《God of Magic and Creation》Chapter 1 - Prologue (Rewritten)
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[Third POV]
In the void, there's a mortal being constantly ripped apart by the nothingness, but every time it seems as if he was going to die, his body would come back together. He has been here for who knows how long. This mortal name is Samuru Toshiro, and before everything, he was only a mere 19 years old in college.
"Ha-ha, he has undoubtfully left me alone in the universe, where not even Death resides," said Samuru. "Not even Death would like to stay in a place with no souls."
[?? Years Ago, December 27, 2016]
"Samuru, Toshiro. Is there anyone with that name here?" Asked Professor DeMarco.
"Yes. I am right here," said Samuru.
Some of you might be thinking, "ugh it's another Japanese person," but I'm an African American who was born in American. My parents thought it would be amazing if I had a Japanese name, but it only caused me to be the target of bullies when I was younger. My goal was to receive a major in Neuroscience and a minor in Psychology, but that ended quickly.
"There's someone outside that would like-," said the Professor before being interrupted by a box screen that appeared in front of everyone.
You have ten seconds to make a choice. Would you like to transfer to a universe that is perfect for you? Keep in mind that nothing comes without danger. Time Starts Now! Yes No
*You have ten seconds to make a choice. Would you like to transfer to a universe that is perfect for you? Keep in mind that nothing comes without danger. Time Starts Now!*
Of course, I have chosen "No," thinking that majority of the sentient beings would also pick no, but I was completely wrong. After ten seconds, everything disappeared. When I said everything, I mean everything even the clothes I was wearing were gone. Soon another box popped up.
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'Ugh, why the fuck did I pick 'no'!' Samuru thought to himself as he peered into the void. He was not able to speak since there was no air, but only nothingness. Immediately, he felt cruciating pain as his body was ripped apart piece by piece.
In moments, he was only just a soul.
'Am I going to die?' He thought to himself as the void was just about to shred his last part, but shockingly his body was whole once again.
'Not even Death is present in the emptiness,' he thought to himself. The process kept on repeating over and over again.
[?? Years Later. Present Time.]
*Crack*
'Sssh, did you hear that?' A voice echoed in Samuru head.
'Who's there?! Is there someone here?' He thought to himself as he looked around the void trying to search for the voice.
"It has finally happened," said a different voice.
He looked around trying to search for the location of the voice, but it felt like it came from everywhere. It was undeterminable to figure whether it was male or female.
'Stop looking around. You're making yourself look crazy,' said the voice in Samuru head.
"He has finally gone mad," said the different voice. "I am right over here."
As soon as the voice finished talking the void moved as if it was a curtain and revealed a humanoid figure. Behind the figure were smaller humanoids.
"I have long since forgotten my real name, so I am known as Origin. I am male by-the-way. And those behind me," Origin said as he mentioned with his hand to those that are in the back. "They are not as old as me, so they have names, but they are known as the Watchers."
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'Origin mustn't be using his brain if he expects you to talk to him through the void,' said the voice in his head.
'Yeah, he mustn't be,' thought Samuru.
"Well, you know that I can read your mind, right?" Origin replied.
'What? How can he do that? He must be a God or something,' said the voice.
"I am a being that is above Gods, so mind reading a mortal is a simple task," said Origin.
'So, what do you want with me?' Samuru thought.
"Well, I, I mean we have been watching you for many years. Today would mark the one millionth year you that you have been abandon in the void also I have to say that you have a keen mind if it took that long to break," said Origin.
'One-one million years. Holy hell, how am I still sane?' Samuru thought.
'Yeah, how are you we still sane?' Replied the voice in his head.
"The division has been perfect," said one of the Watchers.
"Well, back to reason that I am here. I would like to ask whether or not you-." said Origin before he was interrupted.
'I accept,' exclaimed Samuru as a grin spread across his face.
"You do not even know what it is," said Origin.
'I know, but I know that I would finally be able to leave this place,' thought Samuru.
"As I was saying, I would like you to become a God. You can become a God of two domains. Now, what would you like to be?" He asked.
'Hmmm, let me think,' thought Samuru as time passed swiftly. 'Okay, I have thought of my two domains. I would like the area of Creation and Magic.'
"Excellent choice. That would allow you to be automatic How would you like your new body to look like?" Said Origin.
'I would like to have a changeable body size. My skin would contain a universe, hair goes reach down to my waist, and my facial appearance changes to whatever the person looking think is most beautiful,' said Samuru. 'Wait, I have a question. Is the world I am going to have an RPG system?'
"No, it does not," replied Origin.
'Can I have an RPG system?' He asked.
"Sure, why not," answered Origin.
RPG System Installed
"That should be all for now. I will send you off now," said Origin as he waved his hand and sent Samuru away, but something stayed behind.
'Why didn't you send me away with him?' Asked the voice that was formerly inside Samuru head.
"Well now I would like to allow so give you a chance, but this time your class is already predetermined. You will be the Destruction of his Creation. I also bestow you the name Iovis," said Origin as he once again waved his hand and sent Iovis toward the world. He then proceeds to snap his fingers.
"That should do it. Now Samuru and Iovis do not remember that they were one in the same. Time for us to go and watch their journey" said Origin as the curtain of the void came to a close.
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