Tokyo. Rain fell endlessly, washing the neon lights into shimmering rivers of color. It was one of
those nights where the city never sleeps, yet its people dream of escape.
Kael Sato, twenty years old, a college student and part-time convenience store clerk, walked home
under the dull streetlights. All he wanted was to collapse into bed before another exhausting
morning lecture.
"Just ten thousand more yen... and I can finally buy that laptop," he muttered.
Small dreams for a small life. But that night, fate decided to erase his ordinary world.
A car sped by, splashing water across his legs. Kael barely dodged the spray, sighing. "Even the
road hates me now."
The wind bit at his skin, the rain dripping down his black hair and into his tired brown eyes. He
stopped under a flickering streetlight, watching his distorted reflection in the puddle below.
"Study, work, sleep, repeat... I'm not living, I'm just surviving."
He stepped off the curb as the light turned yellow.
That was his mistake.
A horn. Headlights. One blinding instant. And then — silence.
No pain. No fear. Just emptiness.
"So this is how I die? Just like that?"
Darkness swallowed him whole.
Chapter 1 — The God of Creation
Silence. When Kael opened his eyes again, the rain was gone. The city was gone. Only a
boundless white space remained.
"...Where am I?"
His voice vanished into the void. Yet, an answer came — deep, calm, echoing from everywhere and
nowhere.
"Welcome, Kael Sato."
He turned, but saw nothing. The voice surrounded him, gentle yet overwhelming.
"Who... who's there?"
Before him, light began to take form — gathering, shaping, until it resembled a human figure. It had
no face, no features, only a radiant presence.
"I am the God of Creation."