The golden light pulsed faintly from Elian’s hands, casting dang shadows on the walls of the crumbling building. He ched his fists instinctively, trying to snuff it out, but the glow persisted, warm and unwavering. The injured woman he’d dragged to safety stirred slightly, her gaze flickering toward him.
“Your hands,” she murmured weakly, eyes wide. “What… what is that?”
“I don’t know,” Elian admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His chest tightened as he stared at the ethereal glow, a feeling somewhere between fear and fasation c through him.
Before he could think further, a sharp ping echoed in his mind, as clear and deliberate as a bell toll. His vision blurred, and suddenly, words appeared before him, floating in midair, translut yet undeniable.
[System Activatioed]
Wele, Elian. You have been chosen as one of the Seven Divine didates.
Domain: Creation
Synizing…
Status Interfaline.
Elian blinked, his breath catg in his throat. The words hung in the air, shimmering faintly, their presence as undeniable as the glowing light on his hands. He reached out instinctively, as if to touch them, but his fingers passed through the dispy.
“What is this…?” he muttered.
Another ping followed, and the floati shifted, revealing a new s.
[Status]
Name: Elian
Level: 1
Titles: None
Domain: Creation
Achievements: None recorded.
Attributes:
Energy: 60\60
Agility: 7
Strength: 5
Endurance: 7
Intelligence: 12
Creativity: 18
Luck: 10
Abilities: [Creation I]
Divinity:
Divine Essence: 0
Faith Points: 0
[Mission]
Further details accessible as level increases.
[Status End]
Elian stared at the s, his mind rag. None of this made sense. A system? Divine didate? It sounded like something out of one of his sketches, not real life. He rubbed his temples, half-expeg the vision to disappear, but the words remained, patient and unmoving.
“Chosen…” he murmured. “Why me?”
As if in response, a new notification appeared.
[“You possess a uential—a vision that sees what others ot. Use it wisely. The path to divinity is fraught with peril, but creation is the foundation of all progress. Begin small and grow.”]
Did the system just talk to me?
Elian swallowed hard. The words resonated deeply, stirring something within him. His hands still glowed, the light syng perfectly with the system’s presence. Creation. The domai oddly fitting, as though it had been waiting for him all along.
But there was no time to dwell. The building trembled again, a low rumble shaking dust loose from the ceiling. Through the broken windows, he could see the glow of fires outside, the shadows of creatures moving through the streets. The woman beside him whimpered, clutg her leg.
“What do I do?” he thought desperately, his gaze darting back to the system interface. As if hearing his plea, he felt something happening within him.
The golden glow from his hands intensified, and suddenly, images flooded his mind. A makeshift barricade, crafted from debris in the room. A reinforced door to keep the monsters at bay. He saw it all as though it had already been built, every piece fitting perfectly into pce.
Elian didn’t hesitate. He scrambled to his feet and began moving around the room, dragging furniture and debris into position. His hands worked instinctively, guided by the vision. The injured woman watched in stunned silence as he transformed the chaotic spato a crude but sturdy shelter.
Wheepped back, the golden light dimmed, leaving him breathless but satisfied. The barricade stood firm, and the door had been bolstered with scraps of metal and wood. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hold. For now.
The system pinged again.
[Achievement Unlocked: First Steps iion]
Reward: +5 creativity
Elian’s vision blurred momentarily as the words faded. A warmth spread through his chest, faint but reassuring. He wasn’t sure what the state creativity did exactly, but he felt like a smog, he never realise was there, was clearing out a bit in his mind.
“We’ll be safe here,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. The woman ears of relief streaming down her face.
But as Elian sat down beside her, his back against the reinforced door, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The system had chosen him for a reason, and if the world outside was any indication, he would need every ounce of its power to survive.
The tension in the room alpable. Elian sat with his back pressed against the reinforced door, listening to the muffled growls and screeches eg from the street outside. Every sou his nerves on edge. The injured woman beside him shifted unfortably, her breathing shallow but steady. She hadn’t spoken since he finished building the barricade, her wide-eyed stare a mix of fear and disbelief.
Elian’s hands itched, still faintly warm from the glow of his earlier work. He g them and then at the system interface, which remained in his vision, waiting like an open book. For some reason he had a feeling he o say the word status to activate the interface.
The simplicity of it was jarring, especially after experieng the Divine System. This interface offered no guidano expnation—just raw information. It struck him then: everyone must have a system, yet they wouldn’t realize how limited it was pared to what he now possessed.
The system pinged again, drawing his attention back to the more intricate dispy of his Divine System.
[Mission Avaible]
Mission: create a base
Objective: In the apocalypse, nowhere is safe. As the future god of creation, your first step should be to create a secure base.
Reward: +15 Divine Essence, + 5 in all attributes
Failure: Exposure to external danger.
Accept Mission?
[YES] [NO]
Elian’s brow furrowed as he stared at the text. The reward was entig, but the word “failure” sent a chill down his spine. He couldn’t afford to make mistakes—not now, with lives on the line. Swallowing hard, he reached out mentally, fog on the [YES] option.
