Kian was on his way home, another long day at work behind him. He wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary.
Then, he suddenly felt a pain behind his head. Blood gushed out of his head his skull crushed under a massive piece of metal.
When he woke up he finds himself in the middle of the street pondering how he got there. Then, a massive black gate ripped open in the middle of the street. People screamed, running in every direction. Kian froze, staring at it.
"What the hell?" someone shouted nearby.
He wasn't sure what happened next—screams, monsters emerging from the gate, chaos everywhere. Then, everything went dark.
"Not agai..."
When Kian woke up, it was silent. He wasn't in the city anymore. He was somewhere... different. He blinked, looking around. Nothing. Just endless space.
A voice spoke in his head.
[System Integration Complete]
"What the hell?" Kian muttered. "Who are you?"
[You have been reincarnated into a new world. The Creation System has been assigned to you.]
Reincarnated? Into a new world? Kian didn't know what to think.
"Great," he muttered, rubbing his face. "I'm dead, and now I'm stuck here. Awesome."
The voice continued.
[The world will soon face great danger. You have been given a power to survive.]
Kian's brow furrowed. "Great danger, huh? Like what?"
[The gates will open. Monsters will flood the world.]
He sighed. "Monsters. Yeah, sounds familiar."
[Would you like to Create?]
[Yes/No]
A prompt appeared in his mind. Kian's eyes narrowed. "Create what?"
He tapped the [Yes] option. And a simple knife materialized in his hand.
[Item Created: Basic Weapon (Durability: 100%)]
Kian studied it, then shrugged. "Better than nothing."
He gripped the knife. "Alright. I guess it's time to see what this world's really got."
The voice in his head spoke again.
[You are ready to begin.]
Kian took a step forward. There was no going back now.
Kian moved through the empty space. Each step felt weightless, like walking through a dream.
"Where the hell is this place?" he muttered.
No answer. Just silence. The system had gone quiet.
He looked down at the knife in his hand. It wasn't impressive—just metal and grip—but it felt real. Solid. His first creation.
"Can I make anything?" he asked aloud. "Or is it limited to junk like this?"
A soft chime responded.
[Insufficient Data. Continue exploring system functions.]
Kian groaned. "Helpful."
He sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. "Alright… think. The world's about to go to shit. Gates open, monsters pour in. No one's ready for it. Except me."
The system was his edge, but he had no clue what it could really do yet. He needed to test it.
"System, what can I create?"
[Items, weapons, tools, enhancements. Costs vary. Creation Points increase with progression.]
"How do I get more points?"
[By defeating enemies.]
"So I fight. And I earn." Kian smirked. "Simple enough."
"What now?" he asked, standing up.
[Tutorial Phase: Begin]
A shadow moved between the trees. Then another. Low growls echoed from the woods.
Figures stepped out. Not people. Not animals. Something in between—skin gray, arms long, eyes dim.
Kian raised the knife.
"You could've warned me," he muttered.
[Kill to proceed.]
One of the creatures lunged. Kian sidestepped, slashing across its chest. It howled, stumbling back. Another rushed him.
He blocked with his forearm, stabbing forward fast. The blade sank in. Warm blood. Real. He pushed the creature off and turned to the others.
Breathing heavy, he reset his stance.
"Alright. Let's see how many of you it takes to give me more points."
(A few minutes later)
Kian leaned against a tree, shoulder bleeding, chest rising slow and steady. Five monsters down. Silence all around.
The system voice came in.
[Enemy Defeated: +3 Creation Points]
[Enemy Defeated: +3 Creation Points]
[Enemy Defeated: +3 Creation Points]
[Enemy Defeated: +3 Creation Points]
[Enemy Defeated: +3 Creation Points]
[Total Creation Points: 15]
"Show panel," he said.
The response was instant.
[Status Panel]
Name: Kian
HP: 70/100
Job: None
Creation Points: 15
He gave it a quick look and dismissed it.
"System," he said, eyes scanning the trees, "how do I leave?"
[Proceed North. Exit point: 600 meters.]
Kian gripped the knife again and started walking towards the exit.