Awakening in the Void

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."