Darkness.

It was an endless, formless abyss, stretching infinitely in all directions. There was no sky, no land, no stars—only an ocean of void. And within that abyss, a single consciousness flickered into existence.

At first, there was nothing. No name. No identity. No memories.

Then, a voice spoke.

[Initializing System Protocol... Host Integration Commencing...]

Pain. Searing, unbearable pain erupted from the depths of his very being, as though every particle of his existence was being rewritten, reforged, and reshaped. He wanted to scream, but he had no mouth, no form, nothing but the torment of rebirth.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the pain ceased.

He opened his eyes—or rather, he became aware of his existence. Floating before him in the void was a translucent screen, pulsing with golden letters.

[Welcome, Administrator. You are the chosen successor of the System.]

The words meant nothing to him at first, but as if responding to his confusion, the screen shifted.

[Due to your ascension, all mortal memories have been erased. You are now the sole entity capable of controlling the balance of power across all worlds.]

Memories... He tried to grasp at something—anything—but found only emptiness. Was he human? A god? Something else entirely? And what was this System?

[Your journey begins now.]

A rush of information surged into his mind, unveiling the sheer scope of his newfound authority. He could create and modify abilities, grant skills, and even rewrite the laws of existence itself. He was not just an administrator—he was a god in his own right.

And yet, something felt wrong.

A subtle, foreboding presence lingered at the edges of his awareness, like unseen eyes watching from the darkness. It was an ancient, omnipresent force, and though he could not define it, he knew one thing:

He was not alone.

The First Trial

A sudden shift in the void. Reality trembled, and for the first time, he became aware of the vast multiverse around him. Countless worlds, realms, and dimensions spread across an unfathomable expanse, each governed by its own rules of existence. Some were lands of magic and monsters, others technological utopias or hellish wastelands. And now, all of them were bound to him.

Then, a new message appeared.

[WARNING: Cosmic Entities Detected! The Primordial Lords are aware of your existence!]

The moment the words materialized, the darkness surrounding him began to crack. Shards of the void splintered apart, revealing a celestial battlefield beyond comprehension. Beings of unfathomable scale clashed in the distance—gods, titans, and creatures older than time itself. Their mere presence threatened to obliterate reality, and somehow, they knew he was here.

Then, the voice of the System spoke again.

[First Trial Commencing: Survive.]

A blinding force struck him before he could react. He was thrown through the void, spiraling endlessly until he collided with something solid. For the first time, he felt gravity, air, and the weight of a physical body.

He was no longer in the void.

A World of His Own

When he regained his senses, he found himself standing on solid ground—a massive, empty plane stretching infinitely in all directions. Above him, a dark sky flickered with celestial storms, arcs of golden lightning splitting the heavens.

Then, another screen appeared.

[As the God of System, you must forge your own domain. Begin by shaping your first world.]

A strange sensation coursed through him—power. He raised a hand instinctively, and with a mere thought, the ground trembled. Mountains erupted from the earth, rivers carved their paths through the terrain, and forests bloomed into existence. The sky shifted, parting to reveal twin suns that bathed the world in golden light.

Awe. It was the only word to describe the feeling. He had created this. He had rewritten nothingness into existence.

Yet, something was missing. A world was lifeless without inhabitants.

With another thought, he shaped the first beings—creatures of pure energy, flickering between form and formlessness. He granted them intelligence, a language, and a civilization. He watched as they built cities, developed culture, and grew under his silent guidance.

This was his first world—his kingdom.

And then, the world shook.

The First Battle

A rift split the sky, dark energy pouring through like an unholy tide. A presence descended upon the world, vast and malevolent. It was neither god nor mortal, but something in between—a Herald of the End, a creature born from the remnants of fallen deities, tasked with consuming worlds left unchecked.

It spoke, its voice a chorus of countless souls.

"You are not the first. Nor will you be the last. The System has existed before you, and it shall exist after you fall. Submit."

The God of System felt a deep, instinctual dread. This was a test, an inevitability. If he could not defeat this Herald, then he had no right to wield the power he had been given.

He raised his hand, and a new command surfaced in his mind.

[Divine Arsenal Unlocked: The Codebreaker]

A weapon materialized before him—a blade forged from the essence of the System itself. It was unlike any mortal weapon, shimmering with reality-warping energy. With it, he could cut through the very fabric of existence.

The battle began.

The Herald struck first, rending the sky apart with a wave of its clawed appendage. The sheer force of its attack erased mountains, boiled oceans, and fractured the laws of physics. The God of System dodged instinctively, bending reality to shift his position.

With a single swing of The Codebreaker, he slashed through the Herald’s attack, severing space itself. A shockwave rippled through the battlefield, sending the entity reeling.

