At the end of Onalon—a place no being had ever reached in a googolplex of years—undying cyan flames flickered in the shape of a dome, enveloping an island. This island, surrounded by the void, existed in a realm describable only as *nothingness*. 

Here, celestial entities with glowing purple wings and spears battled endlessly, not to prove their strength, but to demonstrate their worthiness to serve their Lord. The Lord King, the pinnacle of all creation within and beyond Onalon, resided in a castle at the heart of the island called *Navryth*. It was said that he had uncovered every secret, every twist of this reality in his immortal lifetime. Some whispered he could traverse the whole of Onalon in less than a fraction of a nanosecond.

Sitting upon a grand white throne crafted from universe-shaped gems, a young man with white hair exuded an aura so overwhelming that it left thousands of celestial soldiers kneeling in reverence. Each gem on his throne had the power to swallow entire sextillions of universes, yet the Lord King sat there with his eyes closed, as though the throne were no more than a mundane piece of furniture. Despite his stillness, waves of unfathomable energy rolled off him, paralyzing the kneeling soldiers with awe and terror.

One soldier, taller than the rest and garbed in white armor trimmed with gold, stepped forward. His imposing frame—over five meters tall—was adorned with muscular wings that glowed with purple light. His name was Ashvin, the supreme among celestials, yet even he, unmatched in Onalon and Navryth, trembled as he addressed his king.

"My Lord…" Ashvin's voice wavered despite his towering stature. "Why would you seek to return? You already possess everything—more than any being could ever desire in the whole of existence."

The young man slowly opened his eyes, unleashing an even greater surge of energy that sent ripples through the very fabric of space. His gaze burned with frustration.

"I possess everything?" His voice, though calm, carried an undercurrent of rage. "Everything here is *my* creation."

Silence fell over the assembly as his face twisted in anger.

"None of this is natural! It's all… *mine*. I miss my world's food, its models, its entertainment… its people."

Depression seeped into his voice as he stared out at the endless landscape—only a cyan sky, nothingness, and the eternal flames. Ashvin, startled by the Lord's despair, hurriedly motioned for his subordinates.

"Quickly, bring it out!" Ashvin barked, and a group of celestials obeyed.

A cluster of them dragged forth what appeared to be women, their beauty ethereal yet somehow off, their bodies strangely flat, resembling little of what the Lord once knew.

"We found galaxies with beautiful star patterns and shaped them into women from your world, my Lord. The one at the front, G-1, leads them," Ashvin explained with great pride. "Though they may not compare to the beauties you've devoured in the past, please accept this offering from your loyal servant."

Chang Nayun, the Lord King, glared at Ashvin.

"You think I desire this?!" He clenched his fists, his irritation growing. "None of you will ever understand women…"

In a single blink, the galaxy-formed women vanished from existence, shattered like glass. He slammed his foot into the ground, his frustration palpable.

"I don't want women without uniqueness! Their… their *chests*!"

The soldiers shifted uneasily as Chang Nayun trembled with longing. "I want… kimchi stew. I want Miya, the model. I want… to taste my world again."

A chorus of misunderstanding rippled through the celestials.

"Kimchi stew? The ultimate food!" one soldier shouted.

"A celestial dish filled with energy!" another chimed in.

"No, you fools!" Chang Nayun roared, clenching his fists tighter. "You'll never understand. Kimchi stew isn't some celestial fruit! It's… it's a food from Earth!"

Ashvin's eyes blazed with determination. "Tell me what kind of celestial fruit is needed, and I'll tear it from the stars themselves!" he vowed, mistaking his Lord's frustration for a challenge.

Chang Nayun collapsed back onto his throne, burying his face in his hands. These celestials… they were driving him to the edge of madness.

"There's no entertainment here," he muttered in exasperation. "No models, no manhwas, no novels."

Ashvin slammed his fists into the ground, cracking the floor. "Forgive me, my Lord! I am weak, unable to fulfill your desires. Please, kill me for my incompetence!"

"I don't need to kill anyone…" Chang Nayun sighed. "I just want…"

But before he could finish, a female celestial with enormous purple wings and a towering physique stepped forward. Her name was Tasrin, and she was hailed as the most beautiful woman in all of Navryth.

"Do you not desire *me*, my Lord?" she purred, caressing his arm with her powerful, muscular hand.

Chang Nayun froze, his head pounding. Tasrin, with her hulking frame, looked nothing like the delicate beauties of Earth. She reminded him of a gym enthusiast—everything he *didn't* want.

"Please… just leave me alone," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Tasrin's face remained seductively close. "Oh, my Lord," she whispered, "I shall join you in your chambers tonight."

"God, no…" he groaned.

Tasrin's persistence was met with yet another plea. "You won't even *fit* by my side. Please… don't."

For a moment, silence reigned. Chang Nayun clutched his head, trying to block out the absurdity surrounding him. It wasn't just Tasrin; all the female celestials seemed to embody a grotesque parody of the feminine beauty he remembered from Earth.

*Earth…* The thought sparked hope within him, a reminder of the world he'd once known, the world he still longed for.

"I must return… to Earth."

The decision was final. The celestial beings could not sway him, nor could they understand. But for Chang Nayun, it was the only path left. He had achieved power beyond measure, but it no longer mattered. What he craved was something far simpler, far more elusive.

His mind was set. He would return, no matter the cost.

"Earth! Wait for me, I'll be there… in a second."

And with that, the Lord King of all creation prepared to embark on his journey home.