As a system in age of global gods

I was supposed to reincarnate as a hero, a king, a chosen one—

not a System strapped to a clueless high schooler!



One moment, I was an ordinary soul, munching snacks and dodging real-world responsibilities.

The next, I wake up in the body of a System —

trapped inside a hyper-advanced civilization where teenagers must build entire worlds just to graduate high school and ascend to demigods, fight for resources to become gods.



Create a world, they said.

Now I’m stuck babysitting a confused Host who thinks "creating a planet" means planting a tree!

Our mission? Craft a complete, living cosmos — complete with physics, magic, history, and civilizations — before the Final Evaluation.

If he fails, he will be reduced to a slave to , and I’ll never get my proper second life!



Armed with a handful of unstable abilities:



[Scan] (for identifying anything... probably),



[Create] (pray it doesn't explode),



[Storage] (because hoarding is survival),



[Transfer] (good luck aiming it),



[Anchor] (our only lifeline!) —

I must guide this kid to godhood from behind the scenes.



But this universe isn't kind.

Rival students weaponize black holes.

Bored gods throw galaxies around like dodgeballs.



Meanwhile, our Host — bless his soul — just accidentally flooded his starter world... with sentient broccoli.



This is not how I imagined my glorious second life!



"I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com as well"