Azurael Shunyaviel: Infinite Source Of All Creation And Destruction

Alert!! Main story begins from volume 2.



Additional tags

#Gods #Devil #Ancient beings #Creators #Monarchs

(Notice : there are two paths for those who are in search of harem and one who wants no-harem and here is a good news because I myself don't know, you asked why (°^°) well nothing because this novel is an accident i didn't want to post but mistakenly set the time. So the harem and no-harem part will be dealt later and enjoy the reading right now, if possible then ignore my mistake in first 11 chapters.)



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Zar had just completed the prologue of his first novel—a sprawling, intricate universe known as the Nexus Verse, filled with multiverses, ancient beings, and a god-tier academy designed to train the most powerful individuals across existence. He had poured years into world-building, designing complex systems, and crafting lore that would put even the greatest fictional worlds to shame. It was his magnum opus… or so he thought.



Then, on the night of his 22nd birthday, something went horribly wrong. A simple cake-cutting moment turned into an out-of-body experience, and when he woke up, he wasn’t at home anymore. Instead, he found himself standing inside the very world he had created—but there was a problem. He had only written the prologue. The rest? Just scattered ideas in his head.



And now, he was here.



To his horror, the Nexus Verse was far more vast and chaotic than he had imagined. His "brilliant" concepts had backfired spectacularly—there weren’t just a few multiverses, there were over 9,000 of them, each teeming with powerful civilizations, cosmic monstrosities, and warlords that made gods look like insects. Worse, the Nexus Academy—the elite institution he had designed to train only the strongest beings—was real. And as fate would have it, he was now a participant in its entrance exam.



Armed with whatever scraps of lore he can remember and the horrifying realization that he might have made this world way too overpowered, Zar must navigate the trials of Nexus Academy, outsmart beings that defy logic, and pray that none of the godlike entities he wrote into existence decide to obliterate him just for fun.



After all, if the author himself doesn’t even know what happens next… how the hell is he supposed to survive?



As he struggles to comprehend the madness he has been thrown into, a voice—ancient, boundless, and resonating with unfathomable power—echoes in his mind.



[At long last… the Architect awakens. Welcome, my sole and rightful wielder.]



Zar's breath caught in his throat.



What the hell had he created?