The One Who Writes Existence

Ten Minutes Ago…

Beyond the reach of mortals and lesser deities, in a realm detached from dimensions, a grand gathering was taking place. It was within a magnificent, heaven-like castle—Eternium Sanctum—a structure that did not exist in any known reality.

This citadel was no mere creation of gods; it was an anomaly in itself, a domain where time and space folded upon one another, bending the very laws of existence. It stood outside all realms, unseen, untouchable, beyond the comprehension of even the most powerful celestial beings.

Surrounding this sanctum was the Wall of Dominion—a divine barrier that weakened the very essence of any who stood before it. This wall ensured that only the supreme gods could act within the sanctum, limiting the power of lesser deities who dared approach.

At the heart of the sanctum,

Aetherion, the Sovereign of Time and Space, stood before an assembly of celestial beings. His golden eyes, reflecting the endless flow of time, swept across the gathered gods.

"Now that all of you have arrived, let me make this clear. Today, we shall witness the arrival of our master for the first time since the dawn of this verse."

The gods stirred at his words. Some exchanged glances, others straightened, sensing the magnitude of this moment.

Aetherion's gaze then landed on a particular figure—a goddess adorned in a robe woven from the very essence of life and decay.

"Eterna, Goddess of Life and Death—you shall oversee the preparations for his arrival."

Eterna, normally composed and regal, immediately tensed.

"What?! Why me? Shouldn't this be assigned to gods who specialize in such matters?" she protested, her voice uncharacteristically flustered.

Aetherion shook his head.

"No. The lesser gods do not possess the authority to act here. Even if they wished to, the restrictions of this sanctum would render them powerless."

Eterna furrowed her brows.

"But...."

Before Aetherion could respond, a deep, resonant voice cut through the air.

It belonged to Ignis, the Primordial Arbiter of Elements—a god whose very presence radiated the raw forces of creation itself.

"They cannot because this is the Eternium Sanctum—our master's domain. Even our own authority is restrained within these walls. Do you truly expect lesser gods to accomplish what even we struggle to?"

Eterna exhaled sharply, crossing her arms.

"Fine. But if that's the case, then why don't you handle it, Ignis? You are no less capable than I."

Ignis chuckled, shaking his head.

"Because, Eterna, you are the goddess of life. If anyone understands how to orchestrate a celebration worthy of our master's arrival, it is you."

Eterna clenched her jaw but found no argument.

As the realization set in, Eterna felt something she rarely experienced—panic.

This was not an ordinary celebration. This was the first event in honor of their master, the one who ruled above all.

(What if I make a mistake?)

A simple miscalculation could result in an imperfect welcome, and she had no idea how their master would perceive such a failure. Would he be disappointed? Would it leave a bad impression?

For a goddess who ruled both life and death, who had watched civilizations rise and fall without blinking, this level of pressure was foreign—and terrifying.

Sensing her hesitation, Aetherion raised his hand.

"If this is too difficult, we shall lessen the sanctum's restrictions upon a lesser god—one who can assist you in this task."

With a mere gesture, he adjusted the divine laws of the castle.

A new presence entered the hall—one lighter, more carefree, yet still carrying divine authority.

It was Miral, the God of Joy.

Eterna let out a breath of relief. If Miral, a god who specialized in celebrations and festivities, was there to assist, then she wouldn't be entirely alone in this daunting task. The weight on her shoulders eased.

With his assistance, the preparations finally began.

However, just as they were about to start—

A sudden shift in the divine atmosphere froze every god in place.

A ripple of absolute power surged through the castle, sending tremors through space and time itself. A force unfamiliar yet undeniable had arrived.

Aetherion's eyes widened.

Eterna inhaled sharply.

Ignis' flames flickered wildly.

Someone had appeared in the throne hall.

Without hesitation, the gods teleported instantly, their divine forms materializing within the vast chamber—only to be met with a sight beyond their comprehension.

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The Throne of the Infinite

There, upon the supreme seat of dominion, sat Zar.

The throne itself was unlike anything in existence—a structure that embodied the fundamental forces of reality itself.

The base was forged from the primordial void, a bottomless abyss that seemed to devour all light, exuding an aura of infinite depth. Looking into it was like gazing into the very moment before creation.

