Lin Yuan died suddenly.
Working 996, being manipulated, having his achievements stolen by his boss: he’d spent his whole life like a cog in a machine.
When he opened his eyes again, he was an F-rank worthless servant in a wizarding world.
He couldn’t even get enough to eat, and now he was about to be executed.
As he teetered on the brink of death, a broken badge fused with his body.
[Devouring Creation System activated.]
He devoured a poisonous berry and unlocked his first clay magic worm.
“From now on, your name is Nini.”
He devoured a bug king, and Nini evolved into a red-earth magic worm, doubling the herb garden’s output.
He devoured a bottle of potion and created Silverglow, a sniffing beetle that could precisely analyze even the ingredients of potions.
While others used alchemy to make puppets, he created living things.
They could feel pain, cry, take a blow for him, and call him Daddy.
Alchemists would accuse him of violating the laws of nature.
He put his “alchemical creations” on stage and had them talk freely with the audience.
The entire crowd fell silent.
“Can your golems do that?”
Later, he created the miner mole Drill, the iron-armored centipede Steel Fang, the sentinel spider Web Weaver...
And Little Zhi, a knowledge sprite who called him “Daddy.”
Later still, he created a world.
Elves built city-states on the land he had made, while dragons soared beneath the sky he protected.
The entire multiverse called him the “True God of Creation.”
Only his followers still remembered:
He had once been just a man who wanted a home.
It began with devouring potions and ended with creating a world.
But the greatest creation was never the world.
