MC / POV
That useless, idiotic god.
Seriously… what kind of overpowered being just yeets someone into existence without warning?
And where the fuck am I?
There was no ground beneath me. No sky above. No sense of direction. Just an endless expanse of grey — not bright, not dark, not empty, not full. A color that felt like unfinished thought.
It stretched infinitely in every direction.
Silent.
Still.
Wrong.
My body — or whatever counted as my body now — floated weightlessly. No air. No wind. No heartbeat. Yet I could move, breathe, think.
Before panic could fully kick in—
Ahem.
A voice exploded inside my head like someone turning on cheap speakers.
/God/ Mic test, one, two, three. Okay, good. Ahem.
"…Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Voice Mail / OAA
"So, if you've arrived at your location, don't panic. That is the Void, and you are currently standing at the edge of your own universe."
Standing? I wasn't even sure I had legs.
"You are invincible, but do not become arrogant. There are beings capable of killing you even within your own universe."
Well, that's comforting.
"But do not worry. I exist right next to you — in my own Omniverse."
Of course you do.
"And by the way, do not attempt to leave."
"…Why?"
"If I am not fast enough, your energy could be stolen."
The grey around me pulsed faintly, reacting to the word energy.
"Now then, let me explain."
Origin Energy
"When you were trapped in the Nothingness, you accumulated an enormous amount of power. A billion units of energy, to be precise."
A billion…
"For a newborn, that is absurd."
Yeah, I'm built different.
"The name of that power is Origin Energy."
The Void seemed to ripple at the term, like reality itself acknowledged it.
"Our race has countless names for it, but we call it that because the Void is infinite, and Origin Energy is the foundation of existence."
I tried to sense it.
And suddenly—
I could.
It flowed inside me like a second bloodstream. Vast. Heavy. Boundless. It wasn't just power — it was potential. Raw creation waiting for direction.
"Origin Energy serves one primary purpose."
"Power."
"The more Origin Energy you possess, the more powerful you become. There is no measurable limit. No ceiling. No final number."
Infinite growth.
Infinite power.
"…I like where this is going."
A Tip from an Overpowered Being
"Ohh, before we proceed — a small tip."
His tone shifted, smug.
"When you finish constructing a stable multiverse, you may reset it."
"…Reset?"
"Yes. Collapse it. Recreate it. Absorb the gains. Become stronger."
"…That sounds insanely broken."
"It is."
"You may repeat this process an infinite number of times."
I grinned.
Then he continued.
"However… this does not apply once you construct an Omniverse."
"…Why not?"
"Because when you create your own Omniverse, you become fundamentally connected to it."
Connected.
Bound.
Anchored.
"You may die an infinite number of times outside your Omniverse and still live."
"…But?"
"If your Omniverse is destroyed…"
A pause.
"You die permanently."
Ah.
So even gods have a weak point.
On Guilt and Destruction
"And regarding multiversal resets — do not burden yourself with guilt."
"…You're telling me genocide is fine?"
"You are only destroying physical vessels."
"…Excuse me?"
"Memories are not stored in the brain."
"They are stored in the soul."
"They persist."
"…That's… disturbingly convenient."
"You may, of course, find your own path to power. Every Origin evolves differently."
Naming the Anomaly
"Now then."
"Let us give you a name."
I straightened instinctively.
"I shall grant you something magnificent."
"…Please don't call me Bob."
"Your name is…"
The Void trembled.
"Aarth."
The sound echoed like a cosmic bell.
"Aarth?"
"It means many things."
"Red Glimpse."
"God."
"Supreme Being."
"Creator."
"…That's metal as hell."
"I know."
"And that concludes this message."
"…Wait—"
"Good luck with your universe."
"…WAIT—"
"Ciao."
End Voice Mail
MC / POV
Silence returned.
Heavy.
"…Ohhh my god."
"That was OAA."
"And he mentioned… the Presence?"
I laughed softly.
"I would absolutely love to meet that guy."
Then reality hit me.
"…Fuck. That was the biggest info dump in existence."
Still…
I looked around.
My universe.
A blank grey canvas floated before me like an unpainted dream. No stars. No space. No matter. Just potential waiting for command.
"And my name is Aarth…"
Hehe.
"I love it."
"Alright then."
"Let's create something stupidly overpowered."
The First Act of Creation
"First…"
"The laws."
I focused.
The grey expanse shimmered. Threads of invisible structure began forming — concepts before physics, rules before matter.
Time.
Space.
Causality.
Stability.
Each law etched itself into existence like glowing script carved into reality.
The universe stopped feeling hollow.
It began feeling alive.
A Manager for Reality
"Ohh, right."
"A universe needs management."
I snapped my fingers instinctively.
Nothing happened.
"…Okay, rude."
"Let's create a system."
"Yes… perfect."
"A Multiverse Management System."
But—
"…How do I actually use Origin Creation?"
I turned inward.
"How do I use Origin Creator?"
The moment the words formed—
Information detonated inside my mind.
Knowledge flooded in violently.
Structures. Mechanics. Interfaces. Commands.
"AHHH—SHIT!"
Pain ripped through my consciousness like my brain was being rewritten.
Then—
Clarity.
"…So I just say it…"
"…Computer."
System Initialization
Blop.
A soft, almost comedic sound.
Before me, a translucent screen flickered into existence.
Minimalist.
Elegant.
Terrifyingly real.
"Ohhh, that's awesome."
Menus unfolded. Data streams scrolled. Universal parameters blinked into view.
"Okay…"
"But how am I supposed to use a computer without a physical body?"
Pause.
"…Right."
Constructing a Body
"Let's imagine one."
Form.
Shape.
Identity.
A figure began assembling from light itself.
A man.
Long white hair cascading like silver silk.
Height: 5'11.
Physique: sculpted, impossibly perfect — like a Greek statue granted motion.
Skin pale enough to resemble milk, yet warm, not lifeless.
Face mature, sharp, carrying quiet authority.
Behind him—
Wings unfolded.
Massive.
Feathers swirling red and white, glowing faintly like burning snow.
I flexed my fingers.
Solid.
Real.
"…Damn."
"I look amazing."
Third / POV
Within the newborn universe, a solitary figure now stood where only grey emptiness once existed.
A tall man with flowing white hair.
Skin radiant.
Body divine.
Crimson-white wings stretching wide against the blank backdrop of creation.
And in his hands—
A floating, glowing computer interface.
Funny.
Absurd.
Perfectly fitting.
Because this was not the birth of a hero.
Nor a villain.
But an anomaly.
Aarth.