Yoseman

Everything was going well until my situation suddenly turned upside down.

I graduated from university and was about to apply for a job, achieving my goal and my parents' goal, until disaster struck.

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"Creation of the World," a game that gives its user the ability to possess a limitless world, with the freedom to do and create anything without any restrictions!

Cassian watched the Earth being swallowed by the world he had created, unable to do anything, until he found his consciousness in a body that wasn't his.

Cassian Starhold, the older brother of the world's greatest hero.

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I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only job was to work, sacrificing my life for a few grams of cheap metals. But my enemies did not allow me to stay that way. They brought the war to me and destroyed everything I had built throughout my life.

I watched thousands of their best sons as they listened to the man who ignited the fire in my life, standing authoritatively among the majestic marble columns. Tall and strong, his gray hair matched those around him. Thousands of people with similar features looked at him, their eyes filled with admiration and ambition.

"People are not equal!" he said, his voice dripping with arrogance and pride.

The eyes of the people standing below pierced through him, "We are the pinnacle of evolution that any creature can reach. There is nothing beyond us! We have ascended above piles of cheap blood, committing massacres among those who are inferior! And you are about to inherit this legacy.

But those who want this power must earn it! It is not something that can be obtained merely by birth! It is something one must deserve! Wealth, power, status… these are things that require mountains of victims to get a mere glimpse of them..."

He raised his hands high, madness and pride covering his eyes like an impenetrable veil, and the same happened with their children standing below. Thousands shouted with intense pride. The scene was terrifying.

"You do not realize how much your ancestors sacrificed to place you in this position... but you will soon learn. And I promise you, putting my pride on the line..."

"Only those who deserve to be among us will survive!"

"Soon, I will show you clearly why we are called dragons!"

These so-called dragons did not know... that soon, a puppet would emerge to shatter their illusions.
He is wrong. None of them will survive…

Creator's POV

I looked at the black bag I had vomited into; this was the fourth one since starting the training.

This wasn't what I expected at all...

My body was trembling uncontrollably, and something like steam was coming off my clothes while my skin turned red.

When I stood, my legs shook humorously, and I was forced to sit down immediately.

My stomach felt like it was sticking to my back, I was irrationally hungry and thirsty, even though I had drunk a lot of water, the dryness in my throat remained.

I felt nauseous... as if the world around me was spinning unrealistically, and I felt like I would fall even though I was sitting.

I kept lifting and lowering my head unconsciously, feeling insane... my mind wasn't working as usual.

I couldn't wait to sleep... it wasn't sleepiness driving this desire, but extreme pain and a lot of other things.

Chapter 125: Barbarian [1]