"Wait a minute," I said slowly, trying to process what I had just heard. "You're telling me that binding the System will actually help me with training and cultivation?"
"Yes," the System replied immediately, its mechanical tone calm and absolute. "That is correct."
I exhaled, leaning back slightly as my thoughts raced. Training. Cultivation. Faster growth. Stronger foundations. Everything I had struggled to achieve suddenly had a shortcut—no, not a shortcut, but a guide.
Still, one question burned in my mind.
"Then how did you even choose me?" I asked. "Out of billions of people on Earth right now—why me?"
The System answered without hesitation, as if it had been waiting for that question.
"Because the Host is one hundred percent compatible with the System and is classified as a rare human across the Universe."
I blinked.
"…Damn," I muttered. "That's crazy."
Rare human. Universal compatibility. The words felt unreal, like they belonged in a fantasy novel instead of my own life. Excitement surged through me—but it was quickly followed by unease. Being chosen by something so vast, so cosmic, didn't feel like simple luck. It felt like responsibility.
Curiosity pushed me forward despite the unease.
"System," I asked carefully, "how were you made? What's your origin?"
For the first time since it had appeared, the System paused.
That brief hesitation made my skin prickle.
Finally, it spoke.
"The System was created by the Creator of Everything. The One Who Ascended. The One Who Is Above All. The One Who Created the Multiverse."
Goosebumps erupted across my arms.
"The… Creator of everything," I repeated quietly. "The One Above All…"
The sheer scale of it crushed down on me. This wasn't just advanced technology or some ancient relic. This was something born from the very source of existence itself. I felt strangely small—and yet, inexplicably connected to something unimaginably vast.
"Why would someone like that create you?" I asked. "What was his purpose?"
"The Host's current level is insignificant," the System replied. "The Host must level up for the System to disclose its true purpose."
I frowned. Of course it wouldn't be that simple.
Before I could press further, the System shifted the conversation back to something far more immediate.
"The Host's approval is required to bind the System to the Host's body."
My heartbeat picked up.
"…Will it hurt?" I asked, already bracing myself.
"Yes," the System answered honestly. "The binding process requires the Host's will to endure. Without sufficient willpower, the binding will fail."
I grimaced.
"There's no way I'm doing that at home," I muttered. "Everyone would either freak out or think I got possessed."
After a moment of consideration, I made my decision.
"I won't start the binding process today," I said firmly. "Tomorrow, I'll find a secluded place and initiate it properly."
"Host's suggestion is acceptable," the System replied. "The System will enter hibernation until the Host decides to begin the binding process. System hibernating."
The mechanical presence vanished.
Silence returned to my room.
I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I was holding and sank deeper into my bed. My thoughts spiraled—about the Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, about the Creator of the Multiverse, and about the unknown purpose waiting somewhere in my future.
Sleep came slowly that night.
The next thing I knew, my door creaked open.
I startled, snapping my head up. "W-what are you talking about?" I blurted instinctively, already on edge.
My mother stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp with curiosity.
"Do you like someone?" she asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
My face heated instantly.
"Mom! What are you even saying?" I stammered. "Where did that come from?"
She ignored my protests completely, walking over and sitting beside me on the bed. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Come on," she pressed. "Tell me. How did you meet her? How are things going between you two?"
I froze.
No System.
No cosmic destiny.
Just a mother convinced her son was hiding a love story.
I swallowed hard, scrambling for a response.
Balancing the secrecy of my newfound fate while deflecting questions about a relationship that didn't exist suddenly felt harder than facing divine beings. As she kept talking, I could only nod awkwardly, my mind racing for excuses—wondering how much harder this would become once the System truly awakened.