Prologue: In the year 2042, the world was not as it once was. The skies, once clear and blue, were shrouded in the smoke of war. Cities that had stood for centuries lay in ruins, and humanity's hope had been snuffed out like a candle in a storm. The invaders had come swiftly, like a plague, subjugating the world with an unrelenting force. Nations fell, one after another, until the entire planet was under the yoke of a new, tyrannical order. The last remnants of resistance had fought bravely, but in the end, they were no match for the otherworldly powers that had descended upon them. And among the fallen was a man who had tried to make a stand, to protect his people, to turn the tide. But he had failed. His name was lost in the annals of history, buried beneath the ashes of a conquered world. Yet, death was not the end for him. He awoke with a gasp, his heart pounding in his chest, as if it had never stopped. The cold realization of his failure still clung to him like a shroud, but something was different. The air was cleaner, the sounds of life more vibrant. He recognized this place—it was his home. But everything seemed… younger. Looking into the mirror, he saw a reflection that shouldn’t have been possible. A young man, no older than twenty, stared back at him. The man he had been before the world fell apart. Before the invasion. Before everything went wrong. It didn’t take long for the truth to dawn on him: he had been given a second chance. Somehow, someway, he had traveled back in time, his mind and soul returning to the body he had inhabited two decades ago. The mission was clear in his mind—save the people of this era, prepare them for the coming storm, and prevent the future he had witnessed from ever unfolding. But fate had more in store for him than he could have ever imagined. This world was not as he remembered. A mysterious phenomenon awaited him on his twentieth birthday—a divine simulation where every individual was granted a godly domain, a sacred realm where they could mold and shape their own world. Here, each person was assigned a random race and title, and it was their task to guide these beings, nurturing them into faithful followers, and eventually, to conquer the domains of other gods. This simulation was more than a mere game; it was a crucible where strength, strategy, and will were tested. Success meant gaining power, influence, and allies. Failure could mean losing everything, including one’s very soul. But for him, the stakes were even higher—this divine simulation held the key to saving the future. He would have to use every ounce of his knowledge from the future, every skill he had honed, and every lesson he had learned to navigate this world of gods and believers. He would not fail again. This time, he would be ready. This time, he would conquer. This time, he would save them all