Arjun Mehra died like an idiot.
Not in battle.
Not saving someone.
Not even in an accident involving something impressive.
No.
He slipped on a soap bar outside his hostel bathroom, skull cracking against the floor tiles.
The last thing he remembered was thinking:
"At least let me respawn somewhere better yaar…"
When he opened his eyes again, the sky had three moons.
One silver.
One violet.
One blood-red.
The air smelled of dust and forgotten centuries.
The ground under him was cracked like a dying desert, stretching endlessly.
And in front of him hovered a blue translucent window.
A system window.
[Welcome, Architect of Worlds]
Arjun blinked.
"…What?"
Another line appeared, glowing brighter.
[You have been chosen to Rebuild the Fallen Realm of Elyndor.]
[You possess Creation-Class Abilities.]
[Your purpose: Restore Life, Build Kingdoms, Shape Civilizations.]
Arjun sat up, rubbing his forehead.
"So… I really got isekai'd?
And into a builder system?
Not a swordsman? Not a mage?
Architect?"
He looked around again.
A dead world.
Silent.
Empty.
Hopeless.
His heart tightened.
He wasn't a hero.
He wasn't a chosen one.
But he was someone who knew how to build.
MBA. Marketing. Experienced in organizing people. Managing interns. Doing internships. Solving resource problems.
Maybe that was enough.
"Alright system," he muttered. "Let's try your powers."
He raised his hand, imagining fertile land—soil rich with life.
A soft pulse spread from his palm.
The world trembled.
Cracked earth healed.
Green shoots rose.
Dry air turned warm and moist.
Life brushed against the land for the first time in centuries.
Arjun gasped.
"I… I actually created this."
A notification chimed.
[Terraforming successful.]
[Land Quality: From Cursed → Divine Grade]
[Area Revived: 10 sq km]
Arjun stared at the glowing grass under his shoes.
This was real.
He wasn't dreaming.
He had the power to resurrect worlds.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Okay… now this is cool."
But the land was empty.
A kingdom needed people.
And he had none.
Just silence.
Just emptiness.
Just him.
He exhaled.
"System… how do I get citizens?"
The answer appeared instantly.
[Ability Unlocked: Soul-Summon]
[Description: Summon lost souls drifting between worlds and give them new life.]
Arjun stared at the glowing words.
"Lost souls…? So I can revive people?"
[Affirmative.]
He hesitated only a moment.
Then extended his hand.
"Come. I'll give you a home."
Light erupted.
Shapes formed in the air—transparent at first, then slowly turning solid.
Humanoid.
Fragile.
Glowing faintly.
They appeared one by one: children, elders, men, women.
Thirty-two in total.
The moment they fully materialized, they collapsed in fear, trembling before him.
Their voices quivered.
"G-great one… please spare us…"
Arjun's heart twisted.
He knelt to their level.
"Hey… hey, it's okay. You're safe. I summoned you to give you a home. Food. Water. A new life."
They stared at him, wide-eyed.
Softly, they spoke in unison:
"We… we accept you as our sovereign…"
A notification rang.
[First Citizens Acquired: 32]
[New Race Created: Lumens]
[Racial Trait: Natural Builders – Efficient at construction and teamwork]
[Your Kingdom has been born.]
Arjun breathed out.
His kingdom had begun.
Today, it was thirty-two people in a field.
But tomorrow?
Maybe a village.
A city.
A kingdom.
An empire.
Or maybe… a whole world reborn.
Arjun looked at the Lumens, smiling warmly.
"Let's build something beautiful."