After testing his power by erasing an entire Gate, Asher walked home with a satisfied smile. The moment he stepped through the door, the aroma of dinner greeted him. His mother was setting the table with a gentle smile, while his little sister sat on the floor, sketching happily.
For a moment, Asher's heart warmed with an emotion he hadn't expected. It was a feeling the body of Park Daeyeon had experienced countless times, but to Asher—the Creator God—it was something entirely new, and strangely captivating.
"Daeyeon, you're back," his mother said softly, turning to him. "Come eat. Your father will be home soon."
Asher smiled back and took his seat at the table. He glanced at his mother's face, marked with fine lines of fatigue, and her hands, rough from years of hard work to keep the family afloat. His eyes swept across the old, worn-down house, every crack a testament to their struggles.
In Daeyeon's memories, he had been weak—timid, a burden, someone who could do nothing but cause his family grief.
"Are you full already?" his mother's voice broke his thoughts as she noticed him staring blankly. "Are you not feeling well, dear?"
Asher shook his head lightly. "No… I was just thinking."
In that instant, he decided what his first priority would be: ensuring this family would never have to suffer again. There was no reason for them to scrape and claw for survival. He didn't need to wait until he grew stronger or earn money through human means. He was the Creator God—he could make anything.
Later that night, Asher retreated to his room. Closing the door, he sat on his bed, shut his eyes, and whispered:
"System… create money."
Ding!
A holographic screen materialized before him, a single field awaiting input. Asher chuckled. Money—so precious to mortals, yet to him, it was nothing more than data, numbers within his system.
He typed in an astronomical figure, one sufficient to secure his parents' lives for generations. Then, with a flick of his will, he confirmed the creation.
Whuum!
A golden light flared briefly in the room, then vanished without a trace. But outside, reality itself shifted.
At that very moment…
Park Hanseo, Daeyeon's father, sat slumped at his workplace, sighing heavily. His face was worn with exhaustion, his thoughts clouded by endless bills and mounting debts.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
His phone buzzed wildly with notifications. Frowning, he checked the banking app—and froze. His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. His account, along with his wife's, was being flooded with numbers he had never dared to imagine.
"T-this… what… what is this!?" he gasped, stumbling to his feet. Hands trembling, he fumbled for his phone to call his wife, desperate to confirm it wasn't a dream.
Meanwhile, Asher leaned back on his bed, watching the scene through the system interface. A satisfied smile curved his lips.
"Good… That should take care of them. Now…" His eyes gleamed mischievously. "Time to create something a little more fun."
He would protect this family. And at the same time, he would reshape this once-boring world into a stage of endless, unpredictable entertainment.