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The first thing I noticed was that I couldn’t open my eyes.

Hello?

. . .

Nothing.

Alright.

Arms? Nope. Legs? No. Eyes again? Nein.

Not great.

Okay. How did I get here?

I’m a writer, fresh out of university, who’s working on my first story.

So what am I doing here? Wherever here is.

Let’s see. . .

Oh.

I was on a bus, and we went over a cliff. . . yeah.

. . .

I don’t feel anything.

Not even sad.

I wonder if I should be worried about that.

Okay, so I could be dead, or in a coma, or something.

Or. . .

It's not like I’ve never heard of isekai, but usually there’s a god or goddess which greets you, and gives you some stupid overpowered gift, typically with a healthy dose of ‘I own you.’

Alright.

Let's try this again.

Hello?

. . .

Nope.

Okay. . . Now what?

Lucifer? Jesus? Garfield?

Anyone?

No?

. . .

Maybe I’m the god?

I think I saw a story like that once.

Let’s find out.

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Like I said. I’m a writer. I can make things.

In theory.

I want to make a world. A story that I can make real.

So let's start with some light.

I flex my will, with the intention of making some light.

. . .

Is that-

Yes! I made light!

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. . .

Wait.

That's a woman.

That's an attractive woman.

. . .

An attractive glowing woman.

One who looks like a traditional isekai goddess.

. . .

Fuck.

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She opened her eyes, and was greeted with an endless expanse of nothingness. A vast, black void surrounded her, swallowing every inch of her vision.

How did she come to this place? Who was she?

And she was already bored.

But how should she entertain herself?

Oh.

Now there’s an idea.

She’s started with a blank canvas, the dark void which surrounds her.

She reflexively glows slightly brighter, to push the darkness slightly farther away.

She will make other living beings, and a world for them to live in.

A voice in the back of her head asked what brought such ideas to her, but that wasn’t important. She had a purpose! She would now be known as. . . Akira. Creator of the universe!

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Alright. I made a goddess, who is now seemingly making the universe, very quickly at that.

Which really begs the question: what am I?

I existed before she did, and she’s only now making stuff.

So I’m. . . nothing?

Or at least, I’m not stuff.

Okay.

Again, not feeling any sort of distress, which I really think I should be about now.

. . .

Can I also make stuff?

I mean I made her, right?

That sounded weird.

Quickly, I flex my will again, this time making something very specific.

A rock.

Well alright, maybe not that specific, but I envisioned it as well as I could.

. . .

Now there’s a rock there.

And it does match what I was thinking of.

. . .

Ok, get rid of it before she sees it.

. . .

And the rock is gone now.

. . .

Alright. So I’m a god. I’m not the one making the universe, that’s her, and eventually, by the looks of things, there is going to be life in it.

If it’s anything like earth, they’re gonna worship her.

But this is still my story. Okay, big quotations around ‘my’, but you get the point. And what’s a good story without a villain? I mean aesthetically we’re on track. She’s bright, glowy, beautiful, and is making the universe. I. . . don’t have a body, but I am basically the darkness, so we're on track.

But if I’m going to be the big bad, I’ve gotta have a cool name too.

. . .

I’ll think of one later.

For now, I’ll just sleep for a bit until she starts making creatures.

. . .

Wait, is she my daughter?

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Akira was already finished with the basics of her creation. The universe was ready for individual planets, and then she would make life! She just couldn’t wait.

. . .

She shivered slightly, feeling cold for a moment, and her memory flashed briefly to the all-encompassing darkness that surrounded her when she came to be. Casting a glance around her, she could only see her creations. Disregarding the momentary interruption, she began planning.

She was feeling a bit lonely. . .

Maybe she should make some godly peers? Ones who could help her create the universe?

That sounded like a good idea.

She started with ideas: she wanted vast swaths of liquid, filling in the cracks in her creations. She wanted life, plants and animals covering her creations. She wanted life like her.

Her power reacted with her desire, and things were made. Similar to her in shape, but slightly smaller. It didn’t match her exactly, Some were more similar to her, while others instead looked more. . . Masculine.

Where did that idea come from? She was the only other living being?

. . .

Probably just an unconscious idea.

They were not awake yet, so she could mold them to better serve their purposes.

She took the largest of the male gods, and began to mold him.

He would be Kaito, god of the oceans. He would control the seas of liquid that would soon exist throughout the universe. He would be the king of the gods, patient but hot-tempered.

She took the largest of the female gods, only slightly shorter than Kaito, and began molding her.

She would be Mei, goddess of life. She would bring life of all kinds to the universe that Akira would make. She would be the queen of the gods, kind but impulsive.

She would keep them asleep for now, and would wake them when the universe was ready.

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