In the endless void, where the boundaries of reality blur into nothingness, a figure sits upon an ever-shifting throne of shadows. He wears the mantle of The God of Mysteries, a title that's far too grandiose for someone as bored as he is.
Before him, countless worlds flicker and dance across glowing screens—worlds of heroes, villains, and everything in between. Worlds filled with drama, idiocy, and far too much angst for his liking.
"Ugh, more of this nonsense," he mutters, leaning back on his throne, swirling his nonexistent drink. "How many times must I witness the same melodramatic garbage?"
His gaze drifts from screen to screen, eyes scanning worlds where the same old tropes play out—heroes rising, villains falling, and everyone in between clinging to their self-importance like it's the only thing that matters.
"Seriously, why can't they get creative for once? Maybe throw in a talking cat or something. Or better yet, a protagonist who isn't an insufferable emo teenager."
Yet, despite his annoyance, there's something oddly compelling about their struggles, their endless quests for meaning. It's like a cosmic soap opera that never ends—and he's the eternal audience, forced to watch from the sidelines.
With a lazy wave of his hand, the god manipulates the screens, reshaping fate and rewriting destinies as if they were mere scribbles on a chalkboard.
"Let's see who's unlucky enough to stumble into my little game this time," he muses, smirking. "Power? Glory? Or maybe just a giant pile of 'what the hell did I sign up for?'"
A glowing circle emerges from the void, crackling with an ominous light. It's an invitation to those chosen—fools who think they have what it takes to play in his sandbox.
"Oh, come on. Who in their right mind would say no to me?"
His voice echoes in the emptiness, dripping with dry humor and a cringe-worthy wit that even he can't escape.
"This isn't a gift, by the way. It's a curse. But hey, what's life without a little mystery, right?"
Maybe it's time to shake things up. Maybe it's time to create a challenge... a challenge where people from different worlds come together, playing in a dungeon—fighting, striving, and failing. A game that will reshape their destinies.
"I'll call it... Dungeon of… nah, I'll figure out the name later."
With a final chuckle, the god fades into the void, leaving only the echoes of his darkly amusing voice.
"Good luck, you poor bastards. You're gonna need it."
But before the story begins, let's flashback a few days earlier, the beginning of everything.
Or rather, tomorrow I just don't have any ideas or mood to write more.