But it did not falter.

It lunged forward, its body shifting through impossible angles, attacking from multiple dimensions at once. He countered, weaving through the onslaught, his mind processing a thousand calculations per second.

Then, he saw it—the core of the Herald’s being, buried deep within its swirling mass of chaos. A single weakness.

He poured everything into one final strike.

The Codebreaker carved through the Herald’s core, shattering it. The entity let out a distorted scream, its form unraveling into strands of energy that dissipated into the void. The sky cleared, the ground stabilized, and silence returned.

A new notification appeared.

[First Trial Complete. System Authority Confirmed.]

The God of System exhaled, gripping his weapon tightly. He had won.

But the words of the Herald lingered in his mind.

"You are not the first... nor will you be the last. The true enemy watches from beyond."

The battle had only begun.

Epilogue: The Road Ahead

As he gazed upon the world he had saved, a deep realization settled over him.

He was not just a ruler or a creator. He was not merely a god of a single world. He was the God of System, the architect of all powers, the overseer of existence itself.

And if he was to survive the trials ahead, he needed to ascend beyond what he was now.

He needed to become something greater.

Something unstoppable.

Something divine.

A sensation of nothingness.

Lu Feng Kaizen drifted in the abyss, weightless and formless. His mind swam through an endless void, lost between existence and oblivion. There was no sound, no light—only an eternal emptiness stretching in all directions.

Then, a voice echoed through the void, deep and ancient.

[System Authority Recognized.]

A sudden force wrapped around him, pulling his soul together. His thoughts returned, and memories flickered like dying embers. He had been betrayed. He had been killed. But by whom?

[Administrator Identity Confirmed.]

[Activating Primordial System Core.]

A blinding golden light burst forth, tearing apart the darkness. Kaizen gasped, his body forming from the ethereal mist. His breath came ragged as he felt his limbs again—flesh, blood, bone. He was alive.

Before him, a massive golden interface unfolded, stretching across the void like an infinite tapestry of glowing symbols. Words scrolled before his eyes.

[Welcome, Lu Feng Kaizen.]

[You have been chosen as the next System God.]

The words made no sense, yet something deep within him resonated with them. System God? Was this some kind of cruel joke?

"Who… who's speaking?" Kaizen rasped, his voice hoarse.

[I am the Primordial System Core, the first and last system to ever exist.]

A presence loomed before him—vast, incomprehensible, like a celestial being woven from logic and energy. It pulsed with an unfathomable power, an entity older than time itself.

[The previous System God has fallen. You are the only suitable replacement.]

A flood of information poured into Kaizen’s mind. He clutched his head, overwhelmed by visions of worlds, of infinite possibilities, of countless civilizations bound by systems—systems governing life, power, fate.

And now, all of them belonged to him.

"Why me?" he demanded, gritting his teeth. "I don't even know who I am!"

[Your past was erased. Your identity was lost. But your soul remains compatible. That is why you have been chosen.]

A deep rage stirred within him. Someone had erased him, stripped him of his past, and left him for dead. But now, they had made a mistake.

He was back.

And he would find the truth.

The golden interface shifted again, presenting him with a choice:

[Do you accept the mantle of System God?]

[Yes]

[No]

Kaizen clenched his fists. There was no turning back. If he refused, would he fade into the void? Would he die again, forgotten?

No.

If someone had erased him, he would rewrite himself.

"I accept."

The moment he spoke, an unseen force surged through him, branding his soul with divine power.

[System Authority Granted.]

The void trembled as a cosmic script formed around him, etching itself into his very being. His body evolved, transcending mortality. He was no longer just a man—he was something more.

A God of Systems.

New windows appeared before him, listing his status:

[Name: Lu Feng Kaizen]

[Title: System God]

[Authority Level: Administrator]

[Abilities: World Creation, System Manipulation, Divine Code Access]

The words burned into his mind. He could create worlds, forge new systems, and command the very fabric of reality itself.

And yet, it was not enough.

If he was a god now, then the first thing he needed to do was find those who had tried to erase him.

The golden interface flickered, revealing a swirling vortex before him.

[Initiating First World Creation.]

The void began to collapse, and Kaizen was thrown into the abyss once more.

Somewhere in the Celestial Tribunal…

"The System God has awakened."

A dozen ethereal figures sat in a vast, throne-like chamber, their divine forms radiating celestial power. The one who spoke was an armored deity with a cold, metallic face, his eyes like burning stars.

"Impossible. He was supposed to be erased. No one should have inherited that authority." Another deity, wreathed in golden flames, clenched his fists.

"Then we made a mistake," the armored god said. "He must be destroyed before he remembers who he was."

