Started on December 2, 2025
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I never imagined the world would end up like this. Today, everyone talks about those who are called "the strongest humans alive," yet no one truly knows how it all began. But everything started with something so small, so insignificant, that most people wouldn't even bother to notice it.
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The game my seatmate excitedly told me about every single day—without either of us realizing—had already begun to change the course of my life. Back then, I didn't even have a phone of my own, yet somehow I had already started playing my very first game. Even if it was just a few hours a week, I'd grab anyone's phone—my friends' or my family's—just to log in, grind, and try my best to become the strongest.
No one knew that this innocent excitement I felt toward a simple game would one day become the spark that changed the fate of the world. Not even me…
I traded with other players, improved my character, and kept growing stronger. That progress, small as it was, made me unbelievably happy. But what truly set me apart wasn't my desire to become a good player.The real difference was that I wanted to understand how this world worked. And deep down, I believed that someday, I could create a game even better than the one I was playing.
My friend and I talked constantly—strategies, grinding plans, anything that would help us progress. After a few months, for the first time, I told him about my own ideas. His reaction was way more positive than I expected. Encouraged, we started making paper sketches of our imaginary game and even advertised it to our classmates. Well… more like we tried to convince them to play it, sometimes a little too insistently. Slowly, we gathered more and more "players."
With my heart practically buzzing with excitement, my friend and I would talk about the day we would finally make our own game. Even back then, I could feel that the fire inside me wasn't something that would fade away.
As time passed, I spent more time with computers and realized that if I truly wanted to build something, I'd need to learn how to create new things with code. But my friend couldn't keep up with the pace I was moving at. I didn't really notice how fast I was going—until I looked at the notebook where, in just one week, I had written dozens of pages filled with notes. I had learned nearly every fundamental term in C++, and I was already pushing myself toward mastery.
The small projects I made brought me joy, and each finished line of code only made me more ambitious. I had plenty of time to improve myself in almost every area of the digital world. While my classmates boasted about what they earned in the games they played, I just kept learning something new every time.
Back then, I thought the only thing I could ever create was a game. What I didn't know yet was that I was capable of far more—… that I could one day write the rules themselves.