**Chapter 1: The End and the Beginning**
In the depths of unfathomable Darkness, there lay an overwhelming sensation. A sharp, searing pain pierced through the void with an intensity that was both foreign and familiar. Then, abruptly, there was—nothing.
Arkan Vale blinked, or at least he attempted to, but he was met with a profound absence. No eyes gazed out into the world, no breath filled his lungs, and no heartbeat thudded in his chest. All that surrounded him was an oppressive silence, a deep and unyielding Void.
> [Welcome, Arkan Vale.]
[You have died.]
[You are now the Sole Being in Existence.]
[Initializing — Genesis System.]
Suspended in this endless expanse, he felt weightless, as though every piece of him had been stripped away. Thoughts swirled like chaotic fragments, yet they were shrouded in an eerie quietude, focusing solely on the voice that resonated in his mind—and the radiant screen that floated before him.
A glowing interface emerged from the emptiness, illuminating the darkness around him.
> [Genesis System Activated.]
[You are designated: Creator-Level 0.]
[Objective: Create Existence.]
"What…?" Arkan's voice echoed back at him, not carried through air but transmitted through thought itself.
> [You possess: 1000 Creation Points.]
[Begin Creation? Y/N]
He stared at the screen, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips. "I died… and now I'm supposed to be God?"
Silence hung in response. Only the relentless blinking of the cursor filled the void, challenging him.
"Fine. Yes. Create."
> [World Creation Initialized.]
[Name your first World.]
He paused, contemplating the enormity of his task. After a moment of deep introspection, he declared, "Elysiar."
> [World Name: Elysiar confirmed.]
[Choose Base Laws:]
As if beckoning him deeper into this cosmic responsibility, new windows materialized before him, each offering a fundamental aspect of the world he was about to create:
- Gravity
- Timeflow
- Magic Index
- Atmospheric Composition
- Terrain Type
- Water/Mass Ratio
Arkan hesitated for just a moment, feeling the weight of his impending choices. Then, with a decisive nod, he began to forge his vision.
He set gravity to a level akin to Earth, grounding his world while bending the laws of nature. Time would flow ten times faster than his own perception, allowing him the privilege of witnessing generations unfold before him as he lingered in the Void. Magic would be real—dense, wild, untamed, coursing through the very fabric of existence. He envisioned breathable air, flooded with vibrant colors, and decided that the sky would glow with a mystical purple hue.
For the terrain, he selected a stunning visual: vast oceans stretching to the horizon, shattered continents rising like jagged teeth from the depths, interspersed with floating isles that defied gravity itself.
With each selection, the Void around him shimmered, and he sensed anticipation building. A radiant seed of light began to swirl before him, growing with potential, vibrating with the energy of creation.
> [Cost: 650 Creation Points.]
[Proceed? Y/N]
"Yes," he responded, his voice echoing with newfound determination.
In an instant, light exploded into existence.
A planet spun forth from the depths of nothingness—raw, empty, yet undeniably alive.
Arkan trembled in awe as he marveled at what he had just created. He had manifested a world, birthed from the Void itself.
> [New Function Unlocked: Species Designer.]
[Remaining Points: 350]
[Create Intelligent Life?]
He hesitated again, allowing the weight of the decision to settle over him.
"Something sentient…" he mused, envisioning beings that could reflect the vastness of his ambition. He imagined humanoids with fiery wings that danced like flames, minds as brilliantly complex as stars, and skin like the glossy surface of obsidian stone.
With meticulous care, he began to mold them into existence.
> [Race Created: Skarnai – Flameborn Ascendants]
[Traits: High Intelligence, Aggressive, Fire Affinity]
[Culture: Tribal. Worship Fire. Value Strength.]
[Cost: 300 Points.]
"Do it," he commanded, feeling excitement surge through him.
The Skarnai emerged from the forge of creation—in fire and ash, they were born upon volcanic isles that echoed their fiery essence.
He watched over them as they grew, their lives unfolding in fast-forward; his time slowed while theirs raced ahead. They founded tribes, battled fierce beasts, discovered the mysteries of magic, and, tragically, turned on each other in conflict.
Yet amidst the chaos, something extraordinary happened. They began to gaze upward — to the vastness of the sky and, ultimately, to him.
They constructed shrines, kindled flames in his honor, and performed rituals, burning sacrifices as they whispered fervent prayers to the wind.
> [Faith Detected.]
[New Function Unlocked: Divinity Core.]
[You have become a Level 1 God.]
With the recognition of their faith, power surged through Arkan, igniting him like a flame in the void.
He smiled, a profound warmth spreading through him.
"Maybe… I won't be alone forever."
In that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope in his heart, igniting a desire for companionship in the very fabric of his new reality. Thus began not just the story of Elysiar, but of Arkan Vale, the creator, who was destined to shape a world and the lives within it.