**Earth, North America, USA, New York City.**
In a two-story building on the outskirts of the city, in a modest apartment, a young man sat on a white bed. He was tall, about six feet, and in his early twenties, with sharp, handsome features.
This was Aiden VoidAngel. His eyes flickered open, and he let out a long, weary sigh. He looked bored—*extremely* bored. At 24 years old, Aiden was unemployed, not because he couldn't find work, but because he found everything in life utterly dull.
An orphan since the age of 15, Aiden had inherited a considerable fortune from his wealthy parents. Their untimely deaths left him with enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life without ever lifting a finger.
By the time he turned 20, Aiden realized something: Earth was a boring, uneventful place. No magic, no superpowers, no grand adventures. The world was ruled by frail old men and women, aging politicians who could be toppled with a single punch. It was all so... *ordinary.*
He sighed again, reflecting on the endless monotony. Over the years, he'd tried countless hobbies and adventures to pass the time. Despite his wealth, he even attempted living like an average youth, renting a modest apartment instead of staying in the lavish castle he'd purchased.
**Ding! Ding!**
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Aiden glanced at it and saw a message from one of the many girls he'd casually dated. Relationships bored him too; he never kept a girlfriend for long. When he wanted companionship, he simply picked from a wide range of women, from socialites to commoners.
He ignored the message and instead opened a novel app, hoping to escape boredom by immersing himself in a story about magic and swordplay. As he read, a thought crossed his mind: *If only Earth could be like this—a world full of danger and excitement. That would be truly thrilling.*
The idea consumed him. He fantasized about transmigrating into another world, like the protagonists of his favorite novels.
Feeling restless, Aiden got up and decided to get some fresh air. He climbed the stairs to the rooftop, pushing open the door and stepping into the cool midnight breeze.
Standing at the edge of the roof, he gazed up at the starry sky with a scowl. "What a worthless planet," he muttered.
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind slammed into him. Aiden staggered, barely managing to grab the railing to keep from being blown off the roof. His heart raced. *That was no ordinary wind.*
He looked up in the direction the wind had come from and froze. A small meteor, glowing with a golden light, was hurtling straight toward him.
"*What the—*" was all he managed to think before the meteor struck.
**BOOM!**
A blinding flash of light engulfed him, and Aiden collapsed to the rooftop. He didn't lose consciousness but felt as though his soul had been yanked into a dark, endless void. Time seemed to stretch—was it a day, a year, or even a thousand years?
In the pitch-black space, a single point of light appeared. Desperate, Aiden reached for it, hoping it would lead him out.
**Splat!**
The sound echoed as his hand touched the light, and everything went dark again.
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**Hours later.**
On the rooftop, under the blazing afternoon sun, Aiden's motionless body lay sprawled. Anyone who saw him would think he was dead. But suddenly, his eyes shot open.
He blinked, dazed and disoriented. Slowly, the memories of what had happened flooded back: the meteor, the void, and that strange light.
"I should be dead..." he muttered. Yet, here he was—alive and feeling... different.
Aiden stood up, his body brimming with energy. His muscles felt stronger, his senses sharper. He took a step, and—**Creak!**—the rooftop cracked beneath his foot.
*What the hell?*
Before he could process it, another wave of memories surged into his mind, accompanied by excruciating pain. He fell to the ground, clutching his head, screaming as his mind absorbed the knowledge of a thousand lifetimes.
An hour later, the pain subsided. Gasping for breath, Aiden slowly sat up, his eyes wide with realization.
"I... I struck it rich!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the empty rooftop.
The meteor wasn't just space debris. It was a primordial treasure from a distant super-universe. The previous owner, a powerful being, had perished in battle, leaving the treasure to drift across dimensions until it found its way to Aiden. By pure chance, the artifact had bonded with him, transforming him into a god.
"Hahahaha!" Aiden laughed maniacally. "I'm invincible now!"
A notification buzzed on his phone, reminding him a week had passed since the meteor hit. He ignored it, too exhilarated to care.
Raising his arms to the sky, he declared, "I AM A GOD!"
No one could hear him—he had bought the entire building to ensure his privacy. His mind raced with possibilities. With his newfound powers, he could reshape the world as he saw fit.
But first, he felt like eating. Not out of hunger—his divine form no longer required sustenance—but simply because he wanted to enjoy the taste. He returned to his apartment and prepared a simple meal of instant ramen.
As he ate, ideas swirled in his mind. How would he use his godly powers? After finishing his meal, he leaned back and grinned.
"First, I'll transform Earth into a fantasy world," he said. "A world of magic, adventure, and danger. That would be truly exciting!"
His laughter echoed through the apartment. If anyone saw him now, they'd think he was mad.
But for Aiden, this was just the beginning.
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