The Lord's consciousness returned in a rush, not to pain, not to darkness, but to a calm so perfect it felt unreal.
He was seated on a throne that wasn't carved or forged. It simply was. A place made for Him before He ever opened His eyes.
A soft chime blinked in front of His vision.
[DING! Creation Protocol Completed]
[Domain Status Updated]
[Name: Undefined (please name your City)]
[Type: Supreme Domain (S Class)]
[Tier: Basic]
[Integrity: 99% (Self-Sustaining)]
[Attributes: Divinity Regeneration: regenerate City's divinity at 50 points/hr, Fealty Resonance: Converts subject loyalty into Power of Faith]
[Population: Host: 100,000/100,000 (Upgrade City to increase population)
[Current Buffs: | +100% Host Loyalty]
[Power of Faith: The more your subjects and believers, the more your Power of Faith. This can be used to perform miracles and impossible feats. Current: 100,000/100,000]
"The Almighty System?" He thought. The interface of the system was so user friendly, he surfed through it easily. It even provided a guide which he swore he would read later but first, he checked his profile
[Name: N/A(user's name is unknown)]
[Rank: City God]
[Title: The Lord]
[Strength: SSS]
[Agility: SSS]
[Endurance: SSS]
[Aura: SSS]
[Intuition: SS]
[Divinity: S]
[The Lord: Release your aura and direct it at a target, an Aura and Divinity authentication will start. If the target fails Aura Authentication, they will Respect you. If the target fails Divinity Authentication, They will Fear you. If target fails both, Mental Damage will be Induced]
[Respect: 50% chance to compel obedience]
[Fear: 50% chance to exert control]
[Mental Damage: Target make irrational decisions to your advantage]
Shocked by what he could do with his aura alone, he quickly checked his skills tab
[Skill Name: Edict of Law]
[Type: Passive]
[Effect: Make edicts at the cost of your Divinity limited to your subjects and believers. The harsher the Edict, the higher the chance of betraying you. When Subjects or believers go against your Edicts, Power of Faith reduces]
[Note: You must name your City to use this skill]
Not so pleased with his skills, he switched to his equipment tab
[Name: Overarch's Blade]
[Type: Melee]
[Prerequisite: Strength SS, Divinity SS, City God]
[Attributes: Motive Piercer, Echoing Judgment]
[Motive Piercer: Ignores 75% of magical barriers, spiritual defenses, or armored resistances based on Divine Energy. (Divinity Authentication Required)]
[Echoing Judgment: Every time the sword connects with an enemy, it lets out a faint, resonating 'crack' that slightly disorients enemies within a 5-meter radius, setting them up for a rapid follow-up attack (S- Intuition are immune]
[Remark: This is the best sword in your city, only right it belongs to you]
[Name: Overarch's Armour]
[Type: Defense]
[Prerequisite: Strength SS, Divinity SS, City God]
[Attributes: Kinetic Feedback]
[Kinetic Feedback: Converts 10% of absorbed physical damage into a 5-second movement speed burst for the wearer]
[Remark: A fitting cloth for a majestic god]
"That is something" He exhaled in relief. He doesn't know what equipment or skills other gods have but this gave him temporary joy.
He kept surfing through the system's guide until voice like music broke through the silence.
"My Lord, wake up. It is finished. The building of your City… it is done."
The Lord lifted His eyes.
The figure kneeling before Him was bright enough to soften the air, but not blind Him. Wings folded behind him like sheets of living light, his face calm, gentle, almost… proud.
"Who are you?" The Lord asked.
"I am the First Light," the being said. "You bled your essence into the Void. And from that sacrifice, You created me… You created all of us."
He gestured behind him.
The Lord looked, and the breath left His chest.
White pathways stretched outward like clean paper waiting to be written on. Courtyards bathed in a warm, comforting glow. Buildings formed from light and thought, shaped by intention rather than tools. A sky that never dimmed but never burned too bright.
And beyond that
A Host.
