**Chapter 1: The Arrival Of God**
The sky was the color of ash, a dull, oppressive gray that seemed to stretch on forever. The air itself was thick with the scent of decay, a haunting reminder of what had once been. The world was a wasteland, and for as long as anyone could remember, it had always been this way.
Sixteen years. That was how long it took before you were chosen, plucked from the remnants of civilization, and thrust into a reality far more sinister than any nightmare. Sixteen years of waiting, dreading the inevitable day when you would stand on the threshold of the unknown.
Aris felt his heart pound in his chest as he stood in the middle of what had once been a thriving city. Now, it was nothing but rubble and dust, a graveyard of forgotten dreams. Today was his day. His sixteenth birthday. And the God had come.
The wind whipped through the empty streets, carrying with it a voice that echoed in Aris's mind. It was a voice that did not belong to this world, a voice that spoke of power, of fate, of inescapable destiny.
_"You have been chosen,"_ the voice whispered, cold and distant, as if it came from the very heavens above. _"On this day, you shall begin your journey. The game awaits you."_
Aris swallowed hard, his throat dry as he looked around, searching for the source of the voice. But there was nothing, only the ruins of the world he had known, and the growing sense of dread that settled in his bones.
_"Name yourself,"_ the voice commanded, and Aris felt the weight of the words press down on him. This was it. There was no turning back.
"Aris," he said, his voice trembling. "I am Aris."
There was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Then, the voice spoke again, this time with a hint of satisfaction.
_"Aris, you will face three paths. Choose wisely, for your fate is now tied to the game. These are the worlds that await you:"_
The air around Aris began to shimmer, the very fabric of reality warping and twisting as the voice continued.
_"The Wasteland: A world of desolation and decay, where only the strong survive. Cultivate your strength, forge your path in the barren lands, and rise above the ruins."_
Images flashed before Aris's eyes—vast, arid landscapes, the sun a distant, burning orb in a sky devoid of mercy. He saw figures moving through the wasteland, their bodies hardened by the harsh environment, their eyes filled with determination.
_"The Future: A world of towering cities and endless possibilities, where the mind is the ultimate weapon. Cultivate your intellect, unlock the secrets of the universe, and shape your own destiny."_
Now, Aris saw a different vision—gleaming skyscrapers that pierced the clouds, streets teeming with life, and people whose very thoughts could bend the world to their will. It was a place of innovation, of endless potential, but also of hidden dangers.
_"The War World: A world in perpetual conflict, where the drums of war never cease. Cultivate your prowess in battle, lead armies to victory, and carve your name into the annals of history."_
The final image was one of chaos—battlefields drenched in blood, armies clashing in a relentless struggle for supremacy. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the cries of the fallen. It was a world where war was not just a way of life, but the only life.
The visions faded, leaving Aris standing alone in the desolate street. His heart raced as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of the choice before him. Each world was a challenge, a test of his very existence. But this was the curse of mankind, the perpetual game that none could escape.
_"Choose, Aris,"_ the voice urged, growing impatient. _"The game begins now."_
Aris clenched his fists, his mind racing. There was no right answer, no path that promised safety or salvation. But this was his fate, and he had to face it head-on. With a deep breath, he made his choice.
As the world around him began to dissolve, Aris felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. This was it—the beginning of his journey, the first step into a new reality. The game had begun, and there was no going back.
And so, with a final breath, Aris stepped forward, into the world that would define his destiny.