Mikael's world had always been simple and predictable. He was an ordinary high school student, struggling to juggle homework, a social life, and the typical adolescent dilemmas. But as he lay down to sleep on what seemed like just another night, everything changed.

The moment his eyes closed, Mikael was engulfed in a disorienting swirl of colors and sensations. It felt like being pulled through a tunnel of light, his surroundings morphing rapidly. His bed, his room—everything vanished, replaced by an expansive and surreal landscape. He was lying on soft grass under an expansive sky filled with shimmering constellations and unfamiliar celestial bodies.

Mikael bolted upright, his heart racing. “What... where am I?” he muttered, his voice tinged with panic. The grass beneath him was impossibly soft, and the air was filled with a gentle, otherworldly glow.

Before he could fully grasp his surroundings, a figure materialized before him. The figure was tall, with an aura of calm authority. He wore robes of flowing, shimmering fabric that seemed to dance with the light. The figure’s eyes, a deep shade of blue, held an ancient wisdom that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of Mikael’s confusion.

“Greetings, Mikael,” the figure said with a respectful bow. “I am Lexam, your first servant and guard.”

Mikael stared at him, disbelief etched across his face. “This has to be a dream. It must be,” he said, his voice quivering.

Lexam’s demeanor remained unwavering. “This is no dream. You have awoken in Aethoria, the chief world of the Lentharian Divine Empire.”

Mikael’s brow furrowed. “Aethoria? Divine Empire? This is impossible. I was just about to go to sleep in my room.”

Lexam nodded sympathetically. “I understand this is overwhelming. Let me explain. The Lentharian Divine Empire governs not only Aethoria but all planets within its domain. The gods rule the higher realms, while demi-gods, angels, and fae inhabit the mortal worlds. The dark worlds are governed by the Gods of Chaos and the Void.”

Mikael shook his head, trying to process the information. “And why am I here? I don’t understand any of this.”

Lexam’s gaze grew solemn. “A Messenger God has not been brought to us by the system in more than five million years. Your arrival has been long foretold. You are here to replace the former God King, Erick.”

The name “Erick” seemed to echo in Mikael’s mind. “You expect me to replace some god? I’m just a high school student. I don’t even know what that means. I want to go home.”

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Lexam’s expression grew slightly embarrassed. “I understand your confusion. However, returning to your world is not an option. If you attempted to cross the universal boundary, you would fracture both universes and anger the Primordials. You are now a Divine entity, and your presence here is essential.”

Mikael’s heart sank as he tried to grasp the gravity of Lexam’s words. “So, what happens now? What am I supposed to do?”

Lexam’s demeanor softened with reassurance. “We will train you. You must learn the responsibilities of a God King, master your divine powers, and understand the laws that govern our realms. But first, allow me to introduce you to the Council of Gods.”

Mikael followed Lexam through a vast, luminous corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity. The walls were adorned with celestial symbols and glowing sigils, each representing a different facet of divine power. As they walked, Mikael noticed intricate mosaics depicting scenes of cosmic battles, divine creation, and ethereal landscapes.

The corridor opened into a grand chamber, its ceiling lost in a swirl of starry constellations. At the far end, nine thrones were arranged in a semi-circle. Each throne was unique, reflecting the essence and dominion of its occupant. Mikael’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight.

Lexam gestured toward the thrones. “This is the Council of Gods. Each member plays a crucial role in the governance and protection of our realms.”

As Mikael approached, the gods on the Council turned their gaze toward him. Aegis, the God of Guardianship, rose from his throne. His presence was imposing, and his ornate armor glowed with a protective aura. “Welcome, Mikael. We have awaited your arrival.”

Elarion, the Lord of the Elements, sat calmly, his form surrounded by a gentle breeze. “Your training will be essential. You must master your divine abilities and understand the complexities of your role.”

Selene, the Guardian of the Night, exuded a serene but commanding presence. Her dark robes seemed to merge with the shadows around her. “We will guide you through the trials ahead. The balance of power and responsibility is crucial.”

Lyra, the Mistress of Lore, observed Mikael with keen interest. Her attire was adorned with ancient symbols. “Understanding divine lore and laws is vital. You must be aware of the history and rules that govern our realms.”

Jorath, the Lord of the Forge, stood beside a massive anvil. His hands bore the marks of the forge, and his eyes held a spark of creativity. “Artifact crafting will be a significant part of your role. You must learn to create and wield divine artifacts.”

Each of the remaining gods offered their greetings and shared insights into their domains. Their presence was both awe-inspiring and intimidating, as they prepared to impart their wisdom and guidance.

Lexam turned to Mikael with a reassuring smile. “Your training will begin soon. For now, you must acclimate to your new surroundings and understand the scope of your responsibilities.”

Mikael took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. “This is all so much to take in. I don’t even know where to start.”

Lexam’s gaze was filled with encouragement. “You will find your path. The journey ahead will be challenging, but you are not alone. We will support you every step of the way.”

As the Council of Gods observed, Mikael took his first steps into this new world, his mind a whirlwind of questions and uncertainties. The grand chamber and the gods who inhabited it were a far cry from his ordinary life. Yet, as he looked up at the starry expanse above, he felt a glimmer of determination. No matter how overwhelming this new reality was, he knew he had to embrace his destiny and rise to the challenge.