Becoming a Creator in a Holographic Game

In an era when magic and fighting aura are gone, and elves, dragons, wingfolk, dwarves, merfolk, and other races have lost their innate powers, a full-dive game called Origin suddenly appeared.

"Come play the game. I can help you reclaim your origins." That was the slogan for Origin.

That slogan drove the various races, who had been without their powers for years and spent every day fighting off foreign invaders, into a frenzy. They rushed into the game to search for their origins. At first, some races refused to believe it, until they saw...

Beastfolk soldiers suddenly transformed their arms into beasts as they faced the insectoid race, tearing their bodies apart.

When dragon soldiers were surrounded by insectoids and on the brink of disaster, a single breath of dragonfire broke through the encirclement.

The skeptical races were won over and scrambled to get into the game.

Pei Yun happened to transmigrate into the game, where he met all these people desperately searching for their origins.

As the game's creator, Pei Yun had no idea his game had this kind of function. Curious, he decided to "play" alongside them.

And so, as these elves, dragons, dwarves, and wingfolk fought monsters, completed quests, and leveled up their origins, they came to understand just how much the heavens favored Pei Yun.

They worked so hard to beg a haughty elf for a single fruit, while Pei Yun was invited inside and given a whole basket to eat.

They worked themselves to the bone fighting monsters to level up, while Pei Yun lounged on a monster's belly, cuddling a baby monster as he watched them toil.

They begged the dwarves until their mouths went dry to forge weapons, while Pei Yun's dwarves had given him so many weapons that he was running out of room.

They'd seen so many things like this and grown thoroughly envious. In the end, they could even watch Pei Yun enjoy himself with equanimity while they honestly fought monsters and leveled up their origins.

Until one day, the game's proud and reserved supreme god descended from the heavens and knelt in the muddy earth he would never usually deign to touch. In a cloying, fervent voice, he called Pei Yun his Creator. All the races' doubts vanished at once.

God: My Lord, I've missed you so much.

Pei Yun: Don't you still have another body to keep you company?

God: It's not enough. That isn't you. Now that you've come to this world, that body is just an empty shell to me. It can't ease my longing for you at all.

The god knelt at Pei Yun's feet, resting his head on Pei Yun's legs. He let Pei Yun stroke the most sensitive feathers on his back, his eyes full of heat and desire.

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Next up: [I Just Want to Lie Flat in Peace]:

Chen You never expected to transmigrate into this world again, where the plants and animals were many times larger than people.

Unlike in his previous life, this time Chen You became a beast tamer who could control fish but had no combat ability on land.

He was at a loss. After working so hard in his previous life, he figured he would focus on his health and live in peace this time. Instead, a boy with purple snake eyes latched onto him.

In a secret realm, Chen You lay on the belly of a huge fish in the river, hoping to sleep through his stay. The boy sent a giant snake to swallow the fish, then followed after him.

For a sect mission, Chen You hid inside a fish's belly, planning to coast to victory. The boy ripped open the fish with his bare hands, pulled him out, and followed him.

Under the boy's nearly tangible gaze, Chen You nervously joined the tournament and scavenged for supplies in the secret realm.

But because his combat ability on land was so poor, he ranked last in the sect tournament and scavenging contest, and the other disciples mocked him mercilessly.

During that time, rumors spread throughout the sect that he was a "weakling." Even the dog at the sect gate knew about it.

Chen You didn't care much. But the boy, who had silently followed him everywhere from the beginning, finally spoke: "You can control snakes. Why don't you use that ability?"

Chen You didn't answer.

A sect disciple happened to pass by and sneered at the boy's suggestion, his expression full of scorn. "Control snakes? What do you think he is, some once-in-a-millennium genius who can control two kinds of animals?"

Then, as if afraid Chen You might infect him with his uselessness, he turned and hurried away.

Later, the plants and animals fell into chaos. Giant beasts went berserk, their eyes blood-red, while enormous plants tried to turn everything they saw into nourishment.

The sect disciples traveling outside were all trapped. Just as they thought they were about to die, they saw a massive swarm of snakes surging toward them. In the middle of the snakes, Chen You rode a purple serpent as tall as the sky, crushing every obstacle in his path as he rushed to their rescue.

The sect disciples were moved to tears. They slapped themselves again and again, overwhelmed with regret for what they'd said.

Once, Chen You got fed up with the snake-eyed boy following him. "Can't you stay farther away from me?"

The boy shook his head. Seeing that Chen You looked ready to throw him somewhere far away, he added, "If you need anything, you can give me a direct order."

Chen You: "What?"

The boy lowered his eyes, looking especially obedient. "I'm your beast. You can do whatever you want with me."

Chen You wasn't fooled by his appearance. "What are you really after?"

The boy tilted his head and looked at Chen You with a gaze that was both cold and clinging. "I only hope you'll return to the pinnacle. That's all."

Coming soon: [I Am the Child-Giving Guanyin]:

There are four broad categories of superpowers: enhancement, the five elements, transformation, and fantasy. Of all the superpowers, fantasy types are the rarest and weakest. --As recounted by students at the various colleges for superpowered individuals

When Chen Zhaori woke up one day, he discovered that the world around him had changed completely. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was diagnosed with a superpower and assigned to the weakest class, according to the students at the college for superpowered individuals.

At the college, "fantasy type" was another way of saying that nobody could figure out what kind of superpower you had.

During group monster-hunting class, Chen Zhaori was mocked for being unable to use his power. During superpower demonstration class, he was ridiculed and told he might as well be an ordinary person. At the all-school superpower tournament, Chen Zhaori's fantasy class forfeited as a group, sending the mockery of superpowered students to its peak.

Then, during a massive monster invasion, the school's teachers and students were all sent away. The city fell, and the fantasy class, left behind to defend the school, stepped forward.

Chen Zhaori, mocked as a "white lotus saint," looked at the wave of monsters and demons rushing toward him. He closed his eyes and lightly tapped his foot. Every monster and demon of the next generation died on the spot.

The long-haired man mocked as a "bookworm" took out the book he treasured most and swept his brush across it. Swathes of monsters and demons vanished into dust.

The man mocked as a "blind man" removed his sunglasses. His snake eyes swept over the creatures, turning them to stone and leaving them unable to move.

The pair mocked as a "drum fanatic" and a "narcissist" took out their linked drum and two mirrors. Lightning and thunder filled the sky, blasting the monsters and demons to pieces.

Just these five killed every one of the tens of millions of monsters and demons outside the city. From then on, no one dared say that fantasy-type superpowered individuals were useless, and no one dared laugh at them.

Theme: Don't take the things you're born with for granted. You shouldn't have to lose them to learn to treasure them