Lonely At The Top

The wind whispered softly as Adams stood on the balcony of his palace, gazing down at the vast world beneath him. The stars stretched endlessly across the sky, their light barely reaching the grand cities, the towering mountains, the endless oceans—his domain. The gods had knelt before him, the universe had acknowledged him, and yet, in this quiet moment, he could only smirk.

"Funny," he muttered under his breath. "I was just a guy from Earth once."

He leaned against the railing, arms folded, eyes distant as memories flickered through his mind like scenes from an old film.

A simple man, a nobody, tossed into a new world after death. That day, the system had spoken to him for the first time, its voice cold and absolute. "Welcome To The Omnipotent System." That was it. No explanation, no warning. Just those five words, and then everything changed.