The interface responded instantly, the missioails shifting to the side of his vision while a faint golden glow illuminated his surroundings. The warmth returo his hands, strohis time, apanied by a rush of crity. His mind filled with new ideas—ways tthen the barricade, reinforce oints, and utilize the room’s limited resources.
“Stay here,” he told the woman, his voice steadier than he felt. She nodded weakly, watg as he moved toward the barricade.
Elian sed the room, his vision almost a blueprint onto the space. He saw what could be done—a et pushed against the door to absorb impact, extra debris piled along the edges to seal gaps, a makeshift brace fashioned from a broken chair leg.
He worked quickly, his hands moving with purpose. He could feel his ability guiding him, each a precise and effit. The et groaned as he dragged it into pce, the sound eg loudly in the fined space. Every piece of furniture, every scrap of wood found its pce, fitting together like a puzzle.
When he fihe golden glow faded, leaving the room eerily silent.
Elian’s breath quied as the shadow of the approag creature grew rger in the flickering firelight outside the window. Each step it took sent faint vibrations through the floorboards, a steady, ominous drumbeat that rattled his already frayed nerves.
Elian ched his fists, f himself to focus. Fighting wasn’t an option. He had no on, no training—nothing to face a monster head-on. But the system had given him somethier: the creativity to create.
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as he activated the ability. The golden glow fred to life in his hands, spreading warmth through his fiips and sending a rush of crity to his mind. As he opened his eyes, the room transformed. His vision overid a faint golden blueprint onto the space, showing possibilities where before there had been only chaos.
Elian sed the room, his gaze darting over the barricade he had hastily structed earlier. Theiced its oints: the top edge was too exposed, the debris wasn’t anchored securely, and there was too much weight on one side. But more than that, it showed potential. The cluttered pile of wood, metal, and loose wires wasn’t just a barricade—it could be a trap.
He moved quickly, his hands guided by the glowing blueprints in his mind. First, he reinforced the base, shoving additional debris into the gaps to create a sturdy foundation. Then, he found a loose beam lying in the er and wedged it horizontally behind the barricade, brag it against the wall to act as a pivot point.
came the meism. Elian grabbed a bundle of frayed electrical wires hanging from a damaged wall socket. He twisted the wires together, fashioning a makeshift pulley system that ected the beam to the top of the barricade. The blueprint in his mind showed him the exact tension needed, and he adjusted the wires accly, tying them securely around a jagged piece of rebar.
The result was crude but funal: if the creature smmed into the barricade with enough force, the beam would pivot, releasing the tension on the wires and colpsing the top se inward. The debris above the pivot point—heavy sbs of wood and broken pster—would fall like a guillotine, pinning anything caught underh.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he tightehe st knot. The creature’s growls grew louder, closer. He could hear its cws scraping against the pavement outside. Elian stepped back, iing his work o time, but the real test was seds away.
The creature struck with the force of a freight train. The barricade shuddered violently, and Elian braced himself against the wall as the entire room seemed to tremble. For a heart-stopping moment, he thought the structure would give way entirely. But therap engaged.
The beam pivoted perfectly, releasing the tension on the wires. The top se of the barricade colpsed inward, the heavy debris above crashing down in a calcuted arc. The sound was deafening—a cacophony of splintering wood and g metal. The creature let out a guttural roar as the rubble fell, pinning its front legs and shoulders uhe weight.
Elian’s chest tightened as he peeked over the barricade. The mohrashed wildly, its obsidian-bck scales glinting in the dim light. Its molten-gold eyes burned with fury as it ss massive jaws, trying to free itself. But the trap held firm. Every time it tried to pull itself free, the tension in the wires shifted, causing more debris to slide down and trap it further.
For a moment, Elian couldn’t breathe. He had do. The system’s glowing notification firmed it:
[You have sin a level 3 mutant]
[You have level up]
Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. The shelter was safe for now, but Elia wouldn’t hold forever. Status he thought.
[Status]
Name: Elian
Level: 2
Titles: None
Domain: Creation
Achievements: [First step iion]
Attributes:
Energy : 60\60
Agility: 7
Strength: 5
Endurance: 7
Intelligence: 12
Creativity: 23
Luck: 10
[Free point: 5]
Abilities: Creation
Divinity:
Divine Essence: 0
Faith Points: 0
[Mission]
Further details accessible as level increases.
[status end]
So, each level gives us 5 point to distribute… I see.
The injured woman, still huddled in the er, stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “What… what did you do?”
Elian swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the pinned monster. “A trap,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I just… built a trap.”
“How did you know how to do that? It was so…” she asked.
He didn’t answer. How could he? The system, the glowing blueprints, the strange warmth in his hands—it was too much to expin. Even he didn’t fully uand.
Instead, he wondered how he should distribute his points. Right now, only being creative wouldn’t be enough to survive, he rength. He decided to put his 5 points in strength. While he could have divided his points, he felt like the upgrade wouldn’t be enough.
He felt himself growing 2 time as strong. The feeling was amazing, but he still had to wonder how strong was he exactly right now? Would it be enough to survive?
Still, for the first time, Elia a flicker of hope. This wasn’t just survival. This was a way to fight back. The system had chosen him for a reason, and if this was just the beginning, he had to be ready for whatever came .
