Vel drifted in an abyss where neither light nor shadow existed—just weightless emptiness, pressing in from all sides. It wasn't pain, yet it wasn't peace. It felt like drowning without water, like being erased piece by piece. His thoughts slipped from his grasp, dissolving into nothingness before he could hold onto them.
And then—a flash.
A burst of light tore through the darkness, an unnatural, jagged wound against the void. It wasn't comforting. It was stark, clinical, and unmistakably structured. Shapes coalesced within it, forming something harsh and familiar.
Words.
Glowing white against the black, pulsing with an urgency that sent a chill through him:
[CRITICAL CONDITION]
More text flickered into existence beneath it, sterile and unfeeling:
Permanent termination in: 30 seconds.
Vel's fractured mind lurched. No, not Vel—Giri. He recognized this. No, he remembered this. This was no hallucination. It was a system window from Aeonalus Primordial, rendered impossibly real before him.
But how? Why now?
A new prompt blinked beneath the countdown, simple yet ominous:
[Activate Admin Mode?] [Yes] / [No]
The letters hung in the void like a lifeline flung into the abyss, vibrating softly as if aware of his hesitation.
29 seconds... 28...
Giri—Vel—stared at the words, his heart pounding in a space where a heart should not exist. Was this part of the game? Or was this death?
26 seconds...
He felt it now—a faint awareness of his broken body, far beyond this empty place. The dull warmth of blood seeping from his stomach, the ache that should have left him already. Yet he still existed. Somewhere.
His thoughts fractured further. What happens if I choose 'Yes'? If this was a game, he would return. If it wasn't... would he wake up? Or was this truly the end?
22 seconds...
His fingers curled into fists, though they weren't real in this place. He was trapped between two identities—Giri, the programmer, and Vel, the child. A ghost of a man wearing the skin of someone too small for this world.
His vision swam. The countdown pulsed, hammering urgency into his skull.
"You don't have time for answers."
A voice—his own, or perhaps something deeper—cut through the haze like a razor.
10 seconds.
Vel's breath hitched. He had spent so much time thinking, doubting, analyzing. If there's one thing I've learned...
The answer was simple: Act before it's too late.
Without letting hesitation creep back in, he reached forward, forcing his trembling hand toward the glowing words.
The moment his will connected with the system—
YES.
The abyss shattered.
The void collapsed around Vel as his body slammed back into reality. The pain returned instantly—searing, unrelenting, drowning his nerves in fire.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation
FantasiWhen renowned game developer Giri meets his untimely end, he awakens as twelve-year-old Vel in the magical realm of Aeonalus-his own creation. Five hundred years have passed since he crafted the world, and Vel finds himself in the village of Oakhave...
