This world is no longer the world I know. It is now the universe I had written. [Name: Athelei] [Titles: Ambrosia, □□□□□□ □□ □□□ □□□□□□] [Age: 16] [Level: 0] [Class: N/A] [Rank: N/A] I should’ve been careful with what I wished for. Now, I have to figure out how to survive in this god-forsaken creation of mine and it’s too late for regrets. [All Things Will Have A Horrible End] — Such was the algorithm of the universe itself. Terrifying, no? “...Pft,” I will survive this even if I have to sacrifice the entire world.  The Gods are mere babies, unsure of their own origins. Mysteries are mysteries simply because I couldn’t be bothered to explain them. What more, those haughty superior races? Those humans who think themselves king? All things came into existence through the movements of my pen. They.  Will.  Cower.