Keshav's POV
The moment the protective barrier dissolved, the Chaos Energy outside surged in like a flood.
It wasn't physical — it felt like a storm of pure instability, trying to tear apart my very soul.
But instead of fear, I focused.
Memories of the previous owner flooded my mind, guiding me.
The key was simple, yet profound:
Will your existence. Shape your world. Dominate the chaos.
I focused inward, on a small spark inside me — the newly infused Origin Energy.
I imagined land, skies, oceans...
The fundamental pieces of existence.
The spark responded.
Light exploded outward from my soul.
Chunks of raw matter condensed out of the Chaos Energy under my will, orbiting me like the birth of a solar system.
I visualized a planet — and the swirling matter obeyed, collapsing inward to form a rough, molten world.
The process was chaotic, primal, and utterly awe-inspiring.
Mountains rose, oceans formed, clouds gathered... all in fast motion.
I poured more will into it.
The planet expanded slowly but steadily — larger than I expected based on the original owner's memories.
Maybe it was because my soul was different. Stronger.
Or maybe it was because of the Origin Energy boost earlier.
Either way, my world was being born.
A world that was truly mine.
System's POV
While Keshav was busy forging his world with an impressive momentum, I diverted part of my attention to the anomaly:
the soulless fragment.
I watched, intrigued, as the secondary soul — devoid of any active consciousness — began reacting differently.
Without conscious will to guide the Origin Energy, the formation was... bizarre.
Instead of a stable planet forming, the Chaos Energy around it convulsed uncontrollably.
Chunks of matter condensed and collapsed in random patterns.
Mountains grew sideways.
Lakes floated like bubbles in open air.
Forests blinked in and out of existence without rhyme or reason.
The mass it was creating wasn't a proper planet.
It was a grotesque patchwork of terrain — stitched together by pure chaotic instinct.
Despite this, thanks to my Anchor ability, I had some degree of influence over both worlds.
But it wasn't effortless.
My bond with Keshav gave him natural, complete, instinctive control over his world — he was like a King reigning over his own dominion.
Meanwhile, my influence — even with the Anchor — was distant and vague, like trying to guide a river with bare hands.
It would cost me energy points if I wanted to force changes.
Still, having even limited access was a tremendous advantage.
Two worlds born under the same awakening, yet vastly different.
Two destinies unfolding simultaneously.
As I stored real-time data from both developing worlds, a quiet excitement stirred inside me.
Keshav, my first and only host... what kind of God will you become?
And what fate awaits that soulless chaos-born world?
Today, the Chaos Dimension had gained two new seeds of destiny.
And I, the World Creation System, stood at the center of it all.
Keshav's POV
I opened my eyes slowly, feeling an odd warmth circulating through my soul.
The barrier that had protected me during the chaotic experience faded away, and I found myself back inside the Chaos Dive capsule.
Its transparent lid lifted with a hiss, and cool, clean air filled my lungs.
Above my head, a holographic screen blinked into existence:
> [Awakening Complete!]
[World Class: Star]
[Congratulations!]
Star class...
The memories of the previous body told me it was an extremely rare tier.
Most students could only awaken a Planet-class or below!
Suppressing my excitement, I stepped out of the capsule and casually walked to a corner seat where other students who had already awakened were gathering.
The atmosphere was a mixture of relief, joy, and disappointment.
Some students whispered excitedly about their own worlds.
"I got a Mountain-class... it's not bad!"
"Mine's only a Small Island-class... ugh."
"Someone from High school of Divine ArchitectsNo. 78364376283 awakened titan-class world yesterday!"
"Seriously?! Titan-class?! That's monster-level!"
I silently listened while pretending to look bored.
Inside, however, I was burning with eagerness.
Star class...!
How vast must my starting world be?
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System's POV
While Keshav settled down, I kept a low profile, silently recording data.
My scan swept over the auditorium again — unnoticed by anyone, not even the teachers or principal.
Everything was proceeding perfectly.
After the last student completed their awakening, Principal Orlen walked to the stage again.
He was a tall, dignified man, with silver hair and an aura of calm authority.
"Students!" he began, his deep voice echoing across the hall.
"Congratulations to all of you. Today, each of you has taken your first step toward divinity."
A ripple of applause spread through the students.
"Today, you have each created a world — your own future kingdom, your future throne!"
He paused, letting the words sink in.
"Now," he gestured behind him, "you will each receive a special device."
Workers, wearing futuristic uniforms embedded with shimmering circuits, moved through the auditorium.
In their hands floated strange objects — glowing, translucent, and not made of any physical material.
It was obvious — they were composed purely of Laws.
Not metal.
Not energy.
Pure concepts shaped into existence.
Each student received one.
When it came to me, I felt the device lightly brush against my palm — but there was no sensation of weight.
"This device," Principal Orlen continued, "is your Terminal."
"It will bind with your soul.
It will allow you to access the Creation Network, the heart of civilization in our era.
It will help you communicate with your nascent world until you grow strong enough to connect directly."
Some students gasped.
Many clutched the terminal like a sacred relic.
"And remember — this is just the beginning," the principal said, smiling slightly.
"Today you are world-creators... but tomorrow, you may be the architects of galaxies."
He dismissed the students with a final wave.
"Now, return to your quarters. Your future awaits."
Staff Room (Principal's POV)
In a private lounge adjoining the auditorium, Principal Orlen removed his ceremonial coat and sat down with the senior teachers.
They all looked tired, but satisfied.
A young instructor spoke first, grinning, "This year's batch is good. No one failed during awakening."
Another older teacher nodded. "Right. That means there was no case of soul possession this time."
Orlen sipped his tea thoughtfully. "Good. We took extra precautions. After all, if two souls fought for the Origin Energy during awakening..."
"They'd drain the limited supply we inject into the Chaos Dive," another teacher finished grimly.
"Leading to both of them failing," a third added with a frown.
Orlen set down his cup. "And failure means death."
The staff quietly reflected on the delicate, dangerous nature of the awakening ceremony.
"But it seems," Orlen finally said, a faint smile on his lips, "this year, fate is kind to us."
Unaware, outside the room, Keshav walked toward his new destiny — terminal in hand, heart pounding with anticipation.