The chamber fell into silence.

Then, one by one, the gods nodded.

"Send the Executioners."

Meanwhile, in a Newborn World…

Kaizen landed with a crash, his body slamming into the ground. Dust and debris exploded around him as he groaned, pushing himself up.

The sky above was a swirling canvas of stars and nebulae, an endless expanse of cosmic beauty. Towering mountains stretched beyond the horizon, and rivers of silver light carved through the land.

He had done it. He had created a world.

A notification appeared before him:

[First World Created: Unnamed.]

[Population: 0]

[Would you like to generate the first inhabitants?]

Kaizen exhaled. This power was terrifying.

But it was his.

And he would use it to reclaim everything he had lost.

As he reached out to summon the first life into this world, a presence suddenly descended upon him.

A figure clad in black armor, wreathed in celestial energy, materialized in the sky. The air grew heavy, crackling with divine pressure.

Kaizen narrowed his eyes as a voice rang out, cold and merciless.

"By order of the Celestial Tribunal… you are to be erased."

The first Executioner had arrived.

The air vibrated with raw energy.

Lu Feng Kaizen stood on the newborn land, facing the celestial warrior that had descended before him. The Executioner’s black armor gleamed under the cosmic sky, radiating an oppressive force that made the very ground tremble.

Kaizen clenched his fists. He had just awakened as the System God, yet he was already under attack.

The Executioner raised his hand, and a spear of golden light materialized in his grip.

"Lu Feng Kaizen, you are an anomaly. The Celestial Tribunal has deemed your existence a threat to the balance. You shall be erased."

Kaizen smirked. "Funny. I was just thinking about erasing you instead."

Without warning, the Executioner launched forward, moving faster than thought. His spear slashed through the air, aiming directly for Kaizen’s heart.

Too fast! Kaizen barely reacted in time. Instinctively, he activated his newfound power.

[System Override: Authority Lock.]

The world froze.

The Executioner stopped mid-air, his movements completely sealed. Kaizen felt an immense strain on his mind as if the very laws of reality resisted his control. Sweat dripped from his brow.

[Warning: Opponent’s Divine Rank is too high. Authority Lock duration limited to 3 seconds.]

Kaizen gritted his teeth. Three seconds is all I need!

He extended his hand toward the sky.

[System Command: Weapon Creation.]

A massive sword, shimmering with runes, appeared in his grasp. Without hesitation, he swung it down with all his might.

The frozen Executioner barely had time to react as the blade cleaved through his armor, sending him crashing into the ground below.

Dust and debris exploded outward.

Kaizen panted, his body shaking from exertion. This power… it’s real. I really am a god now.

But before he could savor his victory, a notification appeared before his eyes.

[Divine Lock Released.]

A surge of killing intent filled the air.

The Executioner emerged from the crater, his armor cracked but his eyes burning with fury. He pointed his spear at Kaizen once more.

"Interesting. You wield the power of a true Administrator," the Executioner said, his voice tinged with something akin to excitement. "But you are unrefined. You lack experience."

He vanished.

Kaizen’s instincts screamed danger.

[System Command: Defensive Barrier!]

A translucent shield formed around him just in time to block a barrage of divine strikes. The force sent shockwaves through the air, shattering nearby rock formations.

Kaizen’s mind raced. He was strong, but this Executioner had centuries—maybe millennia—of battle experience. He couldn’t win in a head-on clash.

He needed an edge.

Then, it hit him.

He was a System God now. That meant he could do more than just fight.

He could manipulate reality.

Kaizen smirked and activated a new command.

[System Command: World Modification – Terrain Shift.]

The ground beneath the Executioner suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss, swallowing him whole. Kaizen followed up immediately.

[System Command: Gravity Amplification x100.]

A tremendous force pulled the Executioner downward, crushing him into the void. The celestial warrior struggled, his movements sluggish under the extreme gravity.

Kaizen didn’t hesitate.

He gathered all his energy into one final command.

[System Command: Absolute Erasure.]

A pillar of golden energy shot down from the heavens, consuming the Executioner entirely. His armor shattered, his body dissolving into fragments of divine energy.

Silence.

The system interface flickered.

[Executioner Eliminated.]

[Divine Authority Increased.]

Kaizen exhaled, falling to one knee. His body felt heavy, the strain of using such high-level commands taking its toll.

But he had won.

He glanced at the sky, his expression hardening.

If this was just the first of the Celestial Tribunal’s forces, then more would come.

He had little time to prepare.

Kaizen stood, determination burning in his eyes. If he was truly the God of System, then it was time to create a world worthy of his rule.

And it was time to find out who had tried to erase him from existence.

His war had just begun.