Author of the Cosmos

This world is no longer the world I know.

It is now the universe I had written.

[Name: Athelei]

[Titles: Ambrosia, □□□□□□ □□ □□□ □□□□□□]

[Age: 16]

[Level: 0]

[Class: N/A]

[Rank: N/A]

I should’ve been careful with what I wished for.

Now, I have to figure out how to survive in this god-forsaken creation of mine and it’s too late for regrets.

[All Things Will Have A Horrible End] — Such was the algorithm of the universe itself. Terrifying, no?

“...Pft,”

I will survive this even if I have to sacrifice the entire world.

The Gods are mere babies, unsure of their own origins. Mysteries are mysteries simply because I couldn’t be bothered to explain them. What more, those haughty superior races? Those humans who think themselves king?

All things came into existence through the movements of my pen.

They.

Will.

Cower.