In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then there was me-and no one was more surprised by that than I was.
Chosen as one of twelve souls in the Deity Trials], I was plucked from my home universe, handed a spark of unlimited creation, and given absolutely no instruction manual. All I had was instinct, and a very real desire to build a safe place for the children I brought into existence. A home where they could play, grow, and hopefully not blow up anything too important.
But creation is messy. Every choice ripples through the cosmos, every mistake becomes a disaster waiting to happen, and parenting a universe is a lot like parenting a child, except the tantrums can destabilize reality and disasters can grow teeth.
Between creating a new reality from scratch, raising literal godlings on my own, and keeping the realms balanced so they don't implode, I barely have a second to breathe. And somehow, in the middle of all this, I managed to accidentally create a full xianxia world-meaning I now have to figure out how to keep a bunch of overly-ambitious cultivators from trying to "seal the heavens."
Still, for all the chaos outside, the threat worrying me most is the one I can't quite name yet-something woven into the very heart of my creation, something that feels dangerously familiar. Something actively working against the balance I try to achieve.
As an ex-angel, becoming a god was never part of the plan.
But a parent?
A parent I can be.
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