A man writhed in pain as he burned in flames. "I'm dying," he thought while crawling across the floor. He crashed into the walls, trying to put out the fire, desperately crying for help. He knew they could hear him — this was his punishment. The man could hear the mocking laughter behind the walls.
He began to curse until he hit a wall — a wall covered in writings. Writings he had once preached himself. And even through all the pain, the man knelt down and begged for help. He asked for a second chance, hoping for some divine aid that never came.
The man had long since lost consciousness, but just when he thought he was about to die, a voice echoed:
"Would you like to play God?"
...
The man expected to see an old man with a long white beard, maybe a monstrous chimera with a goat's head, or at the very least a respectable figure — even a little girl would've sufficed. But in front of him, there was nothing. The man looked around; there was only darkness.
"Will you accept my offer?"The voice echoed again.
Without thinking too much, the man replied, "I accept... but please, give me a second chance," he spoke with a broken voice.
In front of the man, a mouth appeared — one that gave a terrifying smile.
"Good, very good. Now let me explain the rules of the game," the mouth said playfully.
"I'll send you to one of those light novel worlds, where, as I said, you'll be a god."As the mouth spoke, the darkness vanished, revealing a strange place — it looked like a unicorn had vomited.
The mouth laughed mockingly.
"You'll have a special ability. I'll call it The House of Ideas," the mouth smiled cheerfully, clearly proud of the name.
"With this ability, you'll be able to create beings — gods, beasts, dragons, or even people. And most importantly, you'll be able to overwrite their history, integrating them into the universe I send you to."The mouth grinned.
"But this ability is also your weakness."The mouth paused, as if thinking up a proper flaw for the ability it had just invented.
"Well, you see... because of The House of Ideas, you won't be able to leave your own ability. You'll be bound to it."The mouth smiled again, proudly.
"Now use your ability and change your body — you're a mess."The mouth mocked him.
The man looked at his hands — charred and ruined. He thought about returning to his former body, but then stopped. This was a new life, so everything should change.
With a radiant glow, the man's body transformed. His once pale skin became bronze. His dark hair turned a golden hue. His frame became slim. His eyes turned pitch black — except for the pupils, which were white. And on his forehead, a third eye appeared.
The mouth smiled, as if the man had understood the game.
"Welcome to High School DxD."The mouth let out a wild laugh as a portal opened behind the man — from which a massive red dragon emerged.
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Hajun — that was my new name. And now I'm fucking bored.I can't move from this place, and the only thing I can do is watch what's happening in the world — which is fucking boring because the pantheons are only just starting to form.
But aside from that, I already know how to use my ability. The House of Ideas is literally a pocket dimension where I can do whatever I want. I can create abilities, and best of all, conscious beings — or even weapons.
Though, in all the time I've been here, I've only created one thing: the Eye of Agamotto — a giant eye that watches the world.It helps me keep an eye on everything.
Still... this is the perfect moment to start creating beings.
...
Hajun floated through the white void, thinking about what kind of beings he could create — dragons, gods, monsters, demons, weapons, humans, or even entire dimensions.
He laughed and looked around. This place was far too plain for his taste.
Hajun raised a hand, and hundreds of giant rocks appeared, floating in the air. With a snap of his fingers, he made a white platform appear, with a golden throne at its center. Hajun sat on it with a grin.
"I'm tired of these pantheons having no real challenges... maybe sending them a being of chaos will make them reflect a little."
Hajun began thinking about what he could create. And as he thought, a twisted smile formed on his face.
In front of him, a template appeared — and he began designing the being in his mind. He filled in its powers and details.
The last thing he needed to enter was the name of the creature.Hajun smiled in satisfaction and typed the name:
"Doomsday."
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A short and trial chapter — mainly to see if you like the format.Leave in the comments which characters I could introduce into the story.