In a separate dimension
"Are we really going to do this?" the woman asked, her voice filled with pain.
The man beside her pulled her into a gentle embrace from behind and spoke in a deep, calming tone.
"This is the best and fastest way. Didn't you say you wanted to see him soon?"
"But... isn't this dangerous?"
Sigh. "Okay, let's not drag this out. It's the only way. Believe in our child—you can watch him from here, too."He took her hand, and in the next moment, they vanished.Only the void remained where they once stood.
I've been stuck in this damn void for who knows how long.Can't speak. Can't move. Can't remember a damn thing.
Then suddenly—"IT'S FUCKING NUTS!"Wait… I screamed. No—I talked.
"What the hell? I just—what the heck?!"
"What is going on? Where am I?"
"Well… you're in the middle of nowhere."
"..."
"I can see that. Explain. Who the hell are you? And what is this goddamn void?"
"Yes, right. You—or rather, your soul—are in a separate space. A different plane. I'm a helper. A guide, maybe. A system, probably. My purpose is to assist you... so you can reclaim your godhood."
"...Godhood?"
"Correct."
"Correct, my ass—You... mother...!! Your...?"
"Ahem. So, Mister godborn, do you have any actual questions for me?"
"What's with this guy's thick skin..." I mumbled."Fine. What are your functions? What's your name? No—what's my name?"
"I don't have a name. You can give me one if you like.As for your name... in your first life, you died before your parents could name you.In your second life—your mortal one—you had a name, but it wasn't worthy of your status. You may choose a new one now."
"What about your thick skin?"
"..."
"Ahem. And your functions?"
"I'm a custom system. I evolve alongside you. You're weak now—so something truly powerful couldn't exist inside your soul yet. But I'll grow stronger with you."
"Wait, wait… what do you mean by first and second life?"I'm so angry and confused I can't focus at all.
"In your first life, you were born divine. Your parents were gods.But you died shortly after birth. Somehow, your soul reincarnated into a mortal body.Years passed. Eventually, your parents found you again... and sent you here.To a world where you can grow, rise, and reclaim your divinity.To become a God-King—and meet them again."
"...Why don't I remember any of this?"
"Most of your past memories were erased. Only fragments remain—just enough to guide you. That's all you need for now.Let's begin setting your system preferences. You can ask more questions later."
"Alright, fine. What am I supposed to do with you now?"
"You're being sent to a new world. A vast fantasy realm. You'll go as a conqueror—to rise, rule, and ascend.Your divine parents granted you a gift—100 elite warriors and their families.You may design them however you like—even choose their race."
"A fantasy world? Like elves and dwarves?"
"Yes. That kind of fantasy."
"…Can I make my own race?"
"Absolutely."
"Alright. Make them two meters tall, golden-blonde hair, yellow eyes. Beautiful. Strong. Give them a 200-year lifespan.As for gear, I want them to look like ancient Spartans. Shields, spears, cloaks—the whole look."
"Understood. That can be arranged.Now, let's choose your system functions. You have 3 System Points. Each unlocks one module. Choose wisely."
"Okay… Give me a status screen. A world map. And some kind of kingdom management system."
"Confirmed. All features will start with only basic functions. You can upgrade them over time."
"That's fine."
"Next: Skill Points. You have 10. Skills start at Level 1 unless leveled up with extra points. Some skills cost more than others. Choose."
"Give me a Spartan-style combat skill—close-range, formation-based.Then a basic magic skill.And a general weapon mastery—so I can use swords, bows, axes, whatever."
"Confirmed.— Spartan Combat Style (Basic), Level 1 – Cost: 1 point— Magic Mastery (Beginner), Level 1 – Cost: 2 points— Weapon Mastery, Level 1 – Cost: 2 pointsTotal: 5 points. Spend the rest to level them up?"
"Yeah. Bring all of them to Level 2."
"Done. All three skills are now Level 2."
"What's next?"
"You must choose your name. Then the transfer will begin."
"Hmm... Evander. I don't know where it came from, but it sounds strong."
(Evander – Greek origin. "Good man" or "Strong man." In myth, he was an Arcadian hero who brought law, language, and wisdom to Italy—where his city would help lay the foundations for Rome.)
"Very well, Evander. The transfer begins now.After this, I won't speak to you like this anymore.But you can still reach me. Just speak in your mind—I'll reply through your system screen."
"...And what about that thick skin of yours?"
"Ahem. I'm not alive, and I don't have a soul. I'm just a tool—existing within your soul.My 'skin' is your imagination."
"...Tch. Whatever. See you soon."
This system... I'm never giving you a name. You'll see.