The armrests and frame were constructed from solidified time, shifting through countless eras in an endless cycle, appearing ancient one moment and newly formed the next.

The backrest pulsed with the fabric of space itself, a cosmic expanse filled with galaxies, nebulas, and ever-expanding universes woven into its essence. The mere act of resting against it granted dominion over existence.

Ethereal runes carved from the laws of reality spiraled around the throne, glowing with absolute authority, each inscription proclaiming dominion over the multiverse.

Sitting upon this celestial masterpiece, Zar radiated sovereignty.

The gods, witnessing this sight, felt their very existence tremble.

One by one, they fell to their knees, bowing before their master.

Their submission was not forced. It was inevitable—a response etched into the fabric of their very beings.

Even the Eternium Sanctum—an existence beyond dimensions—trembled ever so slightly.

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Meanwhile, on Zar's Side…

Internally, Zar was panicking.

(What the hell?! The system teleported me straight here?!)

His mind was in chaos.

He had zero preparation, yet here he was, seated upon the throne of existence itself, with the most powerful gods kneeling before him.

However—

At that moment, the system calmly transmitted information to him.

[Acquired: Aura of Supreme Authority]

This wasn't just an aura. It was an effect that automatically exuded absolute dominion, ensuring that he would instinctively carry the presence of a true sovereign.

But to Zar, it had a much simpler translation:

"It's just a flexing authority."

Before he could fully process the situation, something else caught his attention.

(Wait a minute… why are these gods and goddesses… so damn beautiful?!)

He was shocked.

Every single deity in front of him looked like a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship—beyond human or mortal comprehension.

Then, suddenly, a realization hit him.

With some embarrassment, he whispered to his system—

(Uh… hey, system… how do I look?)

The system went silent for a moment.

Then, it burst into laughter.

["HA HA HA HA! Now, of all times, you suddenly care about your looks?!"]

The system's booming laughter echoed in his mind, filled with amusement.

Zar's embarrassment deepened.

["Do you finally want to see how handsome you are compared to them?"]

Zar's face twitched slightly.

["Alright, alright! Since you're so curious, just look into this mirror!"]

Before he could even react, a mirror of pure divine essence materialized before him. It was unlike any normal mirror—it reflected not just appearance, but the very essence of one's existence.

And then—Zar saw himself for the first time in this world.

Before him stood a young man(6.3 feet), yet his very presence felt beyond mortal comprehension.

His striking gray hair?, styled in ? (Whatever style is this but it looks cool), blended effortlessly between natural perfection and divine elegance.

His ethereal golden eyes shone with a cosmic radiance, resembling twin stars that held the very wisdom of creation itself. They weren't just eyes—they were gateways to the infinite, reflecting the vast expanse of the multiverse.

His skin was flawless, carrying a divine glow, neither too pale nor too tanned—existing in a state of absolute perfection.

But what stood out the most was his body itself.

It wasn't just flesh and bone—it was a paradox.

His form seemed to contain the entire cosmos within—galaxies, stars, nebulae, and dimensions swirling endlessly beneath his skin.

Yet, at the same time, he appeared completely normal. It was as if reality itself refused to decide what he truly was.

And his attire?

He was adorned in an elegant, otherworldly outfit—one that didn't exist in any known universe.

The fabric shimmered with the essence of eternity, constantly shifting between solid and intangible. It seemed both woven from celestial stardust and forged from the laws of reality itself.

Its name?

[Astralis Regalia] (told by system!!)

A garment that adjusted to its wearer's will, enhancing their presence while exuding an aura of supreme dominance.

Zar stared at his reflection—speechless.

["Well?"] The system teased. ["Satisfied now?"]

Zar opened his mouth—then closed it.

There were no words.

This was beyond what he had expected.

Finally, after a long pause, he muttered—

"Damn… I look... unreal."

The system chuckled.

["Well, you're literally an existence beyond reality, so it makes sense."]

Zar shook his head, still trying to process what he just saw.

But before he could dwell on it further—

Aetherion, the Sovereign of Time and Space, stepped forward.

And with utmost reverence, he spoke—

"Master, we humbly await your command."

Silence filled the throne hall.

Zar blinked.

Then..