"Status."
He said it again, a bit nervously this time.
A light ripple passed through his consciousness—like a screen opening inside his mind.
A faint translucent panel materialized.
Simple. Barebones. Almost empty.
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[STATUS]
Name: — Arin
Species: Golem
Age: 0 years
Skills: None
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"…That's it?"
He had imagined something grand, something complex.
Maybe stats like Strength, Intelligence, Mana, Defense…
But no. Just this.
"I transmigrated into a freaking planet and I don't even get a proper character sheet…"
The molten crust beneath him rumbled irritably, as if sharing his disappointment.
With a sigh, he closed the panel and focused on his surroundings.
His entire surface was a battlefield of creation—volcanoes erupting one after another, magma flowing in scorching rivers, thunderous bursts of heat splitting rock. The planet wasn't just alive; it was furious.
Firestorms roared across newly forming continents.
Ash clouds climbed into the sky like pillars.
The air itself shimmered with burning energy.
And yet… something felt off.
One part of his world glowed brilliantly—bathed in the radiant light of the young sun.
The other side, though still lit by endless eruptions, was darker, dimmer, like a perpetual red twilight.
He watched the line between the two halves shift… slowly but constantly.
The bright zone slid across his surface.
The darkened zone followed behind it.
A realization sparked.
"Oh. This is… day and night."
He wasn't just a stationary rock.
He was rotating, and as he turned, the sun lit different parts of his body.
Day.
Night.
Day.
Night.
"…I guess planets do that."
He felt strangely proud of this discovery—even though every kindergarten child on Earth already knew it.
Wanting to understand more, he focused on the vastness above him.
A strange sensation washed through him—like stretching a limb he didn't know he had.
Then—
WHOOSH
His perspective suddenly shot upward, away from volcanic plains, away from molten mountains, rising through the sky—
—and then he broke free of the atmosphere.
He could see everything.
The blazing sun, glaring like a god of fire.
His own planetary body below—an enormous sphere of red-hot magma, glowing cracks, and erupting volcanoes across the entire surface.
From space, he looked terrifying.
Magnificent.
Alive.
"I… I actually did it. I can shift my perspective."
It felt natural, like switching cameras in a video game—but the view was real, infinite, overwhelming.
He gazed at himself from the void, awe settling in his chest.
He was a newborn planet.
A molten world.
A beginning.
And with a system.
A system that would record every eruption, every rotation, every cosmic moment…
He couldn't wait to see what kind of skills a planet could get.