Kai sat upon the obsidian throne of the Origin Realm, the starlight rivers of his universe flowing endlessly around him. The air hummed with a pressure only he could feel—the weight of boundless potential. For the first time since his evolution into the Universal Realm, his gaze was not on creation, not on civilizations, not even on the Origins who now thrived in his cosmos.
Instead, his focus was on a single object floating before him: a crystal of pale-blue light, within which the fragile soul of a dead human from Earth rested in stasis.
Ema's voice rang gently in his mind, melodic yet absolute.
[Master, the preparations are complete. The first candidate for the Project System Protagonist awaits. It is now time for you to craft the framework—the System that will guide his journey.]
Kai exhaled slowly, fingers tightening on the armrests of his throne. "A System…" His voice was low, reverberating through the chamber. "I'm not just handing out power. This soul carries part of my Origin. If I shape it poorly, it will collapse under the weight."
Ema responded with calm certainty.
[That is why you must embed a fragment of your own Authority. The System will not simply grant power—it will be an extension of you, a spark of your paradox state. What you weave will become their path.]
Kai leaned forward, eyes glinting gold. A path, not a crutch… a forge, not a cage.
He rose, and the chamber itself responded. The void cracked open above him, spilling rivers of starlight, shadows, and law-scripture into the air. Concepts flowed like living rivers: Time, Space, Chaos, Life, Death, Karma, and more—all bending to his call.
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The Weaving Begins
Kai extended a hand. Threads of reality answered. Space condensed into silver cords. Fire blazed into crimson strands. Time stretched into glowing golden filaments. Void condensed into black ribbons that seemed to drink all light.
He began weaving, the throne hall turning into a cosmic loom.
First, he wove Space + Flame. A lattice of burning silver emerged, humming with violent expansion. Yet the lattice shattered almost immediately, unstable and brittle.
Kai shook his head. "Too destructive. This would consume the user before they take their first step."
Next, he tried Time + Void. The threads wound tightly, creating a knot of crushing entropy. It pulsed once—and then imploded into nothingness. The backlash shook the chamber, making civilizations across his universe bow instinctively under the sudden pressure.
Kai scowled. "Too absolute. It leaves no room for growth."
He paused. His golden eyes flickered, scanning the soul within the crystal. It trembled faintly, as though already aware of what was to come.
Kai thought deeply. What this human needs isn't a fixed blade. It's not my path they should walk. What if… I give them the loom itself? The power to weave their own fate, their own laws? Not my system, but their system.
His lips curled into a faint smile. "Yes… a Weaver."
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He spread his arms wide. Reality screamed. The threads he had gathered shivered, then bent together into a circle of cosmic starlight. At its center, paradox energy bloomed—the essence of his current state, existence and non-existence entwined.
The circle became a mandala, a wheel spinning with countless threads:
Threads of Law, glowing with the power to collect and combine.
Threads of Fate, silver lines capable of tugging at destinies.
Threads of Origin, paradox lines that defied collapse.
The entire Origin Realm trembled. Stars bent toward the mandala, galaxies tilted in its direction. Even the Origins, scattered across dimensions, felt their breath halt for a single instant.
The Loom of Origin had been born.
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The stasis crystal began to crack, the soul inside resonating with the weaving. It pulsed, as though trying to reach out.
Kai narrowed his eyes. "Easy… I'll not lose you now."
He drew upon his bloodline. Energy surged—5 trillion vitality, 4 trillion willpower, infinite mana, infinite origin force. Each stat became a stabilizing pillar for the Loom.
But as he wove the final paradox threads, the Loom began to warp. It twisted into a black-hole knot, devouring its own stability. For a moment, Kai saw the soul being pulled toward erasure.
A rare spark of alarm flashed in his eyes. If this unravels, the soul is gone forever.
Without hesitation, kai extended his hand. A single cut appeared across his palm—not red blood, not mortal ichor, but stellar radiance fused with void essence. Droplets fell, each one containing the swirl of galaxies, a spiral of stars dancing with shadow. Where they struck the Loom, reality bent. Space groaned as though burdened by the weight of creation.
The knot relaxed. The Loom solidified.
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The mandala spun faster, compressing into a radiant core of runes and starlight. Ancient symbols etched themselves into reality itself, embedding Authority across dimensions.
The core hovered above the trembling soul.
Kai raised his hand and pressed it down. "Receive it."
The core sank into the soul. Light exploded. The chamber was drowned in brilliance. Runes etched themselves onto the fragile essence of the human, searing a mark deeper than memory, deeper than fate.
When the light faded, the soul pulsed with a steady rhythm, no longer fragile, but radiant. Upon it burned a sigil: The Loom of Origin.
The System had taken root.
Kai's voice filled the chamber, deep and solemn.
"From this day, you are the first Weaver. The power I grant you is not a single weapon, not a single path, but the loom itself. With it, you will carve your destiny thread by thread, weaving your own tapestry of existence."
The soul pulsed once, as if bowing in silent acknowledgement.
Ema's voice, soft but filled with awe, whispered in his mind.
[Master, you have done more than craft a System. You have seeded a new destiny. This soul will not simply wield your gift—it will embody it, becoming the first ripple in a tide that may one day reshape entire universes.]
Kai lowered his hand, golden eyes softening. He chuckled quietly. "A ripple… or a storm. Either way, the loom is theirs. I will not dictate their weave."
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Kai leaned back into his throne, watching the soul settle into quiet stasis once more, the System embedded within it. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax.
One soul, one Weaver. Let's see what kind of destiny you will weave, human.
The stars of the Origin Realm glittered brighter, as though celebrating a birth.
Kai whispered, almost to himself:
"The Loom of Origin… the first thread has been spun."
And across the infinite silence of his universe, something vast stirred.