"I'll be leaving you for tonight. While you're playing, your body's sleeping, but your mind's awake. So I'll give you tonight to familiarize yourself with your new game. Happy birthday, little bro," Lisa said.
And she turned it on and left the room.
"…"
As soon as she turned it on, pitch-black darkness swallowed him completely.
Zein tried to look around, tried to analyze where he was—but there was nothing. No stars. No shapes. No light. No beings. Only the void stretched infinitely, a boundless emptiness that seemed to absorb not just sight, but thought itself. It was vast beyond comprehension, a place with no horizon, no sky, no ground—only the unending black staring back at him.
Then, without warning, a figure appeared. It sat on what seemed to be a chair, but not a normal one—a crooked, uneven throne, yet impossibly stable. The being radiated a calm authority, as if it were constructed from both nothing and everything at once. It simply watched Zein, unblinking, silent, infinite.
Zein gasped. He tried to speak, but no words would form. He tried to move, but his body refused to obey. He wasn't allowed.
"Truly… incredible," the being finally said. Its voice was soft, yet every syllable carried the weight of existence itself. The void around them shuddered under the force of the words, the darkness bending and twisting like liquid in response.
"Your soul… it is remarkable. Simply… infinite," it continued, each word vibrating in Zein's chest as though resonating directly with his essence.
"No wonder you are him," the being murmured, rising from the throne. It moved with a grace that defied dimension, each step dissolving and reforming the void beneath it.
"As for your gift," the being said, stopping just a breath away from him, "there is no need to waste time deciding which powers to grant yourself. That would be... inefficient. I know the perfect thing."
It extended a hand, impossibly large yet delicate, and pressed it against Zein's chest. In an instant, the void, the being, the chair, the darkness—all of it—was drawn into him, not with violence, but with a quiet inevitability, as if the universe itself were folding into his very soul.
And then… he was no longer there.
This time, he appeared in space—vast, endless, and unlike the previous place. Darkness still stretched infinitely, but now it felt different. Not emptiness, not void—but purity itself. A silence so absolute it seemed to hum with the essence of existence.
Zein's eyes searched, instinctively looking for a being, anything resembling what he had seen before.
To his astonishment, there was something. Not a being in any conventional sense—no color, no soul, no form—but still… perceptible. He could feel it, an awareness that was not bound by shape or substance.
It sat upon a massive golden throne, a structure that somehow existed in one place yet everywhere and nowhere at once. The being perched upon it as though bored, its gaze fixed on Zein with an intensity that seemed to pierce both body and soul.
Then he noticed the footstool beneath its legs. Universes. Entire cosmoses. Omniverses, laws, VERSES, cosmogonies, beyonds, dimensions, multiverses, giga, eta, mega verses—true beyonds and totalities, pre-voids, origins—all condensed into a singular object, reduced to something that the being casually rested upon.
Time passed—or maybe it didn't. The silence pressed upon Zein like a tangible weight.
Finally, he spoke.
"Who… are you?"
At first, the being did not answer. Then, slowly, with a voice that carried the resonance of everything and nothing:
"I am you."
"What?" Zein stammered, dumbfounded.
Thinking it must be a joke, he decided to play along. "Who am I?"
The being's response came, bored yet absolute:
"You are me."
"Okay…" Zein muttered, curiosity rising. "Then… who are we?"
A low, cosmic laugh echoed, vibrating through the infinite space.
"Truly… incredible."
The being, still seated, rose from its colossal throne. Zein stepped back instinctively, skeptical yet unable to look away.
"We are us," it said. "You are me, and I am you."
Without warning, the being extended its hand, pressing it against Zein's chest. The footstool, the infinite space, the throne, the being itself—everything—was drawn into him in an instant. Not violently, but inevitably, like the universe had been folded and compressed into the singularity of his soul.
And then… he was gone.
Zein found himself in a bewildering land once more.
This place was nothing like the others. It was full. Endless fields of grass swayed beneath a gentle wind, flowers of countless colors bloomed freely, and above it all shone a warm sun, brilliant and alive.
