For billions of years, I lived as a god. The Supreme God, to be exact. My name? Haider. A name that once belonged to an ordinary engineering student, a writer who spent his days creating stories about powerful beings, vast cultivation worlds, and the unbreakable will of those who sought supremacy.

  I never imagined that one day, I would become a god myself.

  It happened after my death. A pathetic, mundane end. The details are trivial now—perhaps I was hit by a truck like those isekai protagonists, or maybe I simply slipped and cracked my head open like a fool. Either way, my story should have ended there. But it didn’t.

  Instead, I opened my eyes in a world beyond comprehension, standing before three divine figures—Aria, Althara, and Kara. They were my own creations, the supreme goddesses I had once written about in my stories.

  And they welcomed me. As their husband.

  Aria, the Supreme Entity, the one who exists beyond all existence, the creator of all things, told me she had reincarnated me as a god. Althara, the Abyss of Erasure, the one who governs the void, declared that no harm would ever come to me under her watch. And Kara, the Incarnation of the System, the very foundation of reality, ensured that I would have dominion over all things within the framework of existence.

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  For billions of years, I lived alongside them, ruling over countless worlds, observing civilizations rise and fall, watching as stars were born and faded into the abyss. I was omnipotent. I was infinite.

  And I was bored.

  Yes, bored.

  There was no challenge, no struggle, no thrill of overcoming hardship. I had everything, and because of that, I had nothing to strive for.

  That’s when the idea struck me.

  I wanted to live again—not as an untouchable god, but as a mortal. I wanted to experience growth, to start from nothing and claw my way back to the top like those protagonists in the Chinese cultivation novels I used to read. To feel the joy of surpassing my limits, the struggle of fighting against fate, the thrill of standing against overwhelming odds.

  So, I told them.

  Aria was amused, but she didn’t object. Althara, ever the overprotective one, immediately declared that she would erase any being that dared to threaten me, ensuring my absolute safety. But I refused.

  “If I’m going to do this, then I want to do it properly,” I said. “No interference. No divine protection. No reality-warping cheats.”

  Althara frowned. “Even if you suffer? Even if you die?”

  I grinned. “That’s what makes it fun.”

  She sighed but relented.

  Then Kara spoke up. “If you wish to experience growth while still keeping the essence of your divine self hidden, then I can create a system for you. It won’t grant you overwhelming power, but it will guide you, provide opportunities, and ensure that your progression remains within the laws of cultivation.”

  A system? Like in those novels?

  I liked the sound of that.

  “Fine,” I said. “Do it.”

  And so, my journey began.

  I would descend into a cultivation world of Kara’s design—one where powerful sects ruled, where ancient legacies lay hidden, and where the path of immortality was paved with blood. I would be reborn as a nobody, with no memory of my past life, no divine privileges, and no one to rely on but myself.

  My journey to become the Heavenly King would begin anew, from he very bottom.

  And this time, I would earn it.