of them even smiled, and slowly, his own grin faded too.
"You AIs really have no sense of humor."
Then, with visible irritation, he snapped, "Logout."