God of creation system : The apocalypse

Chapter 2 : The condition

I couldn't believe my eyes because one of the antagonists from the manga I created was standing right in front of me.

"No, this is impossible. This is a joke," I muttered.

While I was standing there in a daze, she suddenly pinched my cheek, causing me to yelp in pain.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?" I cried out, complaining.

"So you'd know this isn't just a dream. It's real—you are in Endoryo. The world that you, yourself, created."

"What? But how? Why? That's not possible because a world like this doesn't actually exist," I replied.

A battle-axe suddenly materialized in her hand, and she joked, "Do you want me to cut off your hand so you'll believe you're not dreaming?"

I immediately rejected her proposal and said I couldn't understand how any of this was happening.

"It's only natural for me to wonder how these things are happening, and how you even pulled them off," I asked.

"Wait, are you deaf or just slow? I literally just told you I'm an angel."

I felt insulted by her remark and grew angry. I couldn't accept her claim that she was an angel, especially since she looked nothing like one. "As far as I'm concerned, you don't look like an angel at all."

"Oh... You don't believe I'm an angel just because of my appearance? Out of three million planets with living beings in your galaxy, Earth is the only one that assumes angels look like humans with wings on their backs."

She explained that, contrary to what Earthlings believe, angels do not have a fixed form; instead, they adapt depending on the situation.

The appearance I was seeing right now was simply a form she had conjured using her power so she could move around more easily and blend into this world.

"My true form is ten times larger than the planet Earth."

I couldn't respond to what she said, and I didn't know if she was being serious because it sounded like a huge joke.

However, I couldn't deny that there was something extraordinary about her. If she was the reason I was here, it meant she was a powerful being.

"Wait, fine—even though this is completely impossible, let's just say I believe you're an angel. But why me? And what is this mission you're talking about that I have to fulfill in Endoryo?" I asked.

"Ah, that's a great question. I am going to send you to the world of your dreams, where you will interact with the creatures you created with your own hands."

"Including the destinies you decreed for everyone to happen."

"I want you to listen to their prayers, their gratitude, and all the hatred they harbor against the god who created them."

At first, I didn't understand what she was saying—perhaps because fear over my current situation continued to overwhelm me—but my attention suddenly shifted when she mentioned saving a place.

"You are here to save the creatures from the clutches of the dark lords here in Endoryo."

"Save them? Wait, are you saying you want me to fight the antagonists from the manga I wrote?" I asked nervously.

"Wonderful, you're catching on," she said.

Even though her expectations of me were crystal clear, it felt completely unimaginable that I could actually pull it off.

"Hold on, how am I supposed to save the people of Endoryo from them?"

"That's entirely up to you. Your fate will be shaped by the decisions and actions you make in this world," she answered.

She didn't give me direct instructions on how it would all end, but she gave me a starting point: participating in a game.

She mentioned that I could join a game created by a powerful being named Crimson.

By joining and winning the game, I could acquire powerful items to use in saving Endoryo.

"The method you choose is up to you."

She began sharing information about the comic I wrote and how dangerous it was for all living things, especially since it was controlled by Crimson, who had turned the entire planet into a mere plaything for his own amusement.

Based on my own writing, there were eight dark lords who had snuffed out over ten billion lives just to win the game.

That didn't even count the innocent beings dying every single day from losing games they had no choice but to play.

"Isn't that a vile and unjust thing? It's unfair to me and to almost all the creatures who never asked for the fate you handed them," she pointed out.

I suddenly pondered her point. I couldn't deny that I was the one who wrote it all, but I defended myself by saying it was just fiction—simple scenarios in a comic book.

"You can't use that excuse anymore because this is no longer just a story in a comic book."

She gave me another reminder: if I managed to defeat the eight dark lords, I would truly become the rightful god to my creations.

"One more thing you must remember: things won't be easy for you, considering you're just a normal human."

She made it clear that I wasn't some almighty deity descending as a god, but rather an ordinary human with heavy limitations.

She reminded me that I needed to cooperate with the characters there and use my knowledge of the plot to beat the game.

What she was asking of me was far too complicated to process. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined I'd be tasked with saving other people's lives.

"Wait! Okay, fine, let's say I have a mission here—why send me to this world as a mere mortal?"

"You must be out of your mind if you think I can fight the antagonists of Endoryo using only my plot knowledge."

She just laughed while explaining that changing a creature's fundamental race was beyond her powers.

"You're a human from Earth. Do you really think I can turn you into a dragon or a god?"

I shook my head in frustration. Even if she couldn't make me a god or a dragon, I still needed some kind of power to pull off this mission.

"You know, I'm pretty familiar with scenes like this. I know you're supposed to give me powers or something first so I can use them in this world."

"Hahaha, well, you're smart. Alright, I'll give you a single chance."

With a mere snap of her fingers, armor materialized on my body alongside a glowing sword. My entire body was enveloped in a golden aura and an overwhelming presence.

I was so awestruck that I stood frozen, barely listening to her explanations.

"That is the hero's armor and sword. I am lending them to you temporarily just to get you through the test I've prepared for you in this place."

According to her, as long as I held them, I would be powerful, fast, and strong. All the traits of a true hero would be mine to use in defeating the dark lords.

She pointed toward Halloween and ordered me to strike him down in combat.

"If you manage to conquer him using the powerful weapon in your hands, I won't take them back from you."

"What? Wait, why is there a condition? Can't you just give them to me outright, seeing as you're the one who dreamed up all of this?" I complained.

Halloween was one of the strongest dark lords—it was practically impossible for even the manga's original protagonist to defeat him. Aside from his ability to absorb dark energy from his surroundings, he was also essentially immortal.

She just laughed at me, saying she couldn't grant all my wishes because I wasn't here to become the strongest instantly.

"Hahaha, everything would be so boring if you were overpowered from the start. Don't you want an exciting life?"

She made me understand that I needed to experience everything ordinary beings felt in the world I had created.

"Huh? You're not making any sense. This isn't the kind of exciting life I had in mind!" I shouted angrily.

"Stop complaining so much and just be grateful for what you're given."

With that, she suddenly kicked me, sending me hurtling downward.

"Huh?"

From a height of nearly a hundred meters, I plummeted rapidly like a shooting star. My whole body shook with terror as the ground rushed up to meet me.

"No, I'm going to die if I hit the ground!" I gasped.

While panicking and not knowing what to do, a voice echoed inside my mind, offering a reminder:

"You really will die if you don't do something. Your weapon is powerful—use it to survive!" Koko said.

I had no idea what to do. Sure, I had a weapon with power, but how on earth was I supposed to survive this? There was nothing I could do. Was I actually going to die here?