The light of God shines on all mankind . The cities bustled. Humanity marched forward with arrogance believing their world was theirs to command.
And above it all, God watched
Not with anger. Not with love. But with the vacant eyes of a child staring at an old toy.
"How predictable you've become," His voice whispered through the void. "Guns, machines, cities… so boring."
The Creator exhaled. The stars flickered. And with a single sentence, He broke the world.
"Be gone."
A message seared itself into every human mind at once: " God has abandoned you all blessings bestowed by me shall be revoked, suffer and write a new story in my absence."
The collapse was instant.
Soldiers pulled their triggers, but their rifles shot only dust.
A child reached for water, only to scream as it boiled her hand like molten lava.
Engines roared, then melted into useless heaps of metal.
The laws of existence no longer bent to humanity's will. Instead, the world bent humanity until it snapped.
The sky ripped open. Other worlds bled through realms of demons, dragons, and horrors born from forgotten myths. The strong devoured the weak. And with no divine shield to protect them, humanity crumbled.
Years passed. The once-proud race dwindled to nothing.
Until only one man remained.
He stood among the ruins of his people. The last human ranked the strongest of this merciless new order. His eyes burned with defiance as the ground shook beneath him. Power cracked the earth itself. Before him stood a beast.
He fought. He bled.
And in the end… he fell.
As darkness closed around him, he expected nothing.
Instead, a familiar voice chuckled.
"You were.. amusing."
God's voice, akin to a child at play.
"Everything else bores me, but you… you might be worth watching. I'll give you another chance, how about I give you a hundred to make this world your own. Fail, and humanity is gone forever. And remember"
A cruel smile etched in his mind.
"If you bore me the game ends."
Light engulfed him. He opened his eyes—
And found himself standing in the past, staring at the ceiling of a place he once called home he swore in that second.
This time, the world would burn differently.
This time, he would not just save humanity.
This time…
The world would be his own.
"This place looks just as bad as it did back then."
The ceiling hadn't changed. Same crack, same ugly water stain shaped like a crooked bird if you squinted hard enough. It pissed me off back then. Now, after dying, it was the first thing I saw.
I hate it even more now.
For a moment I wondered if it was a nightmare—the screaming, the blood, being humanity's last pathetic stand before getting torn apart by a mountain-sized monster.
But then I remembered the feeling of choking on my own blood.
Nightmares don't leave that taste behind.
God's little game.
I groaned and pushed myself upright. My body felt young again. Too young. No aching joints, no scars carved into my skin. No proof I'd ever lived the life I fought for. Just smooth flesh, a clean slate.
People would call this a gift. A second chance.
But all I felt was rage.
God wanted amusement, and I am his clown.
He said something before, didn't he? If I bored him, the game ends. Something stupid like that.
"Fine," I muttered. "I'll make this the greatest story ever told, with the perfect ending… an ending he'll never see."
I rubbed my face. "What day is it? How much time do I even have?"
I needed a weapon. Something that wouldn't crumble the second the world went to shit—
"Hello."
I jolted, heart hammering against my chest. The room was empty. Just shadows and old furniture.
"You forgot my voice so soon? It almost hurts."
My stomach turned. That voice—I knew it.
"It's me," He chuckled. "Your God. I thought about leaving you to your own devices, but that would be boring, don't you think? So let's make it interesting. The rules are simple."
A snap echoed. The walls melted away. My vision spun until I was standing in a void surrounded by five glowing blue screens.
I blinked. "You really dragged me out here just to show off your glowing panels? What, no tutorial fairy?"
Silence. Then laughter.
"You ungrateful little bastard. I do all this for you, and you mock me… I like it. Keep going."
The screens lit up.
RULE ONE: After every death, sacrifice one ability.
(Every five deaths, you may reclaim one—at the cost of two.)
RULE TWO: You may wield only one weapon type.
(Every minute you hold another, you lose 5% of your maximum health.)
RULE THREE: After every ten deaths, you may choose someone close to you… and cut them off.
(Their memories of you vanish. You can never speak to them again. They may still fight beside you. The closer the bond, the greater the reward. Or… choose no one, and nothing changes.)
RULE FOUR: If you bore me, the game ends.
RULE FIVE: ???
My brow furrowed. "Wait. That last one—say it again."
A wicked smile pressed into my mind.
"???"
"That's stupid. Pointless. There's no—"
"You know I can hear your thoughts, right?" God interrupted, amused. "I'll say it one more time."
RULE FIVE: IF YOU BREAK A PROMISE TO ANYONE, IN ANY WAY… THE GAME ENDS.
The screens shattered one by one until only those glowing words remained.
I stared at them like I'd just been told my bank card declined.
"You're joking."
"No," God's voice rang out. This time, he sounded delighted. "It's my favorite one."
"Out of all the divine punishments, you went with keep your promises? Who hurt you?"
Silence. Then a chuckle that shook the void.
"You humans have a habit of breaking your words. I think it'll make things… entertaining."
I laughed bitterly. "Glad my suffering makes for good TV. Should I put on a clown nose and dance?"
The last screen shattered. God's voice turned cold.
"Make this fun. I don't like being disappointed."
The void collapsed. I fell through nothingness—then blinked, and I was back on my wooden floor, staring at that same stupid water stain.
This time, though, something was different.
Three weapons leaned against the far wall: a longsword, a black pistol, and a staff etched with glowing runes.
I sat up and snorted. "Wow. A starter kit. What next, an NPC to hand me my first quest? Just so you know, readers of a story aren't supposed to interfere. So let me do my thing, alright?"
I eyed the weapons.
The sword was tempting, but I'd look like some drunk lunatic swinging it around.
The pistol? Practical—until I ran out of bullets. And knowing God, it'd probably shoot confetti anyway.
The staff… yeah, that had "accidental suicide" written all over it.
Great. My options were edgy cosplayer, bargain-bin action hero, or Hogwarts dropout.
I sighed.
Yeah. I'm screwed.