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<p>This world is no longer the world I know.</p> <p>It is now the universe I had written.</p> <p>[Name: Athelei]</p> <p>[Titles: Ambrosia, □□□□□□ □□ □□□ □□□□□□]</p> <p>[Age: 16]</p> <p>[Level: 0]</p> <p>[Class: N/A]</p> <p>[Rank: N/A]</p> <p>I should've been careful with what I wished for.</p> <p>Now, I have to figure out how to survive in this god-forsaken creation of mine and it's too late for regrets.</p> <p>[All Things Will Have A Horrible End] — Such was the algorithm of the universe itself. Terrifying, no?</p> <p>"...Pft,"</p> <p>I will survive this even if I have to sacrifice the entire world.</p> <p>The Gods are mere babies, unsure of their own origins. Mysteries are mysteries simply because I couldn't be bothered to explain them. What more, those haughty superior races? Those humans who think themselves king?</p> <p>All things came into existence through the movements of my pen.</p> <p>They.</p> <p>Will.</p> <p>Cower.</p>
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