Chapter One: The Emergence
Everything was white.
Not just what was seen, but what was felt, what was thought, and what could possibly exist.
White, silent, timeless, directionless.
He was standing. Not on the ground, not in the sky. Just… standing.
His clothes didn't move, yet the wind blew.
There was no warmth, no cold.
No up, no down. Just... being.
And then, a voice came.
[System activated.]
[Creator registered: Matin.]
He opened his eyes… or perhaps they had always been open.
It wasn't sleep, and it wasn't wakefulness.
Just a moment before, his last memory was of lying on a bed, exhausted in body and heavy in mind.
And then—death?
An incident in his sleep? A neurological collapse? Maybe a cardiac arrest?
There was no answer.
And somehow, the questions didn't matter.
Because now, he was here.
In a world yet to be born.
A panel appeared in front of him.
Not of light, not of matter—but of presence.
Words hovered before his eyes, clear, precise, calm.
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[Welcome to the God of the White World.]
[Initial world construction has not yet begun.]
[Please choose one of the fundamental structures to begin with:]
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> 1. Internal Structure of the World
The core essence of your world; includes physical laws, magical systems, living beings, and unique existential frameworks.
> 2. External Structure of the World
Define boundaries, galaxies, stars, planets, fundamental elements, neighboring dimensions, and interworld connections.
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[Which structure would you like to begin with?]
Matin didn't move. Not afraid, not confused.
Just suspended between a reality he didn't understand and a system whose divine voice echoed inside him.
A moment passed.
He raised his hand.
And clicked on "Internal Structure of the World."
The panel expanded immediately.
New layers unfolded before him, like an endless book opening in the air:
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> Internal Structure of the World – Subcategories:
1. Physical Laws
▫ Gravity
▫ Time
▫ Matter and Energy
▫ Dimensional Structures
▫ Environmental Conditions
▫ ...
2. Magical Laws
▫ Source of Magic
▫ Access: Inherited / Learned / Contractual
▫ Types: Elemental / Mental / Physical
▫ Limitations and Costs
▫ ...
3. Living Beings
▫ Humans
▫ Terrestrial Animals
▫ Aquatic Creatures
▫ Ethereal Entities
▫ ...
4. Transcendent Beings
▫ Half-Humans
▫ Monsters
▫ Origins and Abilities
▫ Purposes and Balance Roles
▫ ...
5. ???
6. Create New Laws (Beyond Predefined Systems)
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Matin stared at the panel.
For a moment, he remained silent.
Then, for the first time in this white world, his lips moved.
—What is this place…?
His voice was clearer than he expected.
Like a thought no longer confined to the mind, now vibrating through something greater.
—Did I die?
—Or... is this some damn dream?
The system didn't reply.
Only silence remained—and the anticipation of the next choice.
The Spark of Creation
"Huh… These laws are actually kind of interesting," Matin muttered, his eyes scanning the endless panel filled with cascading layers of rules and categories. The way the interface responded to his focus, revealing more depth with every glance, was oddly satisfying. It felt like a living thing—an infinite book of possibilities just waiting to be written.
But then, something strange happened.
The letters began to shift. Not on the screen—in the air around him. His thoughts… they weren't just suggestions anymore. They were starting to shape the world.
Without touching anything, without issuing a single command, a tiny glowing orb materialized above his palm.
"What the…?"
It pulsed. Warm. Bright. Real.
And the system responded:
[Soul Energy Decrease Detected: -1 Point]
[Current Soul Energy: 99+999]
Matin blinked. The orb vanished as quickly as it had come. No buttons were pressed. No settings were adjusted. Just a thought. A desire. A will.
He could create.
A shiver ran through him—part awe, part fear. Was it a glitch? A hidden function? Or was this… intentional?
It didn't matter.
With newfound excitement, Matin focused again. This time, he didn't hesitate.
"Let's make a world."
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Creation Mode: Initiated.
[Select Primary Celestial Body]
He envisioned it—a planet. Not like Earth. Bigger. Wilder. Untouched.
And then, it formed.
A massive magical sphere, swirling with silver-blue energy, stabilized in front of him. Around it, six suns rotated in slow, perfect harmony—each emitting a different hue of magic-infused light. Their balance cast shifting shadows across the newborn world, like a living canvas.
[World Size: 10x Earth Standard]
[Standard Unit Adjustment: 1 meter = 10.6 local meters]
It wasn't just a copy of what he knew. It was his.
He shaped the ground: vast valleys, towering cliffs, shimmering rivers, and deep floating islands.
Then came the flora—massive trees, the smallest of which stood over 30 meters tall (or just under 3 in the world's scale). Their leaves glowed faintly, absorbing magic from the sky instead of sunlight. Fungal growths spread through caves like living networks, breathing in the arcane.
Matin watched, mesmerized, as his thoughts sculpted creation. Every ripple in the terrain, every light breeze across the plains—it all came from him.
And the panel remained silent, except for a soft whisper beneath it all:
[Creation is a gift... but it is never free.]
He glanced again at the corner of the panel:
[Soul Energy: 99+998]
He smiled.
"I guess I better pace myself."