Nothing
There once was [Nothing].
Not a man. Not a god. Just pure, endless void.Black. Empty. Infinite.He was all-powerful. All-knowing. Eternal.
And bored out of his goddamn mind.
So he created a world.A world of magic.
In this world, humans were born with the [System] — a divine interface that handed out knowledge for nothing, power for effort, and skills for mere repetition.
With the System, humanity thrived.They grew stronger, smarter, faster — evolving faster than any race before them.
But they weren't alone.
Magical creatures roamed the land: goblins, slimes, kobolds, beastkin — endless threats from beyond the borders.
And there were others.Demons. Elves.
Three intelligent races.Three worldviews.Three reasons to hate each other.
Racism bloomed like poison.Their wars became legend. Their hatred became law.
[Nothing] watched it all.And while it was amusing…He got bored again.
So he made friends.
Gods.
He split his power into fragments — and shaped them into beings with form, desire, and purpose.
Nine divine entities:
⚰ The God of Death
🌱 The Goddess of Life
🎲 The God of Luck
🗡 The God of War
💘 The God of Romance
💧 The God of Water and Ice
🪨 The God of Earth
🔥 The God of Fire
🌪 The God of Air
Each governed a domain.Each influenced the System.Each ruled through their chosen people.
And [Nothing]?
He finally had company.
But eventually…[Nothing] grew bored again.
Immortal minds tend to wander.So he came up with a new game:
He began sending [Outsiders] into the world.Beings from beyond reality.Or, as mortals came to call them — [Heroes].
They dropped into the world like sparks into dry grass.And they burned bright.
Too bright.
Heroes learned faster. Fought harder. Grew stronger.They tore through armies.Crushed monsters.Conquered dungeons in days.
Their power skyrocketed, outpacing anything native to the world.
And the gods?
They watched in silence.Watched as these foreign insects climbed higher than their own chosen.Watched as their influence began to slip.
It was a threat.An insult.
So the gods retaliated.
They began handing out divine blessings — stronger, purer, overwhelming.
These weren't just buffs.They were nukes.
Their champions were gifted X-Rank talents — abilities that made even the SSS-ranked Heroes look like tutorial mobs.
X > SSS.
Always.
It wasn't about fairness.It was about dominance.
The gods would not be outdone.Not by [Nothing].Not by his playthings.
And so, the world tilted again —toward war, imbalance, and divine pettiness.
Just the way [Nothing] liked it.
And in the depths of the Demon Kingdom,a child was born.
Not just any child —a demon with a talent the world had never seen:
[War – Rank X]
Most divine blessings, even at their peak, balanced each other out.SSS versus SSS. Power versus power.A bloody but even game.
But this demon?He wasn't just strong.He was efficient.
He squeezed every drop out of his gift.Every fight, every campaign, every blood-soaked step —he used his talent to rewrite what it meant to wage war.
And the balance shattered.
He rose quickly.Too quickly.
The Demon Kingdom — once fractured and ruled by chaos —now kneeled to one throne.
His.
In mere years, he became the Demon King —not by birthright, but by fear.
His power wasn't just personal.It was systemic.
He led armies like chess pieces.Turned goblins into generals.Kobolds into assassins.Slimes into siege weapons.
His talent infected the battlefield itself.
War was no longer a possibility.It was inevitable.
And worse — he wanted more.
He didn't just want peace for demons.He wanted dominance.Subjugation.Control.
The world began to break.
The humans turned to the gods —pleading, praying, begging for more blessings.
But many gods remained silent.Watching. Calculating. Holding back.
Too many. Too long.
That's when humanity realized:
"If we wait, we die."
So they turned to the only loophole that still worked:
They began summoning [Heroes] —faster, more often, more recklessly.
From other worlds.Other timelines.Other realities.
Each Hero summoned was a dice roll against extinction.
The board was set.The world was tipping.