Legacy of a God
A young boy sat in the snow on a small hill in the courtyard of his small home, looking at the stars above.
“After today, I can finally leave this place and register with the academy. I’ll finally start my journey to become a God,” said the boy with a hand raised high like he was trying to grab the stars above.
He knew nothing about gods besides what a traveling merchant once told the kids in the village, which was nothing more than a story for children.
Gods are powerful beings, suffering from neither sickness nor starvation, not knowing death nor pain. They live in the stars above and judge the humans living in the world below. With one hand, the gods can destroy a world while, with the other, create it anew.
Those words stuck with the boy and sparkled a flame inside his heart that would have lasted for eons to come and ended up pushing that boy to claim a divine crown for himself.
A sudden headache came from nowhere and caused the boy’s expression to morph into one of pain. Eons of memories and data washed over his soul in seconds, almost breaking it to pieces when a dark-red crown flashed inside and stitched it back together.
The boy couldn’t take the agony washing over his soul and soon passed out cold in the snow, lines of text appearing endlessly under his pupils.
By the time he woke up, he was lying on a hard and itchy bed, covered by several layers of just as prickly blankets. A small candle on the table lit up his modest room and filled it with a nostalgic aroma.
The boy stretched his body and stood up on his rear. Looking at his tiny hands covered in blisters, he smiled slightly and muttered, “It worked.”
‘System. Access the World Records and tell me what year it is.’
The boy started laughing out loud, a feeling of anticipation he had long forgotten passing through his entire body. With his divinity sealed, his mind was also clearer than ever.
The door to his room swung open, and a middle-aged man carrying a small candle holder stepped inside. He fixed his angry dark-brown eyes on Seth.
“Why are you laughing like a lunatic in the middle of the night? Don’t you know your mother and I have work tomorrow morning?”
Seth looked at the man that just walked in, and a feeling of nostalgia rose inside his chest. It’s been so long since he last saw his father’s face.
Even his father’s enormous nose, which luckily he didn’t inherit, looked quite right to him now.
Sitting up from the bed, Seth walked up and surprised the angry man with a firm hug.
“I’m sorry, father. I’ll stop making noise,” said Seth, emotions he has long forgotten welling inside his chest and tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
‘System, what is wrong with me?’
The man pushed Seth away and started walking out of the room, muttering, “I must still be asleep, or this brat has got even crazier.”
Not minding his father’s words, Seth closed the door behind him and sat back on the bed.
‘System, is my source gone? I feel completely powerless.’
‘Alright. Please calculate my affinity for basic elemental energies.’
‘Hehe, it worked. I won’t have to struggle like before and break that wall when I reach it.’
‘Please show me a list of all the available energies and ensure you order them properly. I don’t feel like throwing up.’
Seth didn’t get an ounce of sleep the entire night, browsing the list of energy types and choosing what sources he should create.
His possibilities were endless, but the only problem was that his soul could only handle a maximum of six before falling apart.
Once the sun shone in his eyes through the small window of his room, he had already chosen six energy sources he aimed to create and changed his body accordingly to facilitate his ascension.
Seth chose the four fundamental ones of space, time, creation, and destruction since they were the most powerful after chaos. He entertained the idea of selecting chaos, but the system informed him that to create a chaos source, he would have to give up on other sources, or the chaos one would absorb them. Also, the world records only had basic information on chaos energy.
Already having spent one life blindly pressing forward in his quest to grow stronger, he gave up on it and just chose the other four and two others.
He was most excited about the Perception source and the Lust source. He named the energies and sources himself since the World Records only had scarce information about their uses, and these were the ones he could grow by interacting with the world around him.
He found perception energy on the list, which seemed similar to the concept of karma. It was generated by how other souls reacted to his actions. He found it appropriate since it would allow him to determine how his actions would influence others and the world around him.
As for Lust energy, it was on par with perception and an amalgamation of yin and yang energy, existing in perfect harmony and forming a source of their own. Seth considered it another essential source for his newly chosen path.
‘What is it, system?’
‘I can imagine. My goal is the same this time, but my path will differ.’
‘Haha, little system, listen carefully,’ said Seth with a deep look.
‘In this life, I will become a Harem God and rule this simulation along my godly harem.’
‘I’ll dethrone the gods standing against me and claim those seats for my companions. One day, when I sit upon my throne and encounter that barrier again, we’ll break through together and see the outside for ourselves.’
‘And those sources will become the building blocks of my legacy.’