Around him stood countless others—people just like him, newly arrived. They had no physical bodies, yet they were clearly visible, existing as pure souls given form only by perception. Confusion, excitement, and awe rippled through the gathering.
Then the sun itself began to change.
Light condensed, descending slowly, until a figure emerged from its core. A woman clad in a majestic robe of flowing radiance, six wings unfurled behind her. She was breathtaking—otherworldly in a way words failed to capture. Her hair was white as untouched snow, her eyes a deep, luminous gold. A divine light poured from her presence, bathing the land in reverent silence.
She spoke.
"Welcome, mortals."
Her voice was calm, yet it echoed across the fields, settling deep within every soul.
"This is the world where your dreams can be accomplished. A world where your fantasies and imaginations become reality."
She paused, then declared:
"This is THE WORLD OF FANTASY."
"Woah…" someone whispered, staring openly at her divine presence.
"As this is your first time here," the goddess continued, "there will be a brief introduction."
"You all are Transcenders as you have Transcended the limits of Measly mortals, you are still human, yes, but superhuman." The Goddess continued
"In this world, every individual possesses a system—created by, and given form through, your own soul."
Murmurs spread instantly.
"There are many kinds of power here," she went on. "Mana, qi, aura, energies beyond naming. Your growth will depend on your soul's compatibility with these forces—and your talent."
Excited whispers erupted. Curiosity burned in the air.
Zein, however, was grinning internally.
Lisa had read him manhwas. He had devoured novels. He knew exactly what a system was—and the thought of having one made his chest tighten with excitement.
So how do I activate it? he wondered. Do I say status window? System?
Before he could think further, someone raised their hand.
"How do we activate our systems?" a man asked.
"It is simple," the goddess replied. "Call the word System."
Instantly, voices rang out.
"System!"
"System!"
"System!"
Zein followed suit. "System."
At first, nothing happened.
Then—
A translucent window unfolded before his eyes.
[Ding!]
[Greetings!]
[I am your companion, your creation, and your servant!]
[My sole purpose is to help you grow, nourish your potential, and guide you!]
"Oh…" Zein murmured, impressed. "What's your name?"
[I do not possess one. As your first created entity, please grant me a name.]
Zein smiled. Gotta make it cool.
"Supreme Omni-Primordial Infinite System," he said confidently."Or just… Primodius for short."
[Thank you, Master.]
"No worries."
Then, curiosity burning stronger than ever, Zein spoke calmly—this time within his mind.
"Status window."
Instantly, a screen unfolded before his eyes.
[STATUS WINDOW]
[Name: Zein Veldron]
[Title: ???]
[Race: Pre-Origin Entity / ??????]
[Rank: F]
[ Reality Synchronisation: 0.1%]
[Game synchronisation: ∞]
[Aura:? (Dormant)]
[Class: ????????? — ALL]
[Origin: ???????]
[Physique: ???????]
[Body State: Pre-ALL]
[Body: ????????]
[Facet: ?????????? (To summon, call its name)]
[Originality: SEALED]
[Aspect:]
[????? Eater: ABSORB · SYNTHESIZE ASSIMILATE · EXTRACT ANYTHING YOU KILL, SEE, KNOW, OR DO NOT KNOW]
[PERKS]
[Infinite² Multiplier: ???]
[Infinite Stamina & Endurance: You may fight, move, act, or exist without exhaustion. Physical, mental, and spiritual fatigue do not exist. Your condition is always at peak state.]
[Infinite Soul Strength: Your soul surpasses all others infinitely. It cannot be corrupted, dominated, weakened, sealed, or constrained. Its strength evolves endlessly.]
[Infinite Soul: Your essence is limitless and unbound. You are not restricted by quantity, capacity, or form. Your existence is infinite.]
[Infinite Willpower: You have an Absolute Resolve. Fear, despair, coercion, domination, and mind control do not affect your decisions or resolve.]
[Infinite Mind: You have Limitless Cognition, Perfect memory, instant comprehension, infinite parallel thought, flawless analysis, and unrestricted mental processing.]
[Infinite Energy: All forms of energy you possess—mana, qi, aura, concepts, or higher—are infinite in quantity and regeneration.]
