In an empty space stood a lonely figure and waited. Although the person was a man, was his beauty extraordinary if not to say out of this world. Even the most beautiful woman would die of shame, only looking at him. He looked like a 6-foot tall, slender young man with a delicate face. His pure emerald-colored eyes had a mysterious aura to them. The eyes looked as if they had seen millions of years and the downfall of thousands of empires and worlds. His eyes and the ancientness that they showed stand in hard contrast to his young and beautiful body. The silver-colored hair which nearly reached his thigh added only to the charisma of the mysterious man. His pure and snow-white skin without imperfections was the dream of all women.

At this moment, his delicate face showed only impatience and arrogance. He tipped with his foot at the ground in a steady rhythm.

From his mouth came words which no one would belief came from such an existence.

"Where is this fucking brute? He is late. If I come late to the meeting because of him, I will kill him. Is it not enough that I'm partnered with such an old idiot? He didn't even choose his world in the one thousand years of preparation time."

As the young man's impatience reached new heights and nearly erupted in anger, a crack in the fabric of space began to form in front of him.

"Finally! Couldn't you hurry a bit? We are late."

As the crack was big enough that a car could pass through, a man came through the crack.

The man's appearance was quite the opposite to that of the one waiting for him. While the waiting man looked more like a girl, then the other looked like the incarnation of manliness. He was seven feet tall, with a body full of well-toned, and obviously powerful muscles. In his face is a mesmerizing pair of deep red eyes visible. They glowed and looked like an everlasting fire, flickering but not extinguishable. The most remarkable of him was his arm muscles. They had nearly the same size as his thigh muscles. His eyes had the same ancientness to them as the ones of the girly man. But in contrast, were his eyes visibly more ancient, they had also wisdom to them that the other man clearly lacked. The muscular man looked more on the elderly side of life with his grey hair and beard.

"The youth from today... It's really a shame that all are that impatient and only care for their image."

The elderly man sighed and thought, how unlucky he was to be partnered with such an arrogant and impatient youth.

"Why did I even participate in this game. My time is long overdue in this small and insignificant game for power." Mumbled the elderly man.

The old man was also known as the god of smiths. His name is Ortal. He is one of the oldest gods in existence and had isolated himself from the other gods, to pursue new heights in smithing. His two sons and his daughter had long since perished. They had lost in a fight of power against one of the old ones. The old man could only sigh at the memory of how greedy for power his children were, to fight an old one, one as powerful and ancient as Ortal himself. In the present, his only happy moments were with his granddaughter Tiralda. She was a good granddaughter. Untouched by the greed of her parents. Tiralda was a happy kid and found joy in every small thing. Ortal involuntarily smiled at the thought of his granddaughter. She governs over significant areas, and as a consequence, she was a major god and not a minor. She was the god of light and pureness(innocent) and was accordingly strong. The contrary was the case with the gods that govern small areas like the god of wine or the god of flowers.

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In contrast to the small number of old ones which aren't more than ten currently, there are a lot of young gods. Not a small amount of the young ones are greedy for the power of the old ones. But not everyone was as foolish as his children were, to fight against one in a fight of power, so they played the game. The game existed since the creation of the universe. It is as ancient and powerful as the law of space and time. In this game, the young gods and the old gods could pursue power to reach greater heights. It was very rare for an old one to participate in a game nowadays because they already reached the peak of power and to participate in the game would bring neither any advantages nor disadvantages. They left the stage so that the young ones could decide the future of the worlds and dimensions. They mostly only take action if the universe was in a crisis to be destroyed. The time of the old ones to govern the worlds was long over. And the new era of the younger gods had begun. But the game doesn't only strengthen the gods. The game also strengthens the worlds, on which it is played. But in the weaker worlds can also get destroyed or overrun by monsters.

For the game, every god chooses a world, which they think could endure and win the game and which is also compatible with them. Then the world is introduced to the System. The System changes the worlds into RPG like worlds. It adds stats, skills, and other typical things of RPG games to the world, such as the status screen. The System has two main functions. One is to guide and help the integrated world. Thus, it isn't destroyed or has a chance to win the game. The other is to accelerate the growth of the world and its inhabitants.

The gods that won the game and the ones with the best performance are getting a certain amount of power proportional to their achievements. If a chosen world is destroyed before the end or if the original inhabitants were eliminated, the god loses power proportional to his failure. So if he tried his best and the world was destroyed anyway, then he doesn't suffer any loss, but if he didn't even try to prevent the destruction, then he loses a massive amount of power. The winner of the game is the one, which chosen world is the highest level, and if two worlds are the same level, then it is decided through a battle between the two worlds inhabitants. The game is also called Game of Origin because it is the origin of the power of the gods.

"What did you call me you powerless old bastard???"

The beautiful men asked Ortal angrily.

Ortal could only blame himself for the way he was treated by the other god. This situation is bound to happen because he never revealed his power to others, and only the other old ones know the amount of the power he possesses.

"You are so arrogant for a god as weak as you. But it can't be helped. You were always arrogant, Belan. Too overbearing for the god of beauty and charm, in my opinion."

"What do you mean, old man. Your time has long run out if you ask me. Do you still know how the game functions? First, you didn't even come to the god's meetings and then you didn't even choose a world until the last moment. All the good worlds with powerful races or bountiful resources or both were all chosen a long time ago by the other gods. And what did you do? You waited till the last moment and chose a world with a weak race that doesn't even have access to mana or know how to use it. You are really a senile old god, Ortal."

Belan didn't stop talking and cursing Ortal until five minutes later. After that, he made a hand gesture and opened a crock in the empty space.

"Do you come? We are now late because of you."

With a hateful glance back to Ortal, Belan stepped through the crack and disappeared.

"Why did I even participate? Oh, my granddaughter, why did I let you persuade me into taking part in this Game of Origin. And for god's sake, why did I get such a pathetic and idiotic partner?" Said Ortal while giggling at his own joke.

With a last sigh, Ortal stepped forward to the crack which Belan created and went through it.