Gods Fallen into the Mortal World

In a certain Material Universe, a young man in white knelt on the surface of a scorching blue giant star, his face twisted in agony as he stared despairingly at the scene before him.

Scorching flames spread without restraint, instantly igniting a dark starry sky far larger than a single Observable Universe. Those flames kindled the fires of war, and countless living planets throughout the universe fell amid the conflict. No one knew how many lives were constantly dying.

That was the Divine Kingdom he had painstakingly built with his own hands over thousands of years. The intelligent beings on every living planet were devout believers who worshipped him.

"Why did this happen?"

"It's true that you were the system that helped me rise, but I'm not one of those stupid idiot protagonists from novels. I never let down my guard around you."

"I had clearly completely deciphered your operating rules. I even surpassed the upper limit of your power and broke through the ninety-nine-star realm you established."

"With my current realm, I am eternally unfettered across all time and space. I can casually create systems like you, so why was I so utterly helpless?"

A hideous crimson mouth, torn open like a gash, appeared on the side of the young man's cheek.

Neat, large white teeth gleamed beneath the blue giant's radiance, while a crimson tongue licked the young man's cheek.

The familiar voice from the young man's memories, always mechanical and indifferent, had become a laugh filled with emotion at that moment.

"Broke through the system's realm limit? Deciphered the system's operating rules?"

"Ha ha ha ha, stop saying things that make me laugh my teeth out!"

"Idiot, aren't you thinking a little too highly of yourself? Or did you really think you were one of the chosen?"