[Infinite Speed: Movement, reaction, perception, and thought transcend all measurable limits.]
[PRE-? Style: You are before combat, before war, before blood, before swords, there is no need to fight because you have already won.]
[No Cooldown: All abilities, skills, concepts, and powers may be used without delay, backlash, exhaustion, or restriction.]
[Infinite Regeneration & Immortality: All damage is instantly restored. Physical, spiritual, conceptual, and existential destruction cannot result in true death.]
[Infinite Charisma & Luck: Reality subtly favours you. Probability, encounters, outcomes, alliances, and chance bend toward favourable results.]
[AFFINITIES]
[Elemental Affinity: Infinite (All)]
[TALENT]
[Eternal Infinite Omni-Primordial Transcendence: You evolve endlessly—every millisecond, nanosecond, picosecond, and Pre-infinite Yoctosecond. There are no ceilings, caps, limits, or final states.]-passive
[TRAIT: Infinite Primordial Traits: 7 — SEALED]
[Traits: ?]
[Embodiments: ?]
[SKILLS: None (Dormant)]
[ARTS:]
[PRE-? Style: Before combat, before war, before blood, before magic, before skills, before existence and non-existence, before anti-existence and True Void, before the Beyond, before Origin, before Totality, before swords, before intent, before thought—there is no need to fight, no need to strike, no need to even act, for you have already won.]
[EQUIPMENT & REALMS]
Personal Realm: ???????
Soul-Bound Weapon: ? (Stored in Inventory)
[STATS]
[Strength: 5]
[Energy: ∞]
[Speed: ∞]
[Endurance: ∞]
[Stamina: ∞]
[Perception: 10]
[Intelligence: 121]
[Charisma: ∞]
[Luck: ∞]
[Soul: ∞]
[Will: ∞]
[Mental Strength: ∞]
[Experience: 0]
[Technique: 0]
[SYSTEM FUNCTIONS]
[SHOP] [ACHIEVEMENTS] [ESSENCE OF ?] [PERSONAL REALM][INVENTORY] [STATUS WINDOW] [ORIGIN MAP] [QUESTS & MISSIONS]
Zein glanced at his status window and let out a small sigh. "What are all these question marks…" he muttered, but it didn't bother him at all. I'm OP, he thought, a grin spreading across his face. I'm so OP.
Around him, chaos and excitement erupted. Voices shouted everywhere.
"Bro, I have the perfect physique!" one exclaimed. "Bro, my origin is Celestial Dragon, and I have a perk called Unlimited Mana!" another yelled.
"Wait… what? No way!" others murmured in disbelief.
"I have Heaven-Refining Physique!" someone else bragged. "I have Uncharted Physique! God Physique!"
The souls around him were jealous, envious, and openly comparing themselves. The air was electric with excitement, rivalry, and anticipation.
Zein just chuckled quietly to himself. This is too easy…
Then the goddess' voice rang out, calm yet commanding:
"Now that you have familiarised yourself with your systems, it is time to begin the tutorial."
Immediately, new windows popped into everyone's view, translucent yet solid, floating in midair. Zein's eyes widened as he read.
[Quest Name: Save the Village]
[Quest Type: Tutorial]
[Location: Eastern Continent – Goblin Territory]
[Difficulty: Very Low (may vary depending on player talent and )]
[Description: "The goblins have terrorized many villages and slain countless innocent lives. Eliminate as many goblins as you can to protect the villagers."]
[Objectives:]
[Slay at least 10 Goblins]
[Slayed: 0/10]-if you slay more, it will be counted as a bonus and will be used to boost your rewards
[Rewards:]
[100 Fantasy Points]
[50 Gold]
[1 Aether Fragment]
[Basic Healing Potion x3]
[Beginner's Chest (this depends on the player's luck.)]
[Quest Timer: 1hr]
[Quest Status: Active / In Progress]
[ Accept Quest ] [ Decline Quest ] [ Abandon Quest ]
Zein smirked, already imagining the goblins he'd face. This is going to be fun… he thought, feeling the thrill of adventure pulse through his veins.
Even with beginners everywhere scrambling to start, he knew—this tutorial was going to be nothing for him.