I became system in age of global gods
I was supposed to reincarnate as a hero, a king, a chosen one—
not a malfunctioning System strapped to a clueless high schooler!
One moment, I was an ordinary soul, munching snacks and dodging real-world responsibilities.
The next, I wake up in the body of a System —
trapped inside a hyper-advanced civilization where teenagers must build entire worlds just to graduate high school and ascend to demigods, fight for resources to become gods.
Create a world, they said.
Now I’m stuck babysitting a confused Host who thinks "creating a planet" means planting a tree!
Our mission? Craft a complete, living cosmos — complete with physics, magic, history, and civilizations — before the Final Evaluation.
If he fails, he will be reduced to a slave to , and I’ll never get my proper second life!
Armed with a handful of unstable abilities:
[Scan] (for identifying anything... probably),
[Create] (pray it doesn't explode),
[Storage] (because hoarding is survival),
[Transfer] (good luck aiming it),
[Anchor] (our only lifeline!) —
I must guide this kid to godhood from behind the scenes.
But this universe isn't kind.
Rival students weaponize black holes.
Bored gods throw galaxies around like dodgeballs.
Meanwhile, our Host — bless his soul — just accidentally flooded his starter world... with sentient broccoli.
This is not how I imagined my glorious second life!
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