Start Of Godhood

Medical tubes were connected to a cancer patient. Initially, people thought it was melanoma, but after several tests, it was discovered to be a rare type of cancer.

The patient, sleeping on the bed, resembled a twig. His body had shriveled to extremes, making him so thin that it was hard to believe blood ever flowed in his veins.

He looked like a person who had suffered third-degree burns, with only a few strands of hair remaining on his head.

His eyes were gray and still clinging to life despite his severe condition.

Tears began to flow as he struggled to touch his friend's face. "I can endure the pain... but... I can't endure death. I don't want to die, Mickey."

'It's that dream again...'

Before Mickey could wake up, he was pulled into darkness. He was awake yet not. This phenomenon was similar to having a lucid dream.

'Oh, so this is the Primeval World Mickey was given.' He felt complex emotions about his situation, but he sighed and let the rock roll.

Book Lord cultivation is like building a tower. The taller the tower, the stronger the person. A Primeval World serves as the foundation of that tower.

What Mickey was seeing was that Primeval World. In some stories, it is highly defined as a sea of consciousness.

However, in the anime "Immortal Wizard Warlord," the Primeval World could only be designed once and was also used as a type of storage.

Mickey remembered: Designing a Primeval World is like giving an infant a book and a pen. Why? Because a Primeval World is created from a person's imagination. One's imagination reveals their true nature.

"How should I take this...?" Mickey felt conflicted.

It had been more than six years since the anime reached its epilogue. Although the last Armageddon was only seen as a warning, one could say it was completed yet not at the same time.

Mickey wasn't worried about that, but about something else. 'I've watched a lot of anime and read many novels. Immortal Wizard wasn't even my favorite. To top it off, I've experienced so many things in my life that the memories of the anime don't even take up 1%.'

Mickey didn't feel too down; he had been in many places where he had little information. Some were the white houses of very powerful countries, but he still managed to navigate his way out.

'First, let me develop this place.' Mickey felt a little ecstatic; the idea of having abilities had always been one of his goals. When he imagined himself as a cyborg, he wanted to install devices to wield elements, but now…

"Let there be light." His voice echoed through the darkness.

At his command, light appeared. Mickey felt like God, observing an empty land from a place where he couldn't be seen.

Now that he could see, he issued a command: "Divide the place into two sections; one will be like day, and the other will be like a beautiful night."

Seeing the world change according to his will, Mickey felt like smiling. However, he didn't have a mouth and suppressed his joy.

'There is no law of time in the Primeval World, so I can't replicate the way the world was made.'

That did not dampen his spirits in the slightest, and he gave his next command: "Let there be a vast ocean covering the ground."

Just like that, water appeared.

"Let there be a small island covered in grass between the darkness and the light. Let there be a maple tree in the middle of the island."

The water rippled apart, and an island began to rise from the ground, showcasing its majestic form. Once it was ten feet above the ocean, it stopped, and a tree began to grow.

It started from its germination, growing into a fine tree before blooming.

"Let there be a storage area within the island, with openings so narrow that one has to be close to see them."

Mickey heard a rumbling sound and confirmed that his order was fulfilled. "That's done."

The moment those words were spoken, Mickey was pulled out of the Primeval World. The first thing he saw was a familiar white ceiling.

The original Mickey had often been bullied by someone and would always end up here. He would have fought back, but his punches felt as weak as a leaf falling from a tree.

He quickly familiarized himself with the smell of disinfectant. Although it was faint, he felt a slight pain in his mind. He didn't know whether it was due to his injury from falling from a three-story building or the mental burden caused by creating a Primeval World.

In the end, he could only swallow it like a pill.

His eyes darted across the white room and noted that he wasn't the only person there.

The other person was crouching on the ground, her peach-shaped behind facing him. She didn't seem to be affected by the heatwave, as she wore a medical coat that shrouded her hourglass figure, which was slightly busty.

Mickey was stunned, his eyes wide open. What he was seeing was beyond divine, but his mind recalled something about this person.

'This is Hugh Qian, the only Book Lord who lives with mortals. She is also one of the main characters in the story.'

A small smile emerged on his lips. '…Should I call myself lucky? It seems Mickey and this girl have a thing for each other… even in the anime. I'm not sure about me, though.'

Hugh Qian quickly noticed the gaze behind her, or maybe it was his smile. She raised her head and saw Mickey's eyes dancing around as if he had seen something mystical.

She frowned; she knew how unceremonious Mickey could be, which made her uneasy at times. "You naughty boy."

Mickey's face turned indifferent as he continued to stare at her. "You coquettish teacher."

"What?! You dare say that to my face?!"

"I just did."

"I can kill you with the snap of my fingers, you know?"

"Tsundere."

"Repeat that again? I didn't quite hear you." Hugh Qian stood up, her veins visible even in her cute long ears.

Mickey sat up straight and ignored her question. "How severe are my injuries? Also, how many days do I have off?"

Hugh Qian could only sigh at this question. She knew Mickey was subject to bullying and never admitted it. His asking for days off was probably a way to free himself from this torture.

This is why she didn't use her healing spells on him.

Her gaze landed on Mickey sympathetically. Even someone like him could be mesmerized by her blue-green hazel eyes with a golden ring around the iris.

"You have three weeks to recover."

"I see." Mickey nodded in confirmation and got out of the medical bed. "Since this place is small enough to fit two people, I'll excuse myself."

Hugh Qian wanted to ask what had happened to his school uniform, but she held back.

"Nice hairstyle, by the way."

Mickey wasn't lying. She had a blonde pixie cut. It was rare to see a Book Lord with such short hair, even among men.

Hugh Qian furrowed her brow. 'Did he damage his head? No! This is a trick to make me think he likes it so I'll change it. Hmph! I'm not doing that this time!'

Bam—!

The sound of Mickey walking out of the infirmary pulled her out of her thoughts. She was nearing 22, but Mickey made her feel like a kid.

She pouted, "Rude jerk, he didn't even say thank you. Who does he think took care of him all this time?"

"I even killed for him, for crying out loud!"