I was born with no name.
No class. No race. No destiny.
Just… a line of code in a world full of chosen ones.
They called it the Origin Glitch—when a player spawns without parameters. An accident. An error.
Me?
I called it freedom.
The others laughed at me in the Temple of Beginnings. They flexed their starting stats. They rolled for blessings. I had no interface. No numbers. Not even health.
"Trash file," one of them muttered.
I left before I learned their names.
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My first death came quick.
A goblin stabbed me while I was trying to eat moss. I felt the blade. Felt the pain. Felt the cold.
But I didn't die.
> [Error: Entity Cannot Be Deleted.]
I stood up.
And I remembered something I didn't know I knew.
A word.
A truth.
> [Root Access Granted.]
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The world… slowed.
I saw numbers in the trees.
Heard the heartbeat of the sky.
Felt the language behind fire.
And I spoke for the first time.
> "Recompile."
The goblin screamed as it dissolved into light. Not death. Not XP.
Just… gone.
And I kept walking.
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I didn't fight for glory. Or loot. Or fame.
I walked because I was looking for something.
I didn't know what.
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I found a village. Small. Broken. Burned.
No one alive.
Except a child, hiding beneath a cart wheel. She didn't scream when I approached. Just stared.
"You're not human," she said.
"No," I replied.
She touched my hand.
"But you feel… kind."
I stayed.
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She never asked what I was. She named me Eon. Said it meant "forever," and that I looked like someone who didn't know how to stop.
She taught me how to laugh.
And when monsters came again, she screamed my name—not because she believed I'd win, but because she didn't want to die alone.
I didn't even hesitate.
> [Command Accepted: Define Win Condition – "Protect."]
And for the first time, the world obeyed me.
The sky cracked.
The monsters blinked out of time.
And she lived.
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They began whispering my name.
Not Eon.
Not Error.
But God.
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God of wind. God of war. God of mercy. God of nothingness.
They didn't know what I was.
And truthfully, neither did I.
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I climbed the Tower of Realms.
Each floor had a god.
Some were arrogant.
Some were broken.
One was crying.
None could see what I saw.
They saw power as a crown.
I saw it as a question.
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On Floor 100, the sky opened.
And the Admin spoke.
"You are not supposed to exist."
"I know," I replied.
"Yet you overrule every law."
"I never asked for this."
"But you chose to keep going."
I looked back at the child—now grown, now older, now standing behind me with tears in her eyes.
"I didn't walk to become a god," I said.
"I walked to become enough."
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> [Final Access Unlocked: Command – EVERYTHING]
The Admin raised its hand.
I raised mine.
Ours looked the same.
Because we were never enemies.
Just two versions of control.
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I turned away from the throne.
And offered it to the girl.
"You were the only one who saw me as real," I said.
"You should decide what comes next."
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She looked at me—still afraid, still human.
Then she smiled.
And made the world beautiful.
Not perfect. Not fair.
Just better.
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And me?
I kept walking.
No class. No stats. No limits.
Just a name:
> Eon. The God of Everything.
Who chose to be human instead.