Transforming reality into a game

In the year 2020, at the end of July, in the United States, in the Hawaiian Islands, on the Island of Gold and Silver, it was early morning. The vibrant morning sun gradually rose from the sea horizon, painting the surrounding clouds and the vast ocean in hues of red. In the sky, at the boundary where night and dawn intertwined, a young man stood suspended in the air, calmly observing the Island of Gold and Silver below. Although his stature was tall and his appearance somewhat ordinary, his eyes, bright and captivating, left a lasting impression. If this scene happened to be captured and shared online, it might have caused a sensation, though many would likely dismiss it as a manipulated photo or face internet censorship from various national security agencies. At this moment, while most people were still immersed in dreams, the few who were awake paid little attention to the unlikely presence high above. The young man, named Zhang Ling, after a careful examination, couldn't help but smile, addressing the Island of Gold and Silver below, "Though my appearance may resemble a duck pear, its size makes it a perfect foundation for constructing the 'Game of Gods.' It wasn't in vain that I spent one point of divine power to teleport from the Hua Nation." The primary advantage of claiming an island of this size was the minimal expenditure of divine power. Without dwelling further, he decided to initiate the plan. "Come!" Choosing his target, Zhang Ling felt the preciousness of time. Divine power surged within him; his eyes radiated iridescent light. He raised his hands towards the Island of Gold and Silver below and exclaimed, "Freeze!" Instantly, a powerful gust of wind accompanied by countless dark clouds materialized out of thin air. The calm sea turned into turbulent waves resembling a typhoon of considerable force. Waves rose and fell, converging into a massive towering wave hundreds of meters high, looming behind Zhang Ling like a mythological deity. "Go!" At this moment, Zhang Ling's eyes flashed, and with a wave of both hands, the colossal wave crashed down, carrying tons of seawater with a deafening roar, slamming onto the Island of Gold and Silver. The previously calm sea now looked ravaged, creating waves of various heights. "Separate!" Anticipating the consequences, Zhang Ling, with a flash of light in his eyes, spoke again. The next second, hundreds of meters high waves transformed into countless stars, resembling a night sky filled with twinkling stars. Each "starlight" was, in fact, a white light shield protecting residents and tourists, lifting them from the island to drift away on the sea. Shortly after, the submerged residents and tourists were rescued, gathered, and protected within the light shields. "Ice!" Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling extended his right hand, and a massive block of ice rose from the sea. The protected residents and tourists floated atop the ice, avoiding submersion in the cold seawater. Mission accomplished! With a light wave, Zhang Ling dispersed the spatial cracks, revealing a satisfied and relaxed smile on his face. Things were difficult at the beginning, but great structures rise from level ground. With the Island of Gold and Silver as the foundation, the core problem of establishing the "Game of Gods" was resolved. He expected the pace to quicken in the future. However, the smile faded from Zhang Ling's face as he thought of the critical issue: divine power. Subtracting the twelve points of divine power consumed in the process, he was left with only seventy-two points, enough for survival for two months. Once divine power was depleted, the damaged divine grid attached to Zhang Ling's soul would not show mercy. It would instantly turn him to ashes, becoming its energy source, even if the energy provided was minuscule, not enough to gather even a single point of divine power. Therefore, until the "Game of Gods" was established, and a stable source of divine power acquired, Zhang Ling dared not relax or be negligent. "Not right, it should be seventy-one points of divine power left; I need to consume one more when I go back." With a shake of his head, Zhang Ling was reluctantly aware of his situation. The surrounding space quickly distorted, absorbing him entirely. After a moment, as the twisted space returned to calm, Zhang Ling's remaining points vanished, leaving no trace. The initiator of all this vanished, and the wind gradually subsided, clouds dispersed, and the waves on the sea began to calm. The sun continued its daily journey, casting warm golden light on the ice where the terrified residents and tourists stood, bringing them a sense of comfort. "Oh my God!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Was the disappearing figure just now the mythical demon god from legends?!" The words hung in the air before a moment of silence, followed by a clamor of voices, speculating and echoing through the crowd..