"Haah~" I sighed, frustrated, as I stared blankly at my laptop screen. "How long has it been now? That I have had this writer's block?" I asked myself, looking at the text pointer, blinking at an empty doc document.

My name is Ailesh Finnegan, from an Ireland father and an Indian mother. 20-year-old senior college male double majoring in computer science and math, planning on going into AI development after graduation. I minor in philosophy and creative writing, and this is where I am having a problem.

I was always a logical mind, which helped me breeze through the two majors my parents forced me to do. It also helped me with my minor, philosophy, something I wanted to be my major. Then here comes creative writing, the subject dragging down my GPA.

My overall GPA is 3.93 because of my senior class creative writing class. Throughout college, all of my grades have been A. And I mean, all of them. I would have had a perfect 4.0 GPA, but I have a B- in this class, bringing down my GPA.

The only reason is that the professor decided to grade her 32 students off the web novel they wrote and posted on her website. She grades it from words per chapter, total word count, chapter count, updates stability, active readers, and rating.

When I first heard this, I was overjoyed. I mean, how popular can the website be? The entire class, except a few, thought so. That was until we found out she owned one was the owner of one of the biggest writing websites.

Even with that, it was easy for me to write a book suited for one type of audience. Give those people what they want, and you get a lot of active readers and good reviews from those people.

My class grade was an A until the professor decided she would start reading the books and change the grade based on the book style, story, grammar, character, plot, and many other things, bringing down my grade to a B-.

If I wanted to, I could drop the class and keep my perfect grade since I already had enough credit to complete creative writing as a minor, but it was too late. The time for dropping class was over a month ago, and back then, I had an A and was confident in keeping that.

"Haah." I sighed one more, covering my face with my palm. The thing bringing down my story was the characters. The male characters were 'fantastic,' but the female characters were 'dog water.' These were words spoken by my professor.

To say they had characters was even praise. My professor recommended I co-write with another classmate, but my extreme personality to keep to myself prevented me from doing so.

'I would just accept this B-. I don't even know why I picked this minor.' I know the reason, and it was that I was interested in building my fantasy world with new and unique races, religions, cities, and all those things.

But the book I am writing, which is the definition of generic, didn't allow me to do that. 'My obsession with a good grade stopped me from exploring how the new race I created would affect my novel.' I cracked my neck, looking up at the ceiling. 'At least the book is earning me money from Patreon...'

The blaring fire alarm of the campus hall cut off my train of thought, causing me to clench my ears short. It was disgustingly loud, to the point that people had almost gotten deft if they stayed in the building for too long. I knew it was this way, so it would wake any sleeping students and force them to hurry out of the building, but it was still annoying.

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"It's probably another dumbass smoking that triggered the alarm." I groaned, standing up from my chair in front of my computer desk.

I lived in the tallest hall on the campus, standing 15 stories high, with 450 rooms, every room being single rooms. It was more expensive to pay for a single room than a double room, but for me, paying an extra 2k was better than sharing a room with a random.

In the building, the higher you go, the more lawless it becomes. People on the 10th floor and above do whatever they want, and the resident assistant(RA) does nothing. They even join in on the fun. This is especially on the 15th floor, where people smoke like there is no tomorrow. Some even cover the fire alarm in their room to stop it from detecting the smoak, but I guess this time someone had forgotten to cover it.

The worst part is that I live on the 15th floor.

Standing up, I took my wallet and phone from my desk, putting it in my pocket before leaving the room and entering a chaotic hallway with people were sprinting down the hall as if running from a monster.

I didn't bother to ask or even try to think of the conclusion for them running this chaotically since this is how it always is and followed suit. We reached the stairs and started running down the stairs, practically skipping one or two stairs. We were all pros at running downstairs since this was a common occurrence.

Our group soon met up with the 14th-floor residence, causing the stairs way to become more crowdy. It was never a problem because we weren't beasts and know how to rush down the stairs without causing any problems for others, but an accident was bound to happen one day. 'There should really widen this stairs---'

"Shit!" A scream came from behind me, drawing my attention. Before I could look to see what was happening, someone's elbow slammed into my back. The force pushed me forward, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground.

I was at the bottom of the flight of stairs, so there was no one to fall into. 'Thank god there is no one below me, or else there will be a huge commotion---' My thought was cut short as I noticed multiple people were falling down the stairs.

And right into me.

"Oh, fuck." That all escaped my mouth as the first person fell on me. It didn't take long until I was crushed under the weight of multiple people, and everywhere went dark.

But somehow, I was still alive. My thought was still present even though I was dead. I couldn't feel any part of my body, and all I could see was darkness, but I was still 'alive.'

'The afterlife?' I thought, hoping this wasn't the afterlife I would spend eternity in. Just then, an emotionless male voice entered his mind.

[You were chosen randomly from all living beings in the universe to be the new god of the world. The CREATOR hopes you do well in building your world.]

'What?'

[Your death came from me to end your life permanently on Earth, the world of another god, and bring you into the void. Your soul has been reforged from a mortal to the soul of a god, giving you an infinite lifespan.]

"What?"

[I will take this chance away if you don't adjust quickly.] The voice now sounded like an angry worker forced to work overtime.

"Right, right." I quickly got back my composure. "I was randomly chosen to be the new god of a new world and was killed by you. Is that right?" I asked, but the voice didn't respond and kept going.

[Welcome to the ranks of gods. Now, I will leave the Mono to you.]

I didn't understand what the fuck was going on. Well, I understood, but it was mind-boggling. I died, and it turned out some higher being killed me after choosing me to be a god. Not only that, I was randomly picked from out of trillions of people. That's a 0.000000000001% odd!

'Holy shit! I am lucky!' I screamed in my mind, more excited than I had ever been.

[Hello, new god. I am Mono.] A different voice sounded in my head, this one monotonous and ambiguous. [My only job is to calculate your karma and bring you to the location to start your journey as a new god.]

"Like positive and negative karma?" I asked. "Would the negative be subtracted from the positive to give you your actual karma value?"

[No.] Mono replied. [Karma, in this sense, is just how much you influenced the world in your life span, either negatively or positively.]

"Oh, damn." I chuckled, "I will guess gods don't follow the morality of mortals."

[You are right.] Mono replied, [Now, I will calculate it.]