In front of me stood Lucas, garbed in majestic clothing, looking like Zeus incarnate. The sight was so jarring it nearly made me laugh.

“Thank you for saving my time,” I said earnestly. Seeing my sincerity, Lucas cringed.

“You’re still the same piece of shit, aren’t you?” Lucas said, his tone less questioning and more matter-of-fact.

“Me? You’re calling me a piece of shit? You’re the one who made my life a living hell! Ever since high school, everything bad in my life seemed to trace back to you. I always knew you were the one pulling the strings, getting Martin to mess with me. You destroyed my social life, my school life—everything. And for what? What did I ever do to you?” My voice trembled with anger as years of pent-up frustration spilled out.

Lucas smirked. “So, you’re telling me you don’t remember anything about elementary or middle school? You transferred here in your final year, and I left in the second year of middle school. Did you seriously forget me so easily? Disgusting. You deserved everything I did to you.”

The revelation hit me like a lightning bolt. Memories I had buried deep began surfacing. “Holy shit… Luci! I remember now! Now it makes sense why my mom kept saying I’d find an old friend at school. God damn it, I completely forgot about that. But still, that doesn’t justify what you did! Ruining my life? Really?”

Lucas shrugged. “Oh, spare me the guilt trip. What are you, some flawless hero? I am god now—the power itself. And I should thank you. Killing Martin? That helped a lot. He didn’t willingly give up his evolutionary powers, you know, the ones that made him immortal. To this day, I don’t know how you bypassed them. Regardless, I installed a backdoor in his system. If he ever died, his powers were set to transfer to me. And thanks to you, I became what I am now. God. So, in a way, your actions made this possible.”

Lucas's words left me stunned. “What are you even talking about?” I managed to ask, but he was already on another tirade.

“Don’t interrupt. I was on my way to Dragora because it summoned me—it needed my help. On the way, I came across you, and everything clicked. You were the missing piece in my puzzle. You’re the reason I ascended. Though, I still don’t have Dragora’s powers, and I assume you had something to do with that. Doesn’t matter. You’ve served your purpose.”

“Wait—Dragora? What are you even talking about—”

Before I could finish my question, a sword of pure light pierced through my back, stopping just short of Lucas. The pain was dull, as if my body instinctively teleported me away at the last moment. But Lucas wasn’t as fortunate. The blade struck him straight through the chest, and he collapsed. His last words, whispered in a broken voice, were, “Why?”

I turned to face the source of the attack, my heart racing. What stood before me was a manifestation of unfiltered, raw power. The being’s presence was overwhelming, its form almost indescribable.

“The conversation was dragging,” the being said nonchalantly. “Interesting, sure, but I wanted to talk to you. And he was wasting my time. So, I killed him.”

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I stared, dumbfounded. “Who… are you?”

The being smiled—a gesture that felt both comforting and terrifying. “God. You’ve probably heard of me, though I’m not sure, you’d understand me. Let’s just say I’m more of a messenger than a creator.”

“A messenger?” My voice wavered. “Then… who created all of this?”

God chuckled. “Not me. I only brought the system here. I didn’t make it. But you—you’re closer to the title of ‘creator’ than I am.”

“What… what are you saying?” My head spun with confusion, my mind unable to process the enormity of his claim.

“You’re the ‘anchor being.’ The very existence of this world, this reality—hell, your entire life—it all stems from you. Everything that has happened, everything that will happen, is because of you.”

“That’s not possible!” I protested. “This—this is your doing!”

God tilted his head. “Is it? Or have you just not noticed the pattern? The portal to another world, the powers you gained, the enemies you defeated… everything is centred around you. And let’s not forget Martin. Killing him wasn’t just a random event. That act altered the course of existence. You found some loophole in the system, and now, here we are.”

I fell silent, unable to refute his words. Memories of past battles, choices, and regrets swirled in my mind. “What loophole?” I muttered, more to myself than to him.

God raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember? Fascinating. Even I don’t have all the answers, but it’s clear you manipulated the system—perhaps without realizing it. But that’s beside the point. The damage is done. Your actions destroyed Earth, slaughtered representatives of countless worlds, and left a trail of destruction. Even your companions weren’t spared. Everyone except Jon, that resilient dwarf. He survived, thanks to his unique connection to Earth’s core. But the others? Gone. And it’s all your fault.”

“No…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Intentions don’t matter,” God interrupted. “The consequences do. You were the catalyst for all of this. And now, it’s time to end your story.”

Before I could react, God raised his hand, preparing to strike. But then, something unexpected happened. A presence—something ancient and terrifying—stirred within me.

“What’s this?” God said, his voice tinged with surprise. “There’s… something else inside you. Something beyond my comprehension.”

I smirked, finding my footing for the first time in this encounter. “You don’t know, do you? The being in the Void—the one that gave me this body. It’s beyond you.”

God’s expression darkened. “Impossible. There’s no being beyond me. I am the system’s ultimate authority!”

“Then why are you afraid?” I taunted, the Void’s essence coursing through me. The fear in God’s eyes was undeniable.

“No… this isn’t how it’s supposed to end,” he muttered, his voice breaking. “I’m supposed to kill you! I’m supposed to move on!”

His panic gave me the opening I needed. I lunged forward, breaking through his defences and overwhelming him with raw, unrelenting force. Days passed—maybe weeks—as I pummelled the so-called God into submission. Finally, he lay broken before me, his power stripped away.

I stood over him, my breathing heavy. “You called yourself a messenger? Then deliver this message: existence deserves peace. And I’ll make sure it gets it.”

With a wave of my hand, I used God’s remaining power to restore balance to the worlds I had unwittingly destroyed. My companions were revived, their lives restored to what they once were. Even Lucas, the one who had betrayed me, was granted a second chance.

I turned to Jon, who stood silently nearby. “Take these powers,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Use them to rebuild your land. Make it better than it was before.”

Jon nodded, tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”

With my final task complete, I stepped through a portal to the Void. As its infinite darkness enveloped me, I felt a strange sense of relief. This was where I belonged. Not as a destroyer, not as a saviour, but as something in between—a being shaped by the chaos of existence.

The Void welcomed me, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was at peace.