Chapter 1: Ashes of Power
"In the end, only one truth remained — creation birthed destruction."
The world of Zerion was a tapestry of light and ruin. Floating megacities blinked like constellations above the scorched lands. From the youngest beggar to the richest warlord, one thing unified all: power.
At age ten, every child was summoned to the Awakening Stone — ancient relics left behind by the Ancients. There, their true gift was revealed. Some summoned storms. Others bent gravity. One child even awakened the ability to erase sound itself.
But no two powers could exist twice. Once a power was claimed, it belonged to that soul until death. Only then could the energy be recycled by the universe — or stolen.
In the blue-collar district of Darak South, young Sam Kairo stood in line, heart pounding, palms slick. The plaza buzzed with energy. Lights flickered as other children stepped forward, activating their fate with trembling hands.
"Go on, Sammy," his father said, voice rough from factory dust. His mother offered a gentle nod, flanked by Sam's older sister and two elder brothers — all awakened, all respected.
Sam nodded, barely breathing.
He stepped forward. His fingers brushed the stone. Warm. Ancient. Alive.
The world went silent.
Then—
BOOM.
A surge of golden energy blasted outward in a perfect circle, flattening everyone within ten meters. The air twisted. The sky dimmed. Lines of glowing runes spiraled around Sam's body, spinning faster and faster like a divine circuit.
And then it stopped.
Silence.
A soft golden glow lingered on Sam's chest — a single rune burned into his heart.
Power Acquired: Creation
Description: The ability to bring into reality that which does not exist, by consuming energy and conceptual clarity.
Note: This power is… forbidden.
The system window disappeared as quickly as it came.
"What... what kind of power was that?" someone whispered.
"Did he just… destroy space?" another muttered.
Then someone else screamed:
"No two powers can exist! My uncle had Creation! He died last month… and he was a terrorist!"
That's when the fear began.
The city guards arrived. They took Sam aside. The crowd parted like he carried plague. Even the governor of Darak issued an order: monitor the boy. Isolate. Observe.
He wasn't jailed. But he wasn't free either.
Three Years Later – Darak Secondary School
"Hey, God-boy. Made anything lately?" a sneer echoed down the hallway.
Sam didn't answer. His books were already knocked from his hands.
Another shove. Then another.
Every day was the same.
The world worshipped power — but not when they didn't understand it.
Creation was too vast. Too unknown. Too dangerous. People feared what it could do. So instead of training, Sam was locked in theory classes. No sparring partners. No combat sims. No practicals.
He was a walking enigma. A threat.
But everything changed one night during his final year.
Sam's Bedroom – Midnight
He couldn't sleep.
He opened his old tablet and searched, almost out of instinct.
[Recommended For You: "Rebirth of the Creation God – A Webnovel"]
The title hit like lightning.
He tapped it.
The story told of a man born with Creation, hunted by gods, who built his empire from dust and bone.
Sam devoured every chapter. Then searched more. Dozens. Hundreds.
He realized something terrifying:
His power… wasn't useless.
It was limitless.
The books taught him the basics: understanding concepts, simulating structures, defining cost. Not magic — design. Not chaos — order.
That night, he took his first risk.
He left a dummy in his bed. Slipped out through the window. Into the woods behind Darak.
There, beneath starlight, he summoned his power.
[Creation Module: Active]
Concept Input: "Blade made of hardened light. Self-repairing. No external energy."
Error. Cost exceeds capacity.
Concept Input: "Basic metal dagger. Rustproof. Durable."
Processing…
Energy cost: Acceptable.
Created.
A gleaming silver blade materialized in his hand.
It wasn't perfect. But it was real.
And that night, Sam Kairo — the outcast, the freak — began the path to becoming a legend.
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The dagger in Sam's trembling hand shimmered faintly under the cold light of distant stars. It wasn't much — crude and fragile — but it was his first creation, born from raw, untamed power.
A soft, eerie glow pulsed from its edges, a quiet testament to the impossible force now coursing through him. The forest around him was silent, the only sound his ragged breaths mingling with the whisper of leaves.
This was no ordinary night. For the first time, Sam had shaped existence itself.
It was crude, imperfect — a far cry from the legendary creations he had read about in his secret webnovels — but it was his.
Every fiber of his being buzzed with a mixture of disbelief and fear. The power was there, raw and unshaped, but already it marked him as different. Dangerous. Vulnerable.
His classmates, who had once dismissed him as powerless, now cast wary glances his way. Rumors spread like wildfire: Sam has a power no one understands. A power no one has ever seen.
But with the whispers came cruelty. The bullies intensified their torment. They attacked not just his body, but his spirit. "Freak," they hissed. "Creation? That's a joke."
Yet Sam knew better. His power was a blank canvas — limitless but fragile. If he wanted to survive, to rise above the jeers and threats, he would have to learn. Fast.
Every day after school, while others boasted their flashy abilities or trained in crowded halls, Sam slipped away to the dense forest near his home. Here, away from prying eyes, he experimented in solitude.
He began with simple shapes — a pebble here, a leaf there — each effort draining him physically and mentally. The strain was immense. His body ached as if he had run a marathon, his mind teetering on the edge of collapse.
But the spark inside him refused to die.
Then came the first breakthrough. A small, glowing orb no bigger than a marble, pulsing gently with raw energy. It hovered before him like a fragile star, illuminating the shadows of the forest floor.
The joy was fleeting.
Power like his was uncharted territory. The limits were unknown, the risks immense. One misstep, and creation could become destruction.
Back at school, Sam's secret training remained hidden from everyone but his family. His elder siblings exchanged worried glances — proud yet fearful of what their youngest brother's power might bring.
Among his few allies was Layla, a healer whose power was often mistaken for light manipulation. Quiet and observant, she offered subtle encouragement, reminding Sam that strength wasn't measured by raw force alone.
High school's final year was a crucible. The academy scouts began to take notice. Invitations to elite training programs whispered through the halls like forbidden fruit.
Sam knew this was his chance — but also a test. Could he control the power that defied history? Could he create without losing himself?
The answer lay ahead, in a world where power was law and survival meant mastering the impossible.
And Sam was just beginning to write his story.