In the vacuum of space surrounded by nothingness itself, anything trying to go near would be erased completely from the fabrics of time and space leaving nothing behind even their existence is erased from all. Suddenly 5 figures appeared within the space, each radiating their own aura of power enough power on par with 50% of a universe total energy, these are the universes administrators. They have come at that moment in their busy lifestyles to cope with a pressing issue, to find a new administrator for the newly created universe that recently occurred. A debate quickly happened, about who shall be the new administrator, so they finally decided it shall go to whoever is the most worthy overall. Upon completing the debate each administrator agreed to contribute to the project, having equal portions of power on the project and contributed the same amount of power, each administrator sent a message to all living lifeforms with intelligence in their field of power. The message simply stated Would you like to become a god? yes or no. at least 10% must accept otherwise chosen at random. all your achievements you have accumulated so far shall be converted into points to help your survival.

The bone-chilling winds whistles, engulfing all in darkness that encounters it. On top of a hill that seemed to stretch onwards for thousands of meters is a fading youth that flickers in and out of vision covered in an ominous color that continues to drip red. As the youth dropped what he was holding onto the hill, a loud thump was heard, and 100 objects fell crashing on the hill. The objects was in fact dead decaying corpses already drained of blood as the hill was covered in blood, having a smile on his face the youth jumps up and off the hill while holding his broken sword and surveys his handiwork. What was the hill was actually a hill of dead bodies piled upon one another causing a massive stench of death, it is the young mans history of death his achievements in killing, it is his life. Just as he was surveying the mountain of corpses he throws his broken sword in the pile next to it a smaller pile which consisted of broken swords, the youth sighs wishing for a sword that can withstand his might as the sword lands in the pile. The youth started to whistle and quickly within minutes shadows started to appear, and suddenly 1000 shadows appeared around the area. The shadows all whistled and bent down on the grassy plains filled with blood, each holding their right hand over their heart a symbol of respect towards their heir. The youth was about to say something until a message appeared in front of his face. Laughing the youth screamed with power in his voice he told his subjects to click yes and suddenly all 1001 shadows disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was this

Would you like to become a god?At least 10% must accept otherwise life forms would be chosen at random.all your achievements you have accumulated so far shall be converted into points to help your survival.CHOOSE YESCHOOSE NO

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