In the beginning there was perfect silence. The silence unknown to mortal or Gods or immortal or any being, the silence of the will of the overcosmos knowing it's dying .
The overcosmos ; the source from which all other cosmos , universes and beings were born . The laws crumbled . Its ancient will