I Got A System In The Ruined World

The Thoughts Of A God

In the profound silence of the celestial palace, the resonant voice of God echoed,

"It's about time he left."

The gravitas of his words filled the divine expanse, each syllable reverberating in the still air.

Ensconced on his monumental throne, his eyes were drawn to a large golden screen suspended before him. This screen was no ordinary construct, but an extraordinary device reflecting a vast multitude of events unfurling across his divine dominion. His gaze swept over the flickering images, taking in the realities of the mortal world below.

Observing the unfolding circumstances, his voice rang out,

"Would you just look at this... What a mess!" His utterance carried an amalgam of surprise, disappointment, and a poignant frustration.

The spectacle of the world beneath was enough to stir even the most composed deity. Witnessing the callous disregard for life by humans, the ease with which demonic entities invaded and overran once majestic cities, a sense of profound irritation welled within him. The devastation was massive. The once thriving civilization, painstakingly nurtured over countless years by human endeavor, was now being razed to the ground by the demonic onslaught.

Watching these events unfold, he shook his head in despair, a profound dissatisfaction etched across his divine countenance. With a sigh of disappointment, he mumbled,

"Armageddon wasn't supposed to turn out this way."

His carefully laid plans seemed to be unraveling at the seams, and it had been just over a month since the world had plummeted into this chaotic state.

As the architect and mastermind of this universe, he began to question his own decisions. Had he triggered this too prematurely? His mind spun a web of doubts and uncertainties, but deep within, he harbored a steadfast conviction about the infallibility of his design.

"They're the problem!" he declared, his celestial voice resounding throughout the divine chamber. His accusing gaze was riveted on the humans, engrossed in their petty squabbles, ruthlessly stabbing each other in the back in their fight for survival. They were so consumed by their selfish interests that they had lost sight of their collective survival.

Their myopic approach in the face of such a devastating crisis irked him deeply. Their actions, driven by pure self-interest, escalated the chaos and worsened their plight.

"If only they could think a little about something else but themselves... Humans are so conceited and self-centered."

Their future teetered on the brink, with the looming threat of demons and the impending seven waves of the Apocalypse. If they persisted on this self-destructive path, annihilation was certain.

In the sea of humanity, one individual piqued his divine curiosity: Damian.

"Damian... He seems like an interesting individual. Let's see what he's up to," he mused.

Adjusting the time ratio on his celestial screen, he fast-forwarded to observe Damian's actions post his return to Earth.

The golden screen flickered, the imagery shifting from the general landscape to a specific structure. It zeroed in on a dark room, presumably Damian's. A human figure was visible within, engrossed in handling his divine Gift, stashing items into his Subspace.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of God's radiant face, his celestial form sparkling brighter than ever.

"Such a strange boy indeed... Look how quickly he adapts to the situation. I suppose it's because of his experience within this Sacred Hall. What an interesting specimen. Damian, I hope you change the state of this world..."

God found the scenario quite intriguing. Here was a boy, disgruntled with everything, now in a world spiraling into chaos. The irony was not lost on him. "That kid will most likely plunge this world into even more chaos... But that's a good thing! A world like this is no good... If his actions end up tilting the balance... Then their race might just be saved..."

The crux of this equation, however, hinged on Damian's survival.

"He'd better make good use of my points. It seems he is unaware of this, but due to being in this space for too long, he has been affected by the Sacred Hall's energy... Damian Thompson, you better live and change your world!"

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a series of beeping sounds. His celestial gaze drifted to the source, a brightly lit notification panel flashing with colors, beeping incessantly.

"Tch, is it time already?" he groaned, rising from his throne, which promptly vanished the moment he left it. He moved towards the panel with a regal stride, his glare fixed on the irritating source of disturbance.

The panel displayed a series of notifications,

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"I can't keep them waiting now, can I? What a bother... How am I to explain the state of this world to them?" God pondered.

Yet he decided to attend the meeting, putting aside the weighty considerations. "I'm just an administrator anyway. It's not like I can control human nature."

He reached out and selected the [Accept] option. Though there were two choices presented, he knew that in reality, only one was viable. Upon his selection, a radiant portal emerged, teeming with myriad hues. The vibrant glow of the portal overshadowed even God's shimmering figure.

With determined steps, he walked into the vibrant distortion, leaving behind his realm.

"Damian... I'm counting on you," he said, his face illuminated by a smile of hope.

Despite his preferential treatment for Damian, he was well aware that this favor did not assure his survival. But it did offer him a fighting chance. "It's all in your hands now!"