The door clicked shut behind Sophie. Her presence still lingered in the air—like a flare that had only briefly dimmed. Kai didn't move immediately. His eyes lingered on the sky outside, far too calm for the storm that was already circling.
"They're coming faster than expected," he murmured.
A shimmer of light pulsed beside him.
Ema appeared in her humanoid projection—soft glow, flowing robes made of starlight data, and violet eyes that saw everything.
"You've disrupted the balance," she said. "Now they're all recalibrating… either to reach you or to erase you."
Kai folded his arms. "Let them come."
"That's not strategy. That's ego."
He smirked slightly. "Sometimes, they overlap."
Ema raised an eyebrow. "If you're done showing off, we need to talk about the future. You've expanded the Origin Plane. It is now the gravitational center of your inner universe. But it's still raw. Unshaped. We need planetary systems, intelligent life, progression paths."
"I want to create six new worlds," Kai said, turning back to her. "Each one with a distinct law concept at its core. No duplicates. Each one feeding back into the Origin Plane."
"That will take time—even with internal time dilation."
Kai nodded. "Then we'll accelerate the flow again. Let a thousand years pass inside before the outer world takes a single breath."
"And what of the outer world?" Ema asked, folding her arms.
Kai paused. "I want you to start building an identity for me. Not just as Kai, the awakened student… but as something more."
"You want a myth."
"No," he said. "I want a presence. One that factions whisper about. One that governments respect… and cults fear."
Ema's eyes flickered, processing thousands of projections at once.
"We'll need subtle reveals. Controlled leaks. A proxy identity to interact where you cannot. And possibly… a mortal face for divine hands."
"Exactly."
Ema turned, her robes of light flickering with radiant code. "Then we begin constructing your myth. Not through stories—through actions. Through change. Through awe."
Kai's voice dropped.
"I'm done hiding. It's time they learned what happens when a Creator walks among them."
Origin Plane – Kai's Inner Universe]
Inside the radiant void, Kai hovered above the newly expanded Origin Plane, now as vast as a solar system. Ethereal nebulae shimmered in the distance, and primal mana rivers curved around space like glowing serpents.
Ema's voice echoed beside him.
"Ready to begin the Genesis Protocol?"
Kai raised his hand, and six glowing cores floated before him, each pulsing with a different Law:
1. World of Flame – Ignis Prime: Bathed in crimson light, forged from the essence of the first flame.
2. World of Flow – Aequor: A world shaped by water and time, its mana tides ever-shifting.
3. World of Storm – Fulgrath: A planet suspended in eternal lightning, orbiting a thunderous core.
4. World of Bloom – Viridara: Forests of sentient trees and beasts born of spirit.
5. World of Echo – Sonara: Sound-based civilization, where memory and magic intertwine.
6. World of Dust – Gravenhold: A harsh desert world ruled by survival, trial, and will.
Kai's voice echoed across the inner universe.
"Let there be worlds."
He released the cores.
Each seed shot outward, embedding itself into the Origin Plane's orbit, unfolding like stars birthing planets—elemental storms bursting, ancient trees rising, oceans boiling into shape.
Ema smiled.
"You've begun the Age of Expansion."
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[Earth – Secret Gathering of the Clans]
Deep in the Vellethorn Clan's psychic sanctum, the Council of Major Clans met in secret. Holograms and spirit projections flickered around a crystal roundtable.
Valeria Silver. Lelios Trace. General Rykar. Lady Mira Vellethorn. Elder Wu Yan. The Beast Sage.
Tension filled the room like a thundercloud.
"Your girl failed," Lelios Trace said with a sneer. "The boy turned down the Silver Clan."
Valeria Silver's flame eyes narrowed.
"He didn't turn us down. He studied us."
"He's not interested in alliances," said Wu Yan. "He's building something else."
Rykar cracked his knuckles.
"Then we strike first. Recruit him our way."
The Beast Sage's hawk let out a screech.
Lady Mira smiled coldly.
"You're all thinking too small. He doesn't want to join us. He wants to stand above us."
A moment of silence.
"Then the question is…" Valeria said, eyes glowing,
"…do we kneel, or do we resist?"
---
[Global – The Whisper of the Creator Begins]
Across the world, mysterious phenomena began to occur.
A terminal patient in an isolated village dreamt of a radiant being who healed them overnight.
A corrupt warlord's weapons turned to ash mid-battle, replaced by a voice: "You've been judged."
In the Dreamscape Web, anonymous visions spread of a cloaked figure shaping galaxies with his hands.
All signed by a single, growing symbol: The Eye of Origin.
In a deep lab beneath a tech city, agents of the Helix Ring stared at reports in disbelief.
"The Creator is becoming a myth. And myths are harder to kill than gods."
Behind it all, Ema's avatar smiled from a hidden server, whispering to the data stream:
"And so his legend begins."
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[City Outskirts – Nightfall Attempt]
Kai stepped out under a quiet night sky. The stars above shimmered — but one shimmered too much.
A bolt of white shot toward him.
Assassins from the Hand of Null descended—three Sovereign-level Hunters cloaked in anti-magic armor.
The first one struck with a silence blade.
Kai didn't flinch.
Time fractured.
He moved between seconds, his hand raised lazily. With a whisper, he erased the attacker's blade.
Then the assassin.
The other two froze.
Kai turned his head slowly.
"So this is how the world greets me."
He raised his finger—observe.
Their minds unfolded to him: mission files, orders, names. Every kill they'd made.
Kai whispered:
"Rewrite."
And they knelt.