Prologue

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.

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