Thousands of beings stood in perfect lines, wings tucked, heads bowed.
They were everything He had been denied.
A domain, a people, a place where His existence mattered.
"The Lord has awakened!" the First Light proclaimed, voice rising. "Let everything with breath praise the Lord!"
He drew a sword of pure radiance and stabbed it into the ground before kneeling.
The Host dropped to one knee, wings unfolding like a wave.
"Glory to the Awakened One! Glory to the Lord of All!" they chanted, their voices rolling across the air like thunder.
The Lord rose slowly from His throne. The sound that left Him was neither whisper nor roar, it was simply made audible.
"I am the Lord, your God," He declared. "With my light, I gave you life. And with that life, we shall rise. We will raid cities, and we will conquer them. My name shall spread across the realm until fear itself bows to me."
"ONLY YOU ARE THE MIGHTIEST!"
the Host shouted back, flooding His Divinity Core with raw faith.
He turned toward the First Light.
"What is your name?"
The being looked up without hesitation. "I have none yet, My Lord. If it pleases you, grant me one."
A memory flashed, Sur and Kaelen sneering at the Nameless God.
Not again!
"You shall be Lucifer," The Lord proclaimed. "The First Light."
Lucifer bowed, a smile curving at the edge of his lips. "Then I, Lucifer, will serve you forever."
Before The Lord could speak again, another figure appeared kneeling instantly, his voice steady and low.
"My Lord… you live. We feared the drain consumed you."
"We?" The Lord echoed.
"Yes, all of us," he replied as six other radiant beings materialized beside him. "We are the Seven Archangels, My Lord. And we command your Host."
A second pulse of power hit Him.
[New Asset Detected: Control of the Seven Archangels]
[Prerequisite: Must be the God of their City]
The Archangels rose and stood around Him like pillars.
Lucifer stepped closer. "My Lord, your City needs a name. A true one."
The Lord looked over the vast glowing landscape. "Tell me," He asked, "how large is this place?"
A different Archangel stepped forward—straight posture, calm expression. This was Michael.
"It is vast beyond measure, My God," Michael said. "Far greater than any other City. Your awakening shook the realm."
It is one thing for the system to describe, it is another for him to see it with his own eyes. It all looked like fantasy and disbelief was written all over his face
"Indeed," Lucifer added, a spark of pride in his tone. "Every being knows a new City rose but they do not yet know its Master."
"And the Great Contest?" The Lord asked. "When does it begin?"
"Soon," Lucifer answered. "But you must register at the Grand Citadel."
Michael stepped forward. "My Lord, forgive me, but you should not rush. You are a new god. The Citadel is… ruthless."
Lucifer's wings twitched sharply.
"What? You dare speak to the Lord with such restraint? He does not need coddling!"
Michael bowed immediately.
"I mean no disrespect, My Lord. I merely advise caution. The risks are real."
Lucifer clicked his tongue softly. A smirk curled up his lip as he think of Micheal's cowardice
Michael resisted the urge to glare. "I just think this is too reckless. If we don't balance our impulsiveness, the Lord might walk into danger blindly"
The Lord sensed the tension.
Not openly hostile… but not peaceful either.
"You are right, Michael," He said, "caution is necessary."
Lucifer's jaw tightened—then relaxed.
"However," The Lord continued, "I must go. I will register now. I will show the realm that I am not to be mocked."
Michael straightened. "Then allow me to accompany you. I am the strongest Archangel. I will protect you."
Another notification flickered:
[Escort Accepted: Michael (Rank: General)]
"It is settled," The Lord declared as the massive gates of His Domain shimmered open. "We go now."
Lucifer moved to follow but Michael stepped slightly ahead, forming the protective lead position.
Lucifer's smile froze. "So that's how it's going to be…" he whispered
Michael kept his eyes forward, but his words were sharp. "First Light or not, I am the best protection for the Lord"
"Prepare the chariot" Micheal ordered aloud and it was done in a jiffy
The Lord began walking toward the chariot which led them towards the City of Gods.