Everything was blurry.

Not like blinking after sleep. Not like squinting in the dark.

More like trying to wake up underwater—slow, quiet, heavy.

Thoughts came in broken flashes. Glimpses of something real. Then gone. No breath. No heartbeat. No pain. Just confusion. Like his mind had forgotten how to hold itself together.

Time didn’t seem to move. Or maybe it never started at all.

He drifted—sometimes aware, sometimes not. Each time he tried to focus, the moment slipped through his grasp like fog through fingers.

And yet… something shifted.

Just enough clarity to realize he wasn’t lying down.

He wasn’t standing, either.

There was no floor. No ceiling. No sky. No sound. No direction.

Just black.

But he was still there.

A dim silhouette floated in the dark—faint and flickering. It had no flesh, no face. Just the rough outline of a man made of pulsing light.

Not a body.

A soul.

Then it came rushing back.

The gas station. The silence. The cold. The pain that stole his breath.

He had died.

That life was over.

But he was still here.

This wasn’t a dream. It didn’t feel like heaven or hell. It wasn’t anything at all. Just void. Endless, silent, weightless.

He couldn’t cry. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t even shiver.

Only float. Alone.

Until something moved.

A light appeared in the distance—small, golden, glowing.

Not fast. Not slow. Just steady, as if it had always been coming for him.

It drifted closer, cutting through the black like a star that had lost its sky.

When it stopped, it hovered there—quiet, calm, waiting.

A ticket.

Long. Thin. Covered in symbols he didn’t recognize. Shapes that shifted and flowed like ink in water—until they formed words, written across the surface in soft, glowing gold:

CREATOR’S TICKET

One life ends. Another begins.

This is your chance to create something better.

Accept to awaken the God Seed and forge your own world.

The words didn’t echo. Didn’t speak.

They simply existed—right inside his mind, like the void itself was whispering them into him.

He didn’t reach for it.

He didn’t have to.

The moment he wanted it—truly wanted it—the ticket dissolved. Its golden light unraveled into threads, wrapping around him, weaving into the light of his soul.

Warmth bloomed.

Not heat. Not touch.

But something deeper. Something that filled the emptiness without needing a body.

Peace. Power. Purpose.

Like the universe had handed him something no one ever had—a second chance.

And then—

More light.

It unfolded in front of him—panels of glowing symbols and calm, clean text. They hovered in the black, waiting.

A system. Divine. Silent. Unshakable.

Initializing Divine Interface…

God Seed: Active

Form: Soul State

Identity not set. Please designate your name.

His soul pulsed, as if remembering how to feel.

A name.

A new identity.

He didn’t have to think hard. One word rose from the back of his mind—something he’d forgotten he even remembered.

A name he’d once seen in a dusty book during a slow night shift.

Elyon.

He looked it up after. It meant Most High. Exalted One.

Back then, it had meant nothing.

But now… it felt right.

Not because he was strong.

But because this time, he was going to become someone who mattered.

Name confirmed. Welcome, ELYON.

Initializing God Panel…

Another window expanded in front of him. Larger. More defined. The letters pulsed with a quiet energy—alive and waiting.

NAME: [ELYON]

TITLE: Prime Creator

GOD RANK: ???

GOD POWER: ∞ (Unlimited)

GOD SEED: Active

FORM: Soul State

REALM: [Initializing…]

UNIQUE BLOODLINE SKILL: Creation of All Things

He didn’t understand all of it.

Not yet.

But something stirred in the space where his heart used to be.

He had no body.

No world.

Just his soul—and something awakening inside it.

This wasn’t someone else’s story anymore.

He wasn’t going to live life unnoticed. Unseen.

He was going to write the story himself.

From nothing… he would create everything.