Somewhere beyond constellations, a star began to fracture.
Not a star in the way mortals understand them, but a primal shard of divine origin. It had existed beyond thought, without name or purpose—burning silently in the velvet dark.
Until something whispered:
> "You are meant for more."
---Between Realms
> [System Kernel XQ-07 initializing…]
[Dormant Celestial Spark detected: Potential Host located.]
[Status: Consciousness Unformed. Soul Structure… Empty Shell.]
[Injecting Identity Protocols. Building form…]
The star began to twist inward. Pressure folded space around it, dragging it through time, thought, and matter. Flame became nerve. Gravity became hunger. Light became skin.
> [Form Model: Astral Humanoid. Age Appearance: 22.]
[Race: Proto-Astral Deity. Gender Alignment: Fluid. Default: Male.]
[Stabilizing vessel…]
He woke to the feeling of wind against bare skin.
A young man—tall, lithe, glowing faintly with celestial runes under his pale skin—gasped awake in a crater. His hair shimmered like strands of night sky. Gold bled from his irises, pulsing with slow-burning power.
The stars were gone. His weightless, eternal drifting was over.
Now, he was mortal-shaped.
And he hated it.
---
He rose to his knees slowly, fingers gripping wildflowers as if the ground might break under him.
"…I'm heavy."
The sky above stretched wide and dull, grounded in rules. There was no orbit, no void-song, no heat-death cradle. Just air, sky, and his own sharp breathing.
> [Welcome, Host. You have been successfully incarnated.]
[Mission: Live. Explore. Build a divine race. Reach the Throne of Origin.]
[Optional Objectives: Summon and bind Players from fractured worlds. Establish an empire.]
[Reward: Total Authority. Eternal Divinity. Your own universe.]
He winced. "Ugh. Systems. Always so chatty."
> [Would you like to activate the Summoning Protocol?]
[Available: 3 starter Players. 3 pre-built Vessels. Game Realm Template 'Asterion.']
He leaned back, eyes narrowing toward the horizon. The wind tugged at his half-draped cloak, revealing sculpted muscles and arcane lines glowing faintly along his collarbones. He looked like the birth of temptation and extinction at once.
A smirk curled at his lips.
"Well. If I'm going to suffer mortal thought and mortal flesh, I might as well be worshiped for it."
He lifted his hand—and the air pulsed with raw authority.
A broken altar burst from the earth, reshaping itself with starlight and ancient glyphs. Hovering rings spun into place as sigils glowed with fire and game-code alike.
> [Game Portal Online. Divine Domain: Activated.]
[Summoning Players…]
[Warning: Interdimensional importation may result in violent disorientation. Encouraged.]
Three beams of divine energy cracked across the skies.
Player One – The Fallen Saint
Origin: Cultivation realm where he was betrayed by his sect.
Vessel Class: Celestial Executioner.
Traits: Cold, powerful, repressed.
Reaction: Glares at the MC with suspicion… until he locks eyes and stumbles, blood rushing to his face.
Player Two – The Cyber Trickster
Origin: Earth-based MMO world.
Vessel Class: Illusion Engineer.
Traits: Flirty, unbothered, chaotic.
Reaction: Whistles, takes one look at the MC, and mutters, "Daddy?"
Player Three – The Oathbreaker
Origin: Chivalric high-fantasy world.
Vessel Class: Corrupted Paladin.
Traits: Noble, self-loathing, touch-starved.
Reaction: Immediately kneels and offers his blade, looking up like a man glimpsing his god—and wanting him.
The star-being—now flesh and power—descended slowly from the altar, barefoot, unbothered, and radiant. He tilted his head, voice dripping with velvet cruelty.
"Welcome, little things," he said. "You'll live, fight, and die for me. Try to make it entertaining."
> [Players Linked.]
[Pampering Points Enabled.]
[Smut Potential: 3 Stars. Projected Increase: High.]
The MC laughed softly. "Excellent."