A sharp breath escaped my lips as the faceless giant turned his back to me, his hulking form taking up nearly all the space in my office.
His presence lingered like a suffocating weight, pressing down on everything—on me.
Williamloh wanted to see me.
I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against my obsidian coloured desk, my black eyes narrowing slightly.
Why?
The last time we met, I had laid out my entire world’s plot to him.
I had explained in excruciating detail how Noah would fall, how he would carve his own path in blood and madness, how he would be nothing more than a tragic tool molded by my hands.
And what had Williamloh said back then?
"Green signal. You may proceed."
That was it.
That was all he had said last time.
So why now?
My jaw tensed, fingers curling into a fist. I had an inkling of what this could be about, and for the first time in a long while, something dark flickered across my face.
No.
It couldn’t be that.
There was no way the other God’s already found out…
I exhaled sharply and stood up, straightening my long black coat before pushing my disheveled hair back.
"Alright," I muttered, my voice steady. "Let’s go."
The giant gave no response, only stepping forward. His heavy boots made no sound against the sleek marble floor, yet with every step he took, the air itself seemed to ripple.
I followed behind him, walking through the endless rows of identical cubicles.
Hundreds of them stretched across the vast expanse of the floor, each one occupied by a different god, each one shaping their own worlds.
Some were furiously typing away at keyboards that clicked and clacked with unnatural speed.
Others were sketching blueprints of celestial realms with golden ink that floated mid-air.
A few muttered incantations under their breath, the very space around them distorting as they managed their planets in the form of swirling orbs above their desks.
There was only one major difference between these Gods and me.
All of them had created their Worlds way back in the past while I was the only one in the entire universe who was working on a new world currently.
This was what Williamloh was aiming for, a new age of gods!
And if I succeeded in impressing him and proving his theory about recruiting more mortals into becoming demi gods?
He would make me a real God.
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Looking back at all these old age Gods, I realised that no matter how different their worlds were, one thing remained the same—every single cubicle was the exact same size.
The Gods here might have created everything from sprawling empires to dystopian hellscapes, but in this office? We were all equals.
That is, until you reached the higher floors.
I kept my pace even, my gaze forward as we reached the end of the floor, where a swirling mass of white energy hovered in mid-air. A space portal.
Without hesitation, the giant stepped through it, disappearing into its depths.
I followed.
The sensation of space shifting around me was familiar—weightless, formless, like being submerged in water yet not drowning.
Colors I couldn’t describe flickered past my vision, the hum of the universe itself resonating in my bones.
I was unfazed.
Instead, I used this moment to scurry for information.
"So," I spoke, glancing up at the faceless being. "You gonna tell me why Williamloh is suddenly interested in me again?"
Silence.
Of course.
I exhaled, resisting the urge to click my tongue. "You know, keeping quiet just makes me more suspicious."
Still nothing.
Fine. Be that way.
Within seconds, we emerged from the portal, stepping onto a floor vastly different from the one I had left.
A massive set of gates loomed before me.
And when I say massive, I mean it.
The gates stretched so high that even with my enhanced sight, I couldn’t see where they ended.
They were crafted from a metal darker than night itself, pulsating with golden runes that shifted and reformed constantly, as if alive.
But what truly caught my attention weren’t the gates themselves.
It was the two guards standing before them.
At first glance, they looked… ordinary.
Dressed in simple suits, their presence barely felt like anything significant.
But I knew better.
I knew they were anything but ordinary.
To even be considered a gatekeeper for Williamloh, one had to reach the rank of a True God.
The power rankings of our kind were clear:
Mortal – The weakest, bound by the laws of nature.
Draconic Being - A step above mortals, capable of reality-bending.
Demi-God – The closest one can be to becoming a God.
God – The most common rank, capable of fully creating and sustaining a world.
Mythic God – A realm above, where one’s existence is worshipped across multiple realities.
True God – A being that can shape not just worlds, but the very rules that govern them.
Deity – The pinnacle. The absolute. The ones who existed before existence itself.
And Williamloh?
He was one of the few who stood apar even that.
He was no God.
But…
He was The World Contractor.
The one who handled every god, every world, every contract that determined the fate of an entire universe.
The amount of connections and artifacts this man had outclassed even some of the strongest gods—
The guards didn’t move as we approached. They only glanced at me once, their expression unreadable, before the gates groaned and slowly began to open.
A force rippled outward, pressing into my very being, a presence so vast it almost made me pause.
Almost.
With a step forward, I entered Williamloh’s office.
And immediately, I understood why no one dared to defy him.
The room was… endless.
There were no walls. No ceiling. No floor.
Only space.
Planets, stars, entire galaxies floated around us, shifting constantly like they were mere decorations.
The concept of gravity itself felt optional here, as if the laws of reality bent to Williamloh’s mere presence.
And yet—despite the vastness, despite the sheer cosmic weight of the room—there was an eerie calm.
A sense of order.
As if the space itself manipulated those within to feel at ease, to be awed yet never overwhelmed.
My gaze flickered forward.
Sitting at the very center of it all, behind a desk that looked far too ordinary for a place like this, was the most normal-looking man I had ever seen.
Short brown hair. A clean-shaven face. A simple black suit.
No glowing eyes. No divine aura. No overwhelming pressure of power.
Just… a man.
And yet, I knew.
I knew that despite his unassuming appearance, he was one of the few beings in this universe with power and influence that surpassed even True Gods.
Williamloh.
The World Contractor.
His lips curled into a polite smile as his brown eyes met mine.
"Please have a seat, my fellow Demigod.
I welcome you to my humble abode.
Bearateme—"
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