heavenly god is bored?

The sky trembled. Lightning struck relentlessly. Towering mountains quaked as if about to collapse, while the ocean roared as if ready to swallow the land. In the realm of the gods, divine beings knelt in fear, gazing up at a single point in the highest heavens—the throne of ultimate power.

There, a man stood with a calm expression. His white robes were immaculate, his long hair flowed in the wind, and his golden eyes radiated a light that could make anyone tremble. He was the Celestial God, the supreme ruler whose name had shaken heaven and earth for thousands of years.

But today, something shocking was about to happen.

"I'm bored," he murmured, his voice soft yet echoing throughout the divine realm.

The gods kneeling below him held their breath. No one dared to lift their heads. No one dared to speak. The words spoken by the Celestial God were not something to be taken lightly.

"Every day, I sit on this throne, receive the greetings of the gods, face endless battles... it's dull." He sighed softly, then raised his hand to the sky. Instantly, the trembling heavens fell silent.

His sharp gaze swept over all the divine beings kneeling before him. "As of today, I am stepping down as the Supreme God."

It was as if the world had stopped spinning.

The gods widened their eyes in disbelief at what they had just heard. Even the highest-ranking deities who governed the various aspects of existence had never imagined that their ruler would do something like this.

"Y-Your Majesty, you cannot—"

Before one of the gods could finish speaking, an overwhelming divine pressure silenced them all.

"I have decided," the Celestial God said in a relaxed tone. "I want to live peacefully in the mortal world. No wars, no concerns about heaven and earth... just me and a simple life."

The gods swallowed hard. A simple life? What did he mean?

"My Lord..."

A deep and heavy voice suddenly rang out. From the crowd of gods, someone stepped forward. He was a tall man with long black hair tied neatly. His golden eyes were filled with power and determination. His black robes billowed in the celestial wind, and every step he took made the space around him tremble.

He was Asura, the most loyal subordinate of the Celestial God and the only existence considered the strongest after him.

"My Lord," Asura knelt on one knee. "If you wish to descend to the mortal world, allow me to accompany you."

The Celestial God looked at him for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Very well. Honestly, I'd prefer to have someone around to help with the small matters."

Asura remained kneeling, but in his heart, he could not comprehend his lord's decision. The Supreme God wanted to descend to the mortal world? To live as an ordinary human? It made no sense. But if that was his lord's will, he would not oppose it.

In an instant, light enveloped their bodies.

And in the next moment, they vanished from the realm of the gods.