Chapter 1: A God's Boredom, A Mortal's Destiny
The vastness of the cosmos stretched infinitely, stars flickering like specks of dust before the might of an unseen force. In the heart of the Divine Realm, beyond the comprehension of mortals, sat a lone figure, draped in a robe as dark as the void itself.
He was the God of Death—Arbiter of Souls, Judge of the Afterlife, and Keeper of Balance.
Yet, at this very moment, he sat slumped upon his celestial throne, eyes dull with exhaustion.
"For the last million years, it has been nothing but judgment, execution, and balance. Again and again, souls plead, and I grant them their fates. Does this cycle never end?"
He sighed. His once-imposing presence, one that even Immortal Kings and Demon Emperors feared, had grown... weary.
Power? He had long surpassed the need for struggle.
Wealth? The entire underworld was his domain.
Worship? Every realm, from the Mortal World to the Abyss, feared his name.
And yet, what did it matter?
He had done it all. He had seen it all. And worst of all—he was bored.
Just as his boredom threatened to consume him entirely, a sudden thought flickered in his mind.
"Wait... perhaps I should try something new?"
His golden eyes gleamed as he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the cosmic space before him twisted, warping into an endless golden hall, filled with ethereal radiance that would blind lesser beings. Seated at the highest throne, above all existence, was a being whose mere presence erased all logic, time, and space.
The Eternal Ruler.
The origin of everything. The God above Gods. The first and the last.
The God of Death, despite his own unfathomable power, bowed his head in absolute respect.
"Your Excellency," he greeted.
The Eternal Ruler, a figure beyond any description, spoke in a voice that reverberated through all creation, neither male nor female, yet more powerful than any force imaginable.
"God of Death, why have you sought my presence?"
For the first time in countless eons, the God of Death grinned. "I am bored."
A pause.
The Eternal Ruler's presence did not change, but a faint chuckle rippled through existence.
"Boredom... an affliction even for the divine. Speak your request."
"I wish to descend into the Mortal and Immortal Worlds, but not as myself. I want to experience life as a protagonist. A true legend, like those I have observed in lesser realities."
A moment of silence passed before the Eternal Ruler nodded.
"Very well. I shall grant you a system befitting your power. However, you will abide by one rule—your actions must not disrupt the grand order beyond reason."
The God of Death smirked. "Naturally."
A blinding pillar of golden light enveloped him as cosmic law twisted around his very being.
And just like that—the God of Death descended.
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Mortal Realm – A New Beginning
Dark clouds loomed over the Eastern Continent. The land trembled as an unfathomable energy rippled across the skies.
Somewhere within a secluded valley, a youth suddenly gasped for breath.
"Ugh—!"
Pain flooded his body as a torrent of memories invaded his mind. His vision blurred, his body trembled, but within moments—he stabilized.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The once all-powerful God of Death now inhabited the body of a mortal youth.
He looked at his reflection in a nearby pond. A face that was both handsome and sharp, yet carried an ethereal coldness, stared back at him. His black hair, long and unbound, fluttered with the wind. His golden pupils radiated power, despite being in a mortal shell.
"So this is my new body?" He smirked, flexing his fingers. "Interesting."
It was then that a robotic voice echoed in his mind—cold, mechanical, and absolute.
[Ding! Deathlord's Supreme System has successfully integrated.]
[Host has been granted the following starter perks:]
Unique Cultivation Method: [Deathlord Ascension Technique]
Divine Weapon: [Netherbane – Blade of Final Judgment]
Passive Skill: [Absolute Soul Authority]
Starter Stats: Overwhelmingly Unfair
He laughed. A deep, satisfied laugh.
This was exactly what he wanted.
A life where he would stand above all realms, crushing enemies with ease, gaining peerless beauties, and rewriting the fates of nations and empires!
But just as he was reveling in his new powers—
BOOM!
The valley shook violently as an explosion erupted nearby.
He turned his head and saw two cultivators battling fiercely—one clad in white robes, wielding a jade sword, while the other was a sinister-looking man in black armor.
The man in black sneered, raising his sword. "Die, fool! You dare challenge the Dark Fang Sect?!"
The white-robed youth gritted his teeth, barely able to stand. "I will never let scum like you harm the innocent!"
The God of Death—now the Supreme Cultivator in the Making—smirked.
"A cliché hero and villain battle... how nostalgic."
He cracked his knuckles, stepping forward leisurely.
The black-armored cultivator noticed him and snorted arrogantly. "Who are you, brat? Do you wish to die too?"
The former God of Death tilted his head slightly.
His golden eyes gleamed.
A terrifying presence washed over the battlefield.
The black-armored cultivator suddenly froze—his body paralyzed in an instant. A chilling aura of absolute death wrapped around his very soul, forcing his knees to buckle.
"W-what... is this...?!" The cultivator's face drained of color. His very existence felt like it was being erased.
The former God of Death smirked.
"A mere mortal dares to raise his voice at me?"
His finger flicked—and the cultivator's soul was instantly extinguished.
Not even a scream remained. His body crumbled into dust.
The white-robed youth stared in shock. "W-what kind of power was that...?!"
The new God of Death turned Mortal Protagonist smirked.
He looked toward the vast lands before him.
This was only the beginning.