As the last of the gods stepped through the Gate, the atmosphere shifted. The mont was heavy, charged with an unspoken anticipation.
A newly created realm lay beyond, untouched and untested, waiting for its creator to shape its fate.
Zar stood outside, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unreadable. The golden threads of existence still lingered in the air behind him, slowly fading as they wove themselves into the foundation of this reality.
Then, without turning, he spoke—his voice calm and laced with friendly tone.
"Now then, System. Can you provide so beings to act as enemies for the lesser gods?"
His words were casual, but his aning was absolute. He hadn't created any threats for them yet.
The System gave a soft chuckle, its tone carrying the usual playful edge.
["Why don't you just create them yourself? After all, you can create life now."]
Zar didn't even hesitate. "Nah."
The silence that followed wasn't from a lack of understanding. It was from the sheer audacity of the refusal.
The System's voice carried an almost amused curiosity. ["Why not? You do realize what this ans, don't you? Even among the gods in Nexus Academy, there are very few who can do what you can now."]
Zar exhaled, rubbing the back of his head. His voice was oddly hesitant.
"It's just that... I don't like the idea of creating life."
His tone was uncertain, like he was preparing for the System's inevitable mockery.
But instead—
["Alright, I'll help you."]
Zar blinked. "...No mockery?"
The System let out a rare sigh.
["That's one thing even I won't force on you, Zar."]
There was a brief mont of silence—one of understanding.
But before Zar could even process it, the System snapped its imaginary fingers.
And then—
A blinding beam of golden light erupted from Zar's chest, tearing through the very fabric of reality.
The sheer force of it shattered the space before him, sending ripples of distortion across the void. The beam wasn't just moving forward—it was tearing through dinsions themselves, slipping beyond this verse like an arrow piercing through layers of existence.
It vanished.
Gone beyond even Zar's reach.
For the first ti in a long ti, Zar frowned. "What was that?"
Then—
Three seconds passed.
And suddenly—
It ca back.
But this ti, it was different.
The beam, once a singular thread of light, had now expanded into sothing much larger. It carried an overwhelming presence, an echo of sothing beyond this reality. The weight of it bore down upon Zar, and for a brief mont, his instincts scread—
It was coming straight toward him.
For the first ti, he almost moved to dodge.
But just before it could collide with him, the beam shifted—redirecting its course with precise intent.
It surged toward the Gate behind him.
The mont it touched the entrance to his realm, the entire space trembled.
The stars in the distance flickered unnaturally. The very laws of this reality bent and reford themselves to accommodate what had just entered. A strange, almost ominous stillness followed.
Zar narrowed his eyes. "Alright, System. What kind of beings did you create?"
The System let out a soft, amused laugh.
["When did I say I created life?"]
Zar's expression sharpened. "Then what did you do?"
The air grew heavier. The golden threads of existence that still lingered in the void behind Zar flickered for a brief mont—like they, too, were listening.
Then, the System's voice took on a mysterious edge.
["It's a secret."]
Zar's eyebrow twitched. "Tch. Really?"
The System let out another chuckle, but this ti, it was more familiar.
["Alright, alright. Don't be like that. I'll give you a hint."]
Zar crossed his arms, his expression expectant. "Go on."
The System's voice lowered, its tone shifting into sothing almost conspiratorial.
["They aren't from this verse."]
Zar's gaze flickered. He processed the words carefully.
Then, his voice ca out sharper. "Wait. You're telling ... you brought beings from another multiverse?"
["Mmm. You could say that."]
There was sothing off about the way the System spoke. Zar's mind began racing.
And then, before he could ask—
The System's voice dropped to a whisper.
A whisper that sent a ripple through the very fabric of existence.
[...From the destroyed ones.]
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