Timeline - 30 B.C. (2000 years before the plot starts)
Pain.
That was the first thing I felt.
Not sharp pain. Not dull pain. Just pain. The kind that didn't feel like it came from a body, but from something deeper. As if something vast was being forced into something far too small.
For a moment, I couldn't breathe.
Then I realized—I didn't need to.
Air entered my lungs a second later, and with it came sensation. Weight. Temperature. Gravity. The feeling of lying on solid ground.
My eyes opened slowly.
Blue.
That was the first thing I saw. A clear blue sky stretched endlessly above me without a single cloud in sight. The light was warm, natural, and calm. For a few seconds, I simply stared upward, silently processing.
So… this is the world.
I didn't move immediately. There was no reason to rush. My mind was clear, calmer than I expected. Maybe it was shock. Maybe it was the synchronization. Or maybe I had always been like this—someone who accepted things a little too quickly.
After a while, I slowly sat up, my mind filled with foreign memories.
Michael's memories.
It felt like watching a very long movie at high speed. Even this small 5% contained thousands of years of experiences—battlefields, empty skies, silent halls of Heaven, conversations that felt more like commands than words. Most of it was blurry, incomplete, like fragments of a life I hadn't fully lived yet.
The world came into view piece by piece. Dry grass. Small white stones. A few crooked trees growing out of uneven ground. In the distance, low hills stretched across the horizon, and beyond them, faint mountains.
No roads.
No buildings.
No power lines.
No noise.
Ancient. Undoubtedly ancient.
I looked down at my hands. Solid. Human. Normal.
I clenched my fist once, then opened it again.
No pain anymore. No weakness either.
But I could feel it—strength coursing through my body. Not just divine power, but physical strength as well. It was completely different from my previous life.
I felt like those superheroes from comics. Jumping several meters, punching through walls… I was fairly sure I could do something like that now if I tried.
My mind felt sharp, clear. The tree in the distance felt like it was only a thought away from being broken. The feeling was… exhilarating.
But at the same time, I felt something else.
A limit.
A pressure.
As if something inside me was being restrained.
"Restricted…" I muttered quietly, not too surprised. Meg had already warned me.
Almost immediately, the panel appeared in front of me, as if responding to my thoughts.
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║ TEMPLATE SYSTEM ║
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Current Template:
Archangel – Michael
Synchronization Rate:
5%
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Current Power:
Tier 9-C
True Power:
Tier 8-C
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Current Abilities:
• Smite
• Telekinesis
• Perception of Truth
• Dream Walking
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Equipment:
• Michael's Sword (Sealed)
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Notice:
"Divine authority restricted.
Output limited to preserve world stability."
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I stared at the panel for a few seconds, then closed it. Status screens were useful, but staring at numbers wouldn't help me understand this world or integrate into it.
I needed to find a city. Or at least humans. Information was more important than anything else right now.
Just as I was about to stand up, the panel flickered and reappeared on its own. A new line appeared at the bottom.
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System Message — From Meg
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Host, before you begin your life in this world, there are a few things you must understand about power tiers and synchronization that I forgot to mention earlier.
First: Power Tiers
The tier system represents destructive capability and existence level.
Tier 10 – Human
Tier 9 – Superhuman / Street to Building level
Tier 8 – Building to City level
Tier 7 – City to Mountain level
Tier 6 – Island to Continent level
Tier 5 – Planetary level
Tier 4 – Stellar level
Tier 3 – Universal level
Tier 2 – Multiversal level
Tier 1 – Transcendent / Beyond dimensional existence
Your True Power represents your real existence level.
Your Current Power represents what your Divine Body is allowed to release in this world.
This world cannot withstand high-tier power, so please, Host—even if you find a way—do not use it excessively. It will affect the laws of this world, and breaking them too often will not end well for the residents of this world.
Second: Synchronization
Synchronization increases through:
• Time
• Using your abilities
• Understanding supernatural systems
• Acting in accordance with your nature
• Emotional and existential experiences
• Contact with powerful phenomena (immortality, death, souls, magic, etc.)
These are the points I forgot to mention earlier, but it is basically what we discussed—doing God's work, gaining knowledge, and you will be fine.
Important:
Synchronization will increase very slowly.
To give you a reference:
5–10% → Years
10–20% → Decades
20–40% → Centuries
40–60% → Possibly a millennium
60%+ → Extremely difficult
Do not rush.
You have time.
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"Oh God…" was all I could think at that moment. Years, decades, centuries… I knew it wouldn't be easy, but that was a very long time.
I sighed, but I didn't feel discouraged. I was still thinking like a human, but from the perspective of an immortal being… what was a few centuries? Even if I did nothing, synchronization would still slowly increase. That alone made this system worthy of being called a golden finger.
So I didn't dwell on it too much. Instead, I focused on the new sensation in the back of my mind.
Perception of Truth.
I focused slightly, and the world changed.
Not visually. The trees didn't glow, and the sky didn't change color. But information began to appear in my mind automatically, like instincts I had always had but had never noticed before.
The ground beneath me — normal soil, no magic.
The trees — normal plants, no magic.
The air — clean, natural, no supernatural influence.
I could also observe more from the world itself. The tree in front of me—I could almost "hear" it. Not sound, but information. Its age appeared in my mind automatically.
Twenty years.
That was how old it was.
That completely changed how I looked at the world. Everything suddenly felt… readable.
Then, in the next moment, I sensed something else.
An aura of life to the west. Not like the animals around me—different. More chaotic. More complex.
Humans.
I immediately began walking in that direction. Not too fast, not too slow.
After a few minutes, I saw them.
Two men and one woman. They looked disheveled, wearing rough, old clothes. One of the men was holding what I could only describe as a very poorly made knife. All three of them looked at me with vigilance—and a bit of fear.
Strange.
But when I looked down at myself—clean white clothes, clearly high-quality, almost noble-looking—everything became clear.
In this era, social hierarchy was much stricter than in my previous life. Just clothing alone was enough to determine status. From the moment they saw me, they had already placed me above them.
It didn't matter. I just needed information. After that, I would go on my way.
But before I could speak, one of the men opened his mouth and said something.
"***"
I froze.
I didn't understand a single word.