Creation, Start!

Inside a small realm resides a god sitting down on his throne, humming and stomping his feet lightly waiting for someone. The god was dressed up like a fool, a clown if one would say.

Some may say this god is a man, others would say this god is a woman, but no one knows who it truly is, its face was always covered with a mask, with the fool's cap as his hat.

"Well, well, well..." it continued, "I wonder how I should serve my 'welcomed guest'. It's been a little silent in my house for a couple of years."

The god flicked his fingers and immediately holograms of recordings were shown from millions of 'people' living adventurously with their lives. The majority of them were killing monsters from different regions, some where hanging out, and an organized community was also shown dedicating themselves to their arts.

Then with a small smirk, the god fiddled on the smooth, glossy armrest. He was bemused watching all of them living in all sorts of ways.

"Nothing about them is special in any sort of way. It's amusing, really." the lone god commented sarcastically. All of those holograms were long gone.

The god then stood up, pacing back and forth playfully around it.

"Why don't you tell me why all of this is worth my time, Urza?"

"I don't have time for your shenanigans, my dear Jester. You already knew what to expect since you know more than me." A deep voice boomed in the whole world, but the god took it as if all it heard was a loud whisper.

The god laughed merrily as a hint of tease flashed in its eyes. "Really? Why can't the genius know more than me if you're that much powerful?"

"Don't tell me you're going to act like this to 'his' creation as well?"

"We shouldn't disappoint on how humans see us as gods, can we?"

Urza was silent for a second as he remembered something in his mind.

In Urza's impression, Jester had been the most alien lifeform he had ever met. More so than the conventional gods he had ever encountered. Jester was never bound to the limits of the universe, it can be as it wants to be. It can take forms of any shape, yet it was massively obsessed with any forms of chaos.

He knew Jester never cared about the universal customs between the gods and their followers. This god doesn't get power from its believers. He knew Jester even spits on the hierarchy of the gods and even said that 'this trope is too boring.'

"You better take this seriously, you old fool. This boy is the most important asset to us all, for all of us gods."

Kukukuku...

"Why don't you tell me why really? Is there anything that gods can't fix?" The jester added. "There are many doubtful people interested in your answer."

"...Who are you talking about? Isn't it just us two who are talking-"

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬...

The god hung up from the telepathy. Its eyes creased up as it thought of something funny. It thought for a second before concluding that it was about time. From the watch in its hand, it counted all the way to 0.

Then the Jester heard a whisper of a boy far away.

"Creation, start!"

Then a humanoid figure materialized under the god's gaze. In the Jester's eyes, it saw a brownish teenager with a casual get-up. He wore a white sleeveless shirt with a normal blue shirt. His hair was black yet had red-tinted eyes. In hindsight, the boy looks arrogant and aggressive.

'Out of all people 'he' could have presented to me, 'he' had to pick a kid with an attitude? How disappointing.'

The jester's expression took a rough turn as it gave up trying. Its eyes became lackluster and its voice monotone. It started speaking what was given in the script in its hand.

"Name?"

"Owen Dawson."

In thin air, words were formed one after another as the boy Owen answered its questions. The words formed orderly like a sheet of paper, or more accurately like a character panel in RPG games.

"Age?"

"18."

The Jester's eye twitched when he took a look at the teenager again, clearly doubtful of what it just heard. But it didn't care much more and continued.

"Class?"

"...Hero."

𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬...

Then the words forming in front of Owen were finished, the panel minimized and magically became a badge worn on his left chest. The boy felt his body become light as it felt like he was blessed with magic... but after that, it felt like something was wrong.

Owen felt like the temperature was gradually dropping rapidly, he couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.

"...Why is this NPC not saying anything else?" He muttered under his breath, the sensations of frostbite were getting real every passing second. He felt irritated and thought of other phrases as well.

"Submit."

"End Scenario."

"Skip. Skip. Skip."

Owen didn't understand what was happening, he kept yelling phrases over and over again until everything suddenly stopped except for the two of them.

"How pathetic you are." A grim voice leaked out of the Jester's mouth. "If this is all what the destiny's child has to offer, then it's a shame, really."

The teenager was annoyed, "I didn't take this VR pod just to be greeted with this."

The jester cracked a burst of laughter as clones of him filled the entire venue, doing the exact same thing. "You're so funny, kid. You are still in your teens and you've got guts using the pod that was clearly meant for healthy adults?"

Something about Owen cracked when he heard about the strict age restrictions. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "What's the deal with you, then? Just stop!"

The god smiled strangely, "Listen up kid, you should count yourself extremely lucky with your ability to foresee the future even in the real world."

"...You know what I can do?" Owen muttered subconsciously before realizing what he just heard. His eyes showed absolute shock as he was called out casually.

The jester ignored him as he juggled five balls in one hand with each ball marked with numbers, from 5 to 1.

"Messing with time always comes with a huge cost. The more you try to peek into the future, the more you wipe the versions of your future self that lived in that timeline." Slowly each of the balls starts falling to the ground until one remained.

"In the end, unlike other people, you only have one path, one destiny. Because you were fascinated with the new technology so much, we were bound to meet right in this moment, one way or another."

Suddenly, the Jester released its suppressive aura. Owen found it intensively hard to breathe and felt like he was going to pass out, but with a surge of adrenaline, he ceaselessly struggled to keep his gaze straight into the god.

Cards faintly appeared behind the Jester, with its hands opening wide. The cards gradually circled around it until a spark was shone on the uppermost card. The card was flipped upright. It was a tarot card.

It showed the fool, the sign of new beginnings. The sign of vast opportunities and potential. It signifies having the freedom to do anything and a start of a journey.

But the Jester flashed a sarcastic grin to Owen, showing pity on him. The boy didn't understand why, but he was thoroughly pissed.

"If you continue to depend on your ability in this world you don't understand..."

"Then you'll find yourself fucked big time."