I was supposed to reincarnate as a hero, a king, a chosen one—
not a 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!

"I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com as well"

Its name is "In the age of blessed lands, i created a dungeon"


I am writing this one completely own my own, not using A.I for anything like i did in this novel, so update will be a little slow than this one and there may be grammatical mistakes but story quality will be better. 


Chapter 53 - New novel