Romans & histoires World Creation

Death asked calmly. "That this world is only in a holding pattern." Kahvis said, creating multiple stone models from the ground and placing them on the table. "The surface, literally and figuratively, is faking peace. The only god among the ones I asked who showed any signs of wanting peace was Hades." Kahvis placed the newly-made stone models on the table. They created an initial on each piece for the gods they were referring to.

They had to build and create everything by their own hands! "According to legends, the world has been created two thousand years ago. Our great deity Mao felt that his world needs stewards so he began cooking mud, shaping them into his likeness, and breathing life into them so that people could come into the world. A thousand people was successfully created and they became the founding citizens of our great Xia Empire," softly narrated by one of the cleanest and calmest girls in the bunch that Agatha saved from the slave traders.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

Then the first living creatures started appearing in every universe. Different civilizations and species were born. Then came the birth of the planet Earth. When this planet was born it was first blank, but slowly it began to develop lands and living creatures. Then multiple planets of Earth appeared in every universe. He witnessed the birth of the first civilization on this planet. The creatures are not what is called humans. They are birth from nature. A creature will have the energy of water since he is birth from the ocean and so on for every individual that appears on this planet.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

Death expected within 30 seconds! [If the Female Protagonist dies, this world will enter an irreversible self-destruction sequence. Within twenty-four hours, the entire dimension will collapse into a black hole. All living beings will cease to exist forever!] The System’s warning exploded in my ears like nonstop sirens, but I felt nothing. I lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly upward like a corpse whose soul had been ripped away. Scenes from the past replayed before my eyes one after another.

Then it passed and his face was open again. “Sit down and listen to my story. Then I will let you move onto where you need to go,” he said. Leo didn’t see that he had much of a choice in the matter so he sat down next to the man underneath the tree. “Are you going to start at the beginning?” he asked. The man who was like Nocturne, but also not Nocturne smiled lightly. “Naturally. You can ask questions if you like,” he replied. “The story starts with an entity. He was bored and created a world. At first there was nothing but nature in it. The entity quickly grew bored of just watching over plants and animals so he added humans to it.”

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

Light from the moon fell in rays onto the wolf. ‘Blessed by the moon to be a blessing to the world,’ it said. It told of the origin of our kind. I’ve heard all types of origin stories before, but this one was new. Since the beginning of time, Gods and Goddesses have brought their own creations to life. There were certain foundational rules that applied. Only one creation per creator. Nothing was immortal but lifespans could vary. However, there must always be a beginning and an end. Also, nothing could be created evil with each creation being given free will.

The doors of chaos spread like a plague across all existence. In every world, storms carved new mountains from flat plains, plagues turned life to dust, and fires consumed civilizations that had stood for millennia—only for new land to rise, new life to bloom, new cities to build themselves from the ashes. It was the cycle Chaos had promised: endless creation, endless destruction, no balance to hold it in check.