Being a god is kinda boring.
Don't get me wrong—being all-powerful is fun… until, well, it isn't.
Anyway, my name is Dio. Dio Rios, to be exact. One day, after coming home from my job as a construction worker, I had a strange dream. The dream was about a random old man named John, asking me what it was that I wished for. Naturally, I said, "Becoming a god."
I mean, c'mon—being able to do anything you want without consequences is everyone's dream. And not to mention, becoming attractive was also part of it. Who wouldn't want to become a god?
Anyway, when I woke up, I thought it was all a silly dream. I got up and got dressed. I ate breakfast, and everything was normal… until I saw a sports car—and not one of those cheap ones. I'm talking about the multi-million-dollar type.
It was so nice that when I walked past it, I thought, "Imagine if that was mine."
After that thought, the owner came out dressed in expensive designer clothes, looked at me, and said,
"Hey kid, you want this car?"
And obviously, I said yes.
Afterward, he walked away muttering something about the stock market and inflation.
Oh—and I forgot to mention: at this time, I was 19, fresh out of school, working to enter college.
After receiving the car, I drove back to my home and called in sick. As I entered my house, I wished once more: "I wish I was rich enough to give away million-dollar things."
Right after I said that, I received a notification from the bank saying that my new bank account balance was 230 trillion.
And I did what any normal 19-year-old would do…
I spent it all on random stuff. I didn't care—as long as it was expensive and could be bought, it was mine.
Of course, spending that much money attracts a lot of attention.
Things settled down after a couple of months, which is when I found out everything.
It happened like this: I walked into my luxurious bathroom, looked at the mirror, and asked,
"How did this even happen?"
And like always, I got my answer—which was the old man John. He was supposedly a god who had actually granted me godhood. That's why anything I wished for became reality.
Uh, yeah.
After finding out that I was basically a god, I flew to the heavens—which, surprisingly, had a very big house with green grass everywhere. Standing in the middle was John himself.
Years passed, and I went through many different lives: becoming a basketball prodigy, an amazing actor, the world's luckiest gambler, and so much more.
But after experiencing it all, it got boring. Eventually, I stopped going to Earth at all—just staying above in the heavens with John.
Which brings us to where I'm at now… approximately 20,000 years later.
I was talking with old man John, and he asked me,
"Dio, it seems like you're not happy anymore. You rarely go down to Earth. Why is that?"
I said,
"John, I'm not happy anymore because becoming a god was fun, but now it's boring."
He responded with something very unexpected:
"In that case, why don't you create your own world then?"
After hearing that, I was shocked. I didn't even know I could do that. I quickly thanked John and headed away from Earth—stopping light-years away from it.
My world, which I named Etheria, came to life.
I decided to add magic—like in those light novels—and a ranking system from D to Immortal.
Turns out, creating a world with magic and humans tires even gods, because afterward, I fell asleep for like 2,500,000 years.
And when I awoke…
I was shocked by the changes that had happened to my beautiful Etheria.