Genesis's Chosen Hero but I rather quit
[Genesis System rebooting after 76 years of inactivity.]
[Administrator Slot: Vacant.]
[New Administrator Confirmed:—]
The screen flickers. For a moment, the letters distort—glitching between gold and blood-red. A name appears.
[Administrator Confirmed:—Elias Vaughn.]
A sharp ringing fills my ears. The name means nothing to me, but the system hesitates. The text wavers, blurring, like it’s… realizing its mistake.
Then, the letters dissolve.
[Administrator Identity Error.]
[Correcting…]
[New Administrator Confirmed: Christian Arkwright.]
A cold shiver crawls down my spine. I open my eyes, and the world isn’t mine.
My breath catches—too soft, too light. My limbs ache, but they feel… small? My fingers curl. Slender. Pale. Delicate.
This isn’t my body.
The floating screen pulses again, words forming in golden light.
[Primary Abilities Bestowed:]
Creation Magic
Spatial Manipulation
Magic? My mind stutters, but before I can process it, another notification flashes.
[Warning: You are a Deviant.]
[Deviants are to be executed by royal decree.]
[Status: In Hiding.]
I freeze.
No second chances. No learning curve. The moment someone discovers my power, I die.
Then, the screen flickers again—this time, the text warps on its own. The golden glow dims, and a final message, faint and fragmented, pushes through.
[If you are reading this… you are the last.]
My pulse pounds in my ears. A soft static hums in the air.
[The world has forgotten me, but you must not forget what I left behind.]
[Survive. Learn. And when the time comes… create hope again.]
Then—so quiet it’s almost lost in the noise—comes a whisper.
“Welcome back, Elias.”
A pause. A hesitation.
The system flicks as if to correct itself.
“…Welcome back, Christian.”
