Think Like A God: My Celestial System

2 Think Like A God Project

'Huh? Think like a god? What the hell is this? Am I hallucinating?

Wait a minute... Could it be related to what that voice said back then?'

[Ding!]

[As a result of the intense mental and emotional trauma that the subject has gone through in life, all restrictions will be bypassed and the subject will be granted a premium program..]

[Ding!]

[Congratulations subject! You have successfully unlocked the premium program. You have no restrictions.]

[Ding!]

[Beginning character evaluation...]

James' head had already begun to ache slightly from the barrage of restrictions that assaulted his mind.

'I think I'm going crazy...' that was his line of thought but once he read the contents of the next message, he began to rethink that stance.

Program: Think Like A God [Premium]

Name: James Jade

Race: Human

Title: God of ???

HP: 100/100

MP: 100/100

Level: 1

[Stats]

Stamina: 10

Intelligence: 10

Strength: 10

Perception: 10

Agility: 10

[Skills]

Omniscience [Lvl. 1]

Skill Acquisition Technique [Lvl. 1]

Telepathy [Lvl. 1]

Telekinesis [Lvl. 1]

[Store] [Locked until Lvl. 20]

'This...this is just like a game..' he thought, feeling an increasing urge of excitement coursing through his veins as he scanned the values that floated before his eyes. '...a numerical expression of my attributes? This is unexplainable..'

"All subjects..." A loud voice boomed, snapping James' attention to his surroundings. The screen vanished as soon as his concentration was broken, "Proceed to the assembly hall now! I repeat all subjects proceed to the assembly hall now!."

It was only then that James realized that he was lying in a small bed in a small white room with a small cupboard beside him.

'I'm supposed to be at the prison so where am I now?'

The metal door that guarded the room made a sizzling noise and opened slowly, reminding him that the voice on the P. A told all 'subjects' to go to the assembly hall.

He stood up and made his way slowly towards the door, his white gown swaying gently in tune with his steps.

'From being naked in a glass container to being dressed in a white gown for surgery patients..' James thought amusedly, '..these people must really be treating us like dolls.'

On getting to the open door, he looked out and found himself in a hallway with dozens of similar open doors like his own and dozens of young men like himself dressed in a similar fashion standing in front of them– well, the young men weren't exactly like himself because most of them had rugged looks signifying that they were convicts too.

'What the hell is going on here... This seems like a sort of classified experiment where they use humans as test subjects...' That was the best explanation that James could come up with.

"What's going on here?" One of them asked loudly but everyone was just as confused as he was,

"I don't know but let's listen to the man who spoke to us... Currently, he's the only one who can answer our questions." Another one shouted to him from down the hall,

Everyone seemed to be on the same page with these two because as soon as they finished talking, all the men began to move towards the only door that led out of the long hallway.

Beyond the door that led out of the long hallway was a wide and circular room that could contain more than five hundred people – from James' rough estimation of the number of men present, they must be around two or three hundred.

After they had all entered the room, they saw a middle-aged man standing on a balcony that overlooked the entire room. The man was dressed in military uniform from head to toe and on top of his head was a green beret that barely covered his white hair.

Judging from the uniform and the hair on top of his head, James could infer that the man was a high-ranked soldier and that the whole facility and project was probably masterminded by the military.

"Every one of you here has been destined to die..." The man's deep voice boomed around the room sending chilly shivers down their spines, "either by the hands of your fellow man or by the hands of solitary confinement."

"Cut it with the address crap! Tell us what we're doing here and how we got here!" One of the men there yelled to the military man. The man who interrupted the military man looked like one of these unrepentant gangsters, with a black and red snake tattoo that ran from his neck down to under the white gown.

The military man narrowed his eyes at the interrupter and pressed a button on his watch. The latter suddenly began to choke loudly and gripped his throat tightly as he fell on the floor in obvious pain.

"Do not make a mistake of being as stupid as that man on the floor there.." the military man declared, his voice rising in inflection as if he was making a godly speech, "...because here in the 'God Facility', we control everything."

"Make it stop... Please make it stop..." The man on the floor begged weakly as he struggled with pain.

The military man sighed confidently and pressed a button on his watch and the pain seemed to stop.

"So as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted..." He continued, "You have all been condemned to make zero impact on this life, but we at the 'God Facility' have decided to give you all a second chance to change your fates and rise to influence world-breaking decisions."

'God Facility?' James thought, 'Is that what this place is?'

"My name is General Bush and I'll be the one overseeing all your activities here. We, the members of the military science division have created a project called the 'Think Like A God' project to turn nobodies like you into soldiers of the best battalion in the world..."

James could feel a ripple of excitement coursing through the prisoners. The idea of going from being a condemned man to being part of something life-changing was truly tempting, but what was this Think Like A God project about?

"The project aims to give normal humans 'supernatural' powers and turn them into formidable warriors with just little to no effort..." General Bush continued, "..and when I say 'supernatural' I mean supernatural, like having the ability to lift cars like paper and even to fly."

At this point, the men could hardly contain their incredulity as hushed whispers filled the room but no one dared to speak louder than a whisper to avoid being used as a scapegoat.

"It has a system user interface that helps you see a numerical representation of your strengths and weaknesses and helps you work on yourself to achieve maximum potential..."

'Numerical representation?' it was then that everything began to make sense to James, 'so that screen I saw then was the TLAG project?'