You ever had one of those days where you're just done with life? Not like, depressed or anything, just… tired of how regular it all is? That was me. John. 25. Average job. Average apartment. Average porn history. And yeah, I was watching YouTube like any other night—one of those endless rabbit holes. Started with some dumb cat compilation, and somehow ended on a top 10 overpowered isekai protagonists. Y'know, the usual trash: guy dies, gets magic, bangs elves, saves world, yawn.
But something clicked in my head while I was watching it. Not envy. Not even inspiration. Just… curiosity. Like, what if I got isekai'd? But not into some power fantasy bullshit. Not a sword-wielding, dragon-riding, OP cheat-skill chosen one. No. I wanted something absurd.
"Wouldn't it be crazy," I muttered to myself, half-laughing, "if I didn't become a hero, but like… the embodiment of Ultimate Creation or some shit?"
I laughed harder. "Like, not a god or anything, just pure conceptual creation. Just because it sounds cool. Not even thought out. Just—BAM! Ultimate Creation, bitches!"
Stupid, right?
And then I crossed the street without looking.
Horn.
Screech.
Light.
Pain.
Darkness.
I don't know how long I was out. Could've been seconds. Could've been centuries. Time didn't exist here. Neither did anything else. No tunnel. No pearly gates. No demon with a clipboard checking my sin count. Just… nothing.
Literal. Fucking. Void.
No body. No senses. Just me—my thoughts. My soul, I guess? Whatever that even means.
"Where the hell am I?" I said. But no sound came out. But also, it did. It's hard to explain when you're a floating consciousness with no vocal cords. You kind of just know you spoke.
So I sat there. Or floated. Or… hovered in existential limbo. Thinking.
And then it hit me.
"…Did I just get isekai'd?"
No answer.
But this wasn't some cozy fantasy village. No system menu. No goddess with bouncing tits giving me exposition. Just this… still, black emptiness.
Except—no, wait. There was something. A feeling. Like pressure building behind my non-existent eyeballs. Something beyond me was scratching at the edges of whatever the fuck I was now.
And suddenly, I remembered.
That stupid thing I said. About becoming the embodiment of Ultimate Creation. The hell did that even mean? I just said it to be edgy while watching anime clips at 2AM!
"…No way," I muttered. "That's not real. That wasn't a wish. It wasn't like I prayed or begged or anything. I was just talking shit!"
But the pressure grew. Something was changing. I could feel it. The nothingness started… responding. Twisting. Shifting.
And that's when it really hit me.
It was real.
Not because I deserved it. Not because some god heard me.
But because… I thought it.
I defined it.
And now reality—or whatever the fuck I was in—was listening.
Problem was… I had no idea what "Ultimate Creation" even was. I just liked how badass it sounded.
And now it was me.
"Shit."
Yeah I should probably stop narrating like I'm the host of Survivor: Eternal Limbo Edition.
At first, I tried to keep track. Y'know, mentally marking time even though time doesn't exist here. Thought it'd be fun.
Five minutes later.
Ten days later.
Five months later.
Ten years later.
7,800 years later.
Forty million.
Seven hundred eighty-eight billion.
Six hundred seventy-seven trillion.
Five hundred ninety sextillion years later—
I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE.
I don't even know how long it's actually been. Time literally isn't real here. I'm just vibing in an endless void with no walls, no sound, no up, down, or WiFi. It's like solitary confinement but on god mode. Bro, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind.
Okay. Deep breath. Wait—I don't breathe.
Fuck.
Alright. Think, think. I'm supposed to be Ultimate Creation or some crap, right? Cool title, no manual. I'm bored out of my nonexistent skull.
Then the thought hits me.
Why not just create something?
Not a planet. Not a species. Not a star or a duck with chainsaw wings.
No, no, no. Let's go big. Let's go symbolic.
Let's make her.
The True Embodiment of Ultimate Creation.
Yeah. That sounds poetic and also kinda hot.
She'll be wise, ancient, powerful. With the elegance of a goddess and the rack of a hentai protagonist. MILF energy? Obviously. Long hair? Make it green. Eyes like galaxies? Hell yeah. Big J-cup tiddies? You already know, bro.
So I think.
Hard.
And then it happens.
A spark.
Tiny. Barely visible.
"Oh shit—it's cute—"
Then it erupts like a goddamn supernova.
"WHAT THE FU—"
The spark twists. Shifts. Morphs.
Limbs. Skin. Flowing emerald hair that defies logic. Gold-flecked eyes that look like they saw the Big Bang and critiqued it like an art student. And then, yeah... those.
I may or may not have clapped spiritually. Respectfully. Probably.
She looks around. Calm. Regal. Like she's the mother of Before Before. And I guess she is. She's the form I created, using everything I didn't understand.
"You're… beautiful," I whisper, even though I don't have lips.
"I'll call you… Diana."
Yeah. Diana. Sounds divine. Dangerous. Hot.
Then it hits me. I'm fading. My soul's flickering like a Dollar Tree LED light.
Crap. I used up everything in me to give her form. The concept. The power. The essence.
This is it.
She turns. Smiles.
Then kisses me.
I feel myself—my existence—merge with hers. No pain. Just... fusion. She's pulling me in. Not to absorb, but to save. To make sure I don't vanish.
And when we fuse, something happens.
The Void—this endless, silent prison—starts shaking. Like reality itself is about to puke. It can't hold us. Can't contain what we've become.
And then—
CRACK.
Void shatters. Not into space. Not into time. But into something beyond. Limbo? A proto-realm? Hell if I know. It's like trying to describe colors to a blind duck on LSD.
In the middle of that chaos, a body forms.
Humanoid.
Feminine.
Half-long green hair. Black eyes like infinite ink. Skin like cosmic silk. Legs. Arms. Breasts.
Then I open my eyes.
Blink.
Look down.
…
"…Bro."
I have boobs. Not J-cups. More like… A-cups. Modest. Perky.
"I'M A GIRL?! WHAT THE HELL?!"
I sigh.
"Welp. Better than being a disembodied consciousness in eternal darkness."
Then I hear her.
Not out loud. Inside.
Her voice, smooth and warm like starlight.
"I am with you, always. I am Diana. We are One. We are Ultimate Creation."
…Yeah. This is my life now, huh?
Guess I really am gonna have to get used to this.