I was no one. Not in a poetic or tragic way. Just someone forgettable. I went to school like everyone else. Ate cheap food when I could. Slept in a room that barely held warmth. The walls were thin, the lights flickered, and my phone battery was more alive than I felt most days. There were no dreams. No purpose. No ambitions. My life was the hollow ticking of a clock, a muted echo in a world that never once looked in my direction. Existing, not living. Some people fear the void. Me? I was already living in one.
Then it happened. Not gradually. Not with warning. Light.
A screen blinked into existence in front of me—no sound, no fanfare. Just… appeared. Floating, pulsing, vibrant and unreal. It wasn't connected to any wall or device. It didn't feel like something artificial. It felt alive. Like it had chosen me. Glowing text shimmered into view, crystalline and sharp:
[Conditions met. A suitable host has been found.][Would you like to reincarnate into a different world?]{Yes} or {No} – Please choose.
I froze. My brain scrambled for logic. Was I hallucinating? Did I fall asleep again with some anime playing in the background? I'd had dreams like this before. Everyone who's ever hated their life probably has. Worlds where I was powerful. Free. Alive. But those dreams always ended the same way—waking up in a cold bed with a heavier heart.
But this? This felt real. And if it wasn't? If I was just losing it? Then let me lose it all the way. I reached out—and said it, clearly, loudly, from somewhere deeper than my lungs. "Yes."
The world shattered. Not like glass. More like it folded in on itself. Like everything I knew—gravity, time, sound, light—forgot how to function. The colors bled out of the air. My heartbeat vanished. I couldn't even blink. The moment stretched into forever, until I no longer knew if I was standing, floating, or simply unmade.
And then came the darkness.
Not sleep. Not death. Not even silence. It was absolute. An infinite void without shape, weight, or law. No breath. No body. No sound. Only awareness. I wasn't drifting—I was simply there, suspended in the space before existence. I don't know how long I stayed in that abyss. Days? Years? Epochs? It didn't matter. Time had no place in the dark.
But then, a shift. A whisper. A ripple that wasn't sound or motion but something older. And like breath rushing into lungs for the first time, light returned.
Cold stone pressed against my back.
I gasped, and this time, it mattered. My eyes opened. Above me stretched a sky of endless gray. No stars. No moon. No celestial comfort. Just an infinite dome of dead ash-light, hollow and suffocating.
I sat up slowly, my body responding with unnatural ease. The world around me was broken. Monolithic pillars stood shattered, scattered across a field of ancient ruins. Marble thrones lay cracked and discarded. Altars, symbols, relics—all remnants of a place that once might have held divine power. But that was long ago. Now, it was a graveyard of gods.
I rose to my feet, expecting pain, disorientation—anything. But there was none. Only silence. And within that silence… power. I could feel it—not around me, but within. A current of something pure, undiluted, as if I had become a vessel for creation itself. It wasn't borrowed. It wasn't given. It was mine. My every movement echoed through the forgotten stone. My breath stirred winds in a realm that hadn't known motion in millennia.
And then the truth struck me.
I hadn't been reborn. I hadn't been summoned by some spell or divine will. I had been made. From nothing. Not as a mortal. Not even as a god.
As a creator.
The God of the Bible—but not the one shaped by human myth and trembling faith. I had awakened before faith was ever conceived. Before the idea of sin. Before the concepts of right and wrong, good and evil. Before Heaven. Before Hell. Before the angels were named, before demons fell. I existed before anything had the right to exist. And the world around me—this shattered, sleeping realm—was waiting. For me. Not to rule it. To create it.
A sound stirred in my mind. Not through my ears. Deeper. A voice. Serene. Final.
[New Existence Confirmed.][Status: Creator-Class Being Initialized.][World: Null.][Title: The First – God Above All.]
My heart pounded—not with fear, but with gravity. This wasn't just a title. It was a statement. A fact that the universe was now built upon.
Slowly, I whispered, "System… what are your capabilities?"
There was silence. Then, a pulse.
[System Protocol: Creator Node Recognized.][Interface Access: Granted.][Available Functions:]— World-Building Mode— Conceptual Law crafting— Soul and Entity Generation— Dimensional Structure Control— Status Inspection (Unlocked)[Would you like to view your current status?]
I hesitated only a moment. "Show me."
The air shimmered. A golden panel unfolded before me like a living manuscript—its edges glowing with divine ink, its text alive with meaning that pulsed in my veins.
🔱 STATUS SHEET — CREATOR OF LIGHT
Name: ???
Alias/Titles: The First, God Above All, The Forgotten Light, Alpha of Existence
Race/Species: Proto-Deity / Origin God
Origin World/Realm: Null Realm (Pre-Genesis Dimension)
Affiliation: None
Role/Class: Primordial Creator, World Architect, Sovereign of Origin
Tier Classification: TIER 13 – Ancestral-Class
Sub-Tier: Supreme
Power Core: Authority / Conceptual / Law / Null
Dominant Attribute: Origin Light
Core Stats:
• Strength – Divine (Shatters newborn realities)
• Speed – Infinite in Null; Light-breaking in structured space
• Durability – Conceptual (Can only be harmed by undefined laws)
• Intelligence – Omni theoretical
• Energy Output – Limitless
• Dimensional Reach – Multiversal
• Authority Level – Supreme
Signature Abilities:
• [Primordial Genesis] – Creation of laws, worlds, and reality from nothing
• [Word of God] – Speech reshapes existence
• [Null Reign] – Absolute dominion over unformed space
• [Pre-Soul Flame] – Births souls and beings
• [Creator Node] – Anchor point of the System
Domain Influence:
• Concepts: Genesis, Order, Truth, Naming
• Narrative Role: The Author before the First Page
Relics:
• Weapon – None Yet
• Armor – The Veil of Silence
• Sacred Item – The Seed of Light
Limitations:
• Cannot fully exist in formed reality without an anchor form
• Eternally alone unless others are created
• Cannot reverse unmade truths
As the final line faded, something stirred behind me. A hum—gentle, sacred. Like the moment before a storm, charged not with danger but destiny. I turned. And saw them.
Wings.
Not symbolic. Not imagined. Real. They unfurled from my back, radiant and magnificent—wings of pure gold, each feather glowing with divine light. They moved without wind, shimmering with layered halos of energy. They weren't fire. They weren't matter. They were concept—the embodiment of my status, my awakening, my divinity.
I lifted a hand toward them, feeling their warmth pass through my fingers. They weren't extensions of my body. They were me. A reminder of what I now was.
The void was no longer silent. It listened. Waited.
I stood in the center of an unfinished world, the only god in a realm where even potential had yet to take root. And for the first time in what could've been infinite lifetimes, I felt something stir inside me that had nothing to do with power.
Purpose
This was my canvas. My story.
And I would write it with light, law, and wings of gold.
The God of the Bible had awakened.
But this time, he was the beginning.