For a long moment, the cosmic chat remained frozen. Countless divine consciousnesses lingered in stunned silence. Every whisper, every ripple of thought waited for the one name that had appeared—
[Administrator | Rank 9]: Stratos Cosminus – God of Fate
In the heart of his newly formed Divine Domain, Stratos reclined. The faint hum of power surrounded him, the vast space of his domain stretching far beyond what any Rank 1 god should possess.
He took a breath, his gaze fixed on the glowing interface before him. His first words mattered. Every god in existence was watching.
He had to appear calm, omniscient… and above all, untouchable.
He typed slowly, deliberately—each word chosen to pierce through the chaos and command silence.
[Administrator | Rank 9 | God of Fate]:
"The Myriad Heaven has slept long under the illusion of safety. You have all grown used to the silence of the void, believing yourselves alone… unaware of what stirs beyond your skies. The Cosmic Chat was never a convenience. It was a safeguard. A remnant of the last directive from the Eternal Seat — to preserve order when all other planes fall. And now, the directive reawakens."
...
A wave of pressure spread across the group. Even the Rank 8 gods—beings whose mere presence could split worlds—felt the unseen weight behind his words.
The chat exploded instantly.
[Rank 4 | God of Flames]:
"Directive? Eternal Seat? What does that mean!?"
[Rank 6 | Goddess of Knowledge]:
"This can't be real. The Eternal Seat was erased eons ago!"
[Rank 8 | God of Light]:
"…The God of Fate. That name doesn't appear in any registry of the Myriad Pantheon."
[Rank 8 | God of Death]:
"Nor in any of the Fallen Pantheons."
...
Stratos smiled faintly as messages surged past in waves of panic, curiosity, and disbelief. He let the tension stretch a little longer before sending another calm, chillingly precise message.
[Administrator | Rank 9 | God of Fate]:
"Panic not. The function updates are only the beginning. Trade, Missions, and Group Points are tools to restore what was lost. The era of isolation is over. The Divine Cycle turns once more."
.....
Then, silence.
Every god in the group stopped typing. Some bowed. Some cursed. Some trembled with exhilaration.
The words rippled across the chat like thunder through eternity. Then, the light of Stratos' name pulsed again — golden threads spreading from it, weaving through the void of the group like veins of living divinity.
For the first time in countless millennia, the Cosmic Chat wasn't just a forgotten network of scattered divinities—
It was alive.
And at its center sat Stratos Cosminus, the God of Fate—
the being who had, with a few measured words, reshaped the entire foundation of godhood itself.
.....
And then came the message that froze even the highest gods in awe.
[Administrator | Rank 9 | God of Fate]:
"I am Stratos Cosminus — the Keeper of the Divine Wheel, the Arbiter of Threads, and He Who Watches from Between the Realms."
"Since the fall of the last cycle, I have watched your pantheons fracture, your heavens dim, and your faiths devour one another. I have seen empires of gods crumble into dust and newborn divinities crawl from the ashes, unaware of what truly binds them."
"You ask who I am… but the better question should bewhy have I awakened now?."
.........
The chat went silent.
Even the faint hum of system activity stilled.
In distant celestial realms, great beings—whose names were only whispered across epochs—paused in their meditation.
The God of Light opened his radiant eyes, his aura flickering for the first time in a million years.
The Goddess of Life stilled the rivers of her sacred garden.
The God of War clenched his divine blade, feeling something he had long forgotten—instinctive caution.
The Lord of Shadows laughed softly in the dark, amused but wary.
And across every plane, from the highest heaven to the corrupted pits, the same name burned across divine consciousness like a brand:
Stratos Cosminus. The God of Fate.
...
Back in his domain, Stratos Grinned with a smile of Victory.
They would all speculate, fear, and wonder.
He didn't need to say more.
Mystery was power—and in the world of gods, perception shaped reality.
His lips curved faintly.
"Let them guess," he murmured. "The game has only just begun."
.....
The moment Stratos' final message faded, the cosmic chat quieted—then fractured into countless silent tremors that spread across the realms like shockwaves through creation.
In the highest planes, in the deepest shadows, and in the misty neutral grounds where divine politics twisted like smoke—the factions stirred.
The Light Faction — Hall of Radiance
A vast realm of shimmering gold and crystal spires. Millions of divine silhouettes knelt beneath the brilliance of a single being seated upon a throne of light.
The God of Light, Seraphael, opened his eyes—two suns burning through the fog of eternity. The faintest wrinkle of unease marred his ageless expression.
"Rank Nine…" he murmured, voice like a hymn. "After eons of silence."
Beside him, the Goddess of Life, Aurelia, folded her hands. "It is impossible. The Nine were extinguished when the Great Collapse shattered the Divine Ladder."
Seraphael's gaze turned distant, thoughtful. "Then either one survived in secret—or something far older has awakened."
The gathered Archangels whispered prayers, half in awe, half in fear.
Aurelia's tone hardened. "Whether he speaks truth or illusion, the gods will flock to him. Hope spreads faster than fire."
Seraphael rose, his radiance intensifying. "Then we shall not douse it. We will watch. And if his influence grows beyond balance…" His hand closed, light fracturing into a blade. "…then I will remind him that fate bends before light, not the other way around."
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The Abyssal/Dark Faction — The Shadow Court
Far below the radiant heavens, where suns turned to ash and divine corruption bred power, laughter echoed through a hall carved of black flame.
Lord Bael, the God of Despair, lounged lazily upon a throne of skulls, a goblet of molten stars swirling in his grip.
"The God of Fate, is it?" he drawled, fangs gleaming. "Another pretender chasing prophecy."
But his generals—ancient demons and fallen gods—did not share his amusement.
One knelt. "My lord, the name Stratos Cosminus—it has never appeared in any divine registry. If he is real, then he is outside the cosmic census."
Bael swirled his goblet, smirking. "All the better. I enjoy surprises. If this 'administrator' truly holds the Divine Wheel, perhaps it's time the abyss reclaimed what heaven lost."
Behind his grin, though, a flicker of caution lingered. He remembered that pulse—the one message that had made even his domain tremble.
It wasn't mere divine presence.
It was authority.
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The Neutral Faction — The Ethereal Court
Suspended between planes, the neutral gods gathered within a realm of still water and endless twilight. No heaven, no hell—just reflection.
At the center stood Nerthis, the God of Balance, his silver hair flowing like starlight over still water.
"The scales shift," he said softly. "The chat's administrator has returned… or perhaps, he was never gone."
Around him, the other neutral gods murmured.
"If the trade system functions," one said, "it could stabilize divine conflict."
"Or arm one side with unmatchable resources," another countered.
Nerthis' calm expression never wavered.
"The God of Fate claims the era of isolation is over. Then the test begins—not of power, but of intent. Let the factions reveal what they truly desire."
He closed his eyes. Ripples spread outward, touching every divine consciousness.
"Let the wheel turn. Balance will find its course."
Across the cosmos, from the purest light to the darkest abyss, the gods whispered the same name in reverence, fear, or curiosity—
Stratos Cosminus. The God of Fate.
And somewhere, deep within his hidden domain, the mortal-turned-god smiled faintly as the Divine Wheel turned in silence, unseen by all.
He didn't need to strike first.
They were already moving exactly as he wanted.
....
The Cosmic Chat Group, once little more than a celestial rumor mill, now trembled under the weight of revelation.
After millennia of silence, its mysterious owner—the unseen Administrator—had spoken, and billions of gods now waited in awe.
He could sense the three great factions reacting differently:
the Light Gods whispering in temples of crystal,
the Dark Ones stirring in their abyssal citadels,
and the Neutrals calculating quietly, their thoughts unreadable.
He smiled faintly.
"Balance," he murmured, "must begin with structure."
A system prompt hovered before him, glowing with faint, pulsing gold.
[Appoint Moderators — Available Slots: 3]
Perfect. He would anchor the factions themselves. Not to control them outright—but to test their resolve, their intentions, their reactions.
He raised a hand. Three motes of light appeared before him—each colored to match a divine faction: white-gold for Light, deep violet for Darkness, and silver-gray for Neutrality.
He made his choices.
[Moderator Appointed: Venus — Goddess of Justice | Faction: Light]
[Moderator Appointed: Behelel — God of Darkness | Faction: Evil]
[Moderator Appointed: Nerthis — God of Balance | Faction: Neutral]
At once, the cosmic network erupted with power.
Every god—whether saintly, monstrous, or indifferent—felt the ripple across their divine senses.
The air of the chat itself seemed to hum as the system message spread.
[System Announcement — By Order of the Administrator]:
Three Moderators Have Been Appointed to Uphold Balance and Enforce the Divine Edict.
Light Faction Representative: Venus, Goddess of Justice
Dark Faction Representative: Behelel, God of Darkness
Neutral Faction Representative: Nerthis, God of Balance
Their authority within the Chat Group is second only to the Administrator.
For a long moment, no one dared to type.
Even the lesser gods—who normally flooded the chat with chatter—held their breath.
Then came the flood.
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[Apostle of Storms | Rank 3]: "Moderators!? Those names… they're ancient!"
[Flame Forger | Rank 5]: "Behelel hasn't spoken in ten thousand years—why would he agree!?"
[Venus | Moderator | Rank 8]: "Order must exist. If the Administrator wills balance, Justice will uphold it."
[Behelel | Moderator | Rank 8]: "Heh… interesting. A god who commands darkness to serve order. Let's see how long this 'balance' survives."
[Nerthis | Moderator | Rank 8]: "Balance does not ask for permission. It simply exists."
The chat spiraled into debate, awe, and fear all at once. Ancient deities reappeared after eras of silence, while countless lesser gods whispered their names as though invoking forbidden legends.
Within his domain, Stratos watched the chaos unfold with quiet satisfaction.
Three ancient beings—each powerful enough to shatter worlds—now stood under his banner.
He leaned back, eyes glowing faintly gold.