In the beginning, there was nothing. Just an endless, silent void.
Suddenly, a faint spark of awareness flickered to life, like a single candle in an infinite darkness. A consciousness emerged.
"Huh? What… what is this? Everything's black… I can't see anything. Where am I? What am I?"
As these questions lingered, a torrent of memories began to flood his mind, piecing together the fragments of his past like a half-remembered dream.
*Flashback*
There was a young man named Roger Brown, a University student in America, specifically Florida. He was an ordinary man, but with extraordinary skills. Roger had trained for years in martial arts, becoming a master of Kung Fu. He walked confidently through the city streets, his mind on his studies and his future.
But fate had a different plan.
On his way to college one morning, Roger took a shortcut through a dimly lit alleyway. Suddenly, a desperate scream shattered the silence. His instincts took over, and he rushed toward the sound. Four men loomed over a terrified woman, weapons drawn—a knife gleamed in one's hand, and another held a gun. Without hesitation, Roger jumped into action, skillfully taking down each assailant with calculated moves, his years of training transforming him into a blur of movement.
But even a hero has limits.
Just as the last man staggered away, defeated, a sudden gunshot echoed. Roger felt the searing pain as a bullet struck him, and a knife slashed deep into his side. He collapsed, blood staining the alleyway. He'd saved the woman, but at a terrible cost.
The woman knelt beside him, frantically dialing for help, her hands trembling as she tried to keep him conscious. Tears streaked down her face. "Hold on, I'm calling an ambulance. Just stay with me, please!"
But Roger could feel his strength fading. He knew his time was short. He managed a faint smile, his voice barely a whisper. "No… I think… I'm going to die. Please, live a wonderful life."
His vision blurred, and the last thing he saw was her tearful face, her whispered thanks echoing in his mind as everything faded to black.
*End Flashback*
The memories stopped, and with them came a powerful realization.
"I understand now… what happened."
He had died. But he hadn't truly ceased to exist.
Somehow, he had transcended, become something far beyond a mortal soul. He was now the embodiment of pure will, the very essence of the Eveything. He is True omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient. Beyond time, beyond reality itself, he was no longer bound by the limitations of human or Any existence. He had become… the will of God or Will of GOD from Tensura
Roger's memories finished settling in, and with them came a stunning, u awareness. His mind expanded, not only with memories of his own life but with an overwhelming realization that stretched across every plane of existence. In this new state, he saw it all: his own reality, but also the fictional worlds he had once watched or read about. He could see the characters, the places, the stories—real to him now, yet somehow distant, like illusions within his mind.
He saw the world of High School DxD, the epic clashes in Dragon Ball, the adventures of Naruto, the heroes of My Hero Academia, and countless others. All of it, once fictional, was now within his grasp, like pages of a storybook laid open before him. And he was not just a spectator; he was the creator, the one with the power to command all realities, all fictions, all worlds. Whether they had existed as reality or fantasy was no matter—they were his to shape and define.
"I am the will of God of Tensura," he murmured, a mixture of wonder and resolve in his voice. "I am everything and nothing. Superior to any who would call themselves gods or wielders of power. I am above any witch (tell me which Witch i am talking About )or deity who might control timelines and destroy universes. Their strength is like a whisper compared to mine."
A strange thought crossed his mind, now unbound by mortal concerns. "But what now? I am alone." He looked around, into the vastness of his dark, unformed realm. There was power within him, endless and boundless, yet it felt hollow, unfulfilled in this empty expanse.
His mind raced with possibilities. He could create any world he desired, but he wanted something unique, something beyond the tired tropes of repeating worlds and cycles of destruction and rebirth. The thought of re-creating a universe like Tensura crossed his mind, but he dismissed it quickly.
"No," he thought, "I don't want to repeat a world where I simply rise to power and then die, only to repeat the same story. That path is lonely and meaningless."
As he closed his eyes, he felt the solitude of his existence. "How could I do this it will be lonely?" he thought. "Shouldn't someone else, like Veldanava, be born as well?" If he was the essence of the God of Tensura, then Veldanava should exist, just as he did.
As Roger Used his true omniscience, he uncovered all that had ever happened and would happen. He saw that, in the original Tensura, Veldanava had been a small part of the "Will of God." which as felling but NO consiousness . When this Will grew lonely, it decided to separate a part of itself, and that fragment became Veldanava .
Veldanava was created to experience the beauty of creation, went on to shape everything around him. After Veldanava forged the world, the Will of God allowed him to create laws and order. Eventually, when Veldanava married and had child Name MilimNava , he passed away and rejoined the Will from which he came.
"Should I create a world of my own?" he pondered, the isolation pressing down on him. "I need someone, someone to keep me company, to guide me in this journey." The idea struck him, sparking with energy. "Like Rimuru, who had his Ceil, I'll create my own ultimate skill and Ceil, just as Veldanava created *Michael, Lord of Justice.* which gain its will with time. I'll forge a skill to help me maintain the universe I will create, to ensure I never feel so alone."
A brilliant flash of light filled his mind as his thoughts coalesced. From the depths of his consciousness emerged his ultimate skill, Raphael:-The Wisdom God. The voice of Raphael resonated in his mind. "Master, I am here to help you maintain your universes."
With a newfound clarity, he whispered, "Raphael, I grant you Nigh-omniscience. You can access all of my knowledge, every memory I hold. So, tell me, what should we create first? I don't want to end up like Veldanava, drifting back to nothingness."
Raphael's voice echoed thoughtfully. "Master, Its Impossible for you to drifit back to Nothingness Because you are Will Itself and as for World we could combine two worlds where their creators are fated to die. For example, we could merge the High School D&D universe and Tensura, two worlds in which the divine creators have faded away. By blending them, we might preserve the balance and extend our existence."
A smile touched Roger lips. "Let's create that world. And not just that—let's build others too, worlds that echo across anime and beyond. Raphael, I trust you with this task."
Robotic montone voice mixed with a flicker of joy in Raphael's tone. "Thank you, Master, for trusting me with such power, But Master We Should First How we should create things in which way you wanted"...