From Hated by All to Creator God

Chunning was an unwanted beta prince of the empire.

Desperate for his father's approval, he worked day and night without ever slacking off.

His only hobby was the immersive game, The Creator God of the Western Fantasy World.

His city-building achievements were the best in the game, and his plans for developing the races were even held up as a textbook example.

But his father's gaze was cold as he warned him:

"Stop dreaming. The throne will never be yours."

Only when the missing crown prince returned did Chunning learn the truth:

He was a "copy" created to make up for the emperor's grief over losing his wife and son.

Standing amid the shards, Chunning asked, his face deathly pale,

"Is this why you turned a blind eye to those things?"

His father had disregarded his ambitions and let unscrupulous alpha nobles

approach him, covet him, and humiliate him.

"You can't be marked anyway."

From that moment on, the cold moon in the sky fell into a dark, desolate mire.

He launched a coup and personally ended the emperor's life.

"The throne is mine. If you won't give it to me... I'll take it myself."

But he never expected it.

His gentle older brother, the crown prince, rushed back just in time, only to give him a hug.

Then a blade pierced his heart.

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"Do we have a deal?"

Two wisps of ghostly fire flickered in the darkness.

"Give me your soul. I can extend your life."

Chunning watched his body grow pale and cold in the crown prince's arms.

He watched the nobles who had survived the disaster.

"I want revenge."

"Deal."

A fantasy race that existed only in the game appeared before him.

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Our god,

our eternal moon, whose brilliance has shone since time immemorial,

why did you abandon your children?

Why did you leave us?

We hate you.

We want to devour your flesh and blood so you can never leave us again...

Look at us. Really look at us.

1. The elf king's expression was cold.

"A god's bodily fluids can save subjects on the brink of death."

"I want your blood."

Chunning: "All right."

He was drained of blood every day, brought to the brink of death, again and again.

2. The sea folk's song sounded like weeping.

"Your divine nature means your life is no longer confined to a physical form."

"As compensation for abandoning us, give us your flesh and blood."

Chunning smiled, utterly unafraid. "All right."

Biting, agony, endless torment.

3. The fierce dragon's golden eyes were intimidating.

"Our race has been abandoned by the gods for millions of years."

"You will pay the price."

Chunning agreed without hesitation. "Fine."

Pain tore through his soul, day and night.

4.

Their god grew paler and weaker, like a moon covered in cracks.

The fantasy races regretted what they had done.

We don't hate you anymore... We love you.

So please, love us too, won't you?

O moon,

look at us. Punish us. Keep your eyes on us.

When Chunning smiled, he looked like a flower that had bloomed to its fullest, only to wither in an instant.

How pitiful... They mistook a madman for a god, and a liar for their last hope.

"You're too late.

You'd better hate me for a thousand, ten thousand years..."

"Otherwise, I'll be jealous. Why should you be the only ones who get to be free?"

"The deal is done. I'm going to get my revenge."

God does not love mankind.

A seemingly aloof beauty who turns villainous and dark bottom x a crazed, dark top

Theme: Strive to create a new life