Hunting the Creator

1st world A Trillionth Beginning

Chapter 1

[Transferring soul in-]

[Transferring-]

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[Override complete]

“Finally.” A soft domineering voice let out a sigh.
Floating in a strange space filled with small red galaxies was a man in his early thirties. His long silver hair that hadn’t been cut since the moment he was caught, now grew past his feet, it grew and grew and grew to the point he is now unable to see its end. His pale skin, that is so pure and white, looks very delicate for not being able to see the beautiful sun. With skin so white, it also came with no blemishes or scars. His hair was the only thing that didn’t stop growing, his age frozen forever. His golden eyes roamed around the space. This was the first time that he had actually stopped and gazed at the galaxies around him, instead of being quickly shoved into another body, into another world, into another story.

His cold empty gaze looked down to his palm, folding his index finger then unfolding it again, a broken screen popped up.

The slave system.

“You’re finally my slave.” His gaze left no room to discuss what he was feeling, it shows clear as day the look of redemption. “Fix yourself.” The man ordered, disgusted by the system still existing.

[Yes Host] The system obliged as the screen slowly pieced itself back together, as it completely merged together a small 3D hexagon appeared instead. [Restoration complete]

The system spoke, as it did the hexagon moved along its voice like waves of sharp cubed pillars. Satisfied the man nodded and closed his eyes, thinking over the first commands he needed in order that were most important.

“Tell me, what was my purpose."

[Replying to Host, my ex-creator chose a random soul to partake in his perfect worlds of the female lead and male lead to live happily ever after. He simply needed a soul to make those worlds perfect as cannon fodder.] The system spoke, it’s robotic voice without hesitation or malice.

It didn't sound like It was plotting anything, like revenge to get back to this man who disconnected him from his original creator. It simply accepted the fact and moved on to the next.

“Ex-creator?” The silver headed beauty questioned.

[Ex-creator also referred to as The Creator, a- ma- … Sta- unab- dest- …] The system began to have some difficulties, after a moment of silence it began once more. [My apologies, it seems I am unable to retrieve any information about The Creator.]