After watching the world shift and swell for years—never interfering, never guiding—he knew the time had come.

He had seen enough.

Creation had bloomed beyond anything he imagined. The World of Life teemed with power and purpose. The God Clan rose like a tapestry of stars. Entire races forged histories of their own, falling and rising without his hand ever pushing them.

He had created wonder. He had created struggle. He had created freedom.

But lately, even freedom had started to feel… empty.

At first, it was captivating. Watching new cultures take shape. Seeing temples rise, alliances form, wars erupt, and bloodlines grow stranger and more magnificent with each generation. It was more than he’d dreamed. He could spend hours simply observing—no need to act, no desire to interfere.

But as the years passed, something began to ache quietly inside him.

A kind of… distance.

It was like watching the greatest story ever written unfold—but never turning a single page yourself.

He knew the shape of everything. Knew how power moved, how life evolved, how worlds matured.

But he didn’t feel any of it.

Not the fear of being powerless.

Not the thrill of victory earned.

Not the heartbreak of losing something that mattered.

And without those things… what was the point of creating any of it?

He floated above the World Tree, watching cities flicker in the distance like clusters of stars. The God Clan was thriving. The other races had found balance—sometimes peace, sometimes tension—but always motion. Growth. Change.

They were living.

He was not.

“I didn’t make this world just to watch it,” he said aloud.

It wasn’t enough to see what life became.

He wanted to become something inside it.

Not as a god.

Not as a title.

Just as someone trying to survive.

Trying to find meaning the hard way.

⸻

He summoned the Divine Interface.

It shimmered into being like a presence more than a machine—responsive, alive, bound to him.

“System,” he said quietly, “am I able to descend into my own world?”

Creator Access Verified

Request Confirmed

Warning: Descent will require memory seal and power suppression.

Would you like to seal your creator power?

“Yes,” he said. “Seal everything. I don’t want to remember who I am… not until I’ve earned the right to.”

Confirmed.

Creator Powers: Sealed

Divine Awareness: Locked

Memory: Fragmented and Sealed

Rank Visibility: Hidden

What kind of life would you like to live?

He hesitated.

What did he really want?

A family? Power? Comfort?

No.

He wanted to struggle. To climb. To suffer and survive and still choose to keep going.

“Let’s make this interesting,” he said. “No family. No support. The only help I receive should come when I’m ready to awaken it—let the system activate when I turn eighteen.”

Life Parameters Accepted

Starting Realm: World of Life

Family Background: None

Social Status: Orphaned

External Support: None

System Access: Delayed – Activation upon bloodline awakening (Age 18)

Descent Initializing…

Final confirmation: Proceed?

He didn’t blink.

“Do it.”

⸻

There was no celestial sign. No holy chorus.

Just rain.

A soft drizzle falling in a forgotten alleyway, beneath the sprawling roots of the World Tree.

A baby, swaddled in torn cloth, lay still beneath the dark canopy of leaves. His skin was warm, but his breath was shallow. Golden eyes blinked slowly, confused, searching.

There was no one around.

No one coming.

And yet, something ancient stirred beneath that fragile exterior—sealed, sleeping, waiting.

No one would recognize him. No one would know his name. He would grow up with nothing.

But he wouldn’t stay that way.

Because the moment he turns eighteen… everything changes.

[End of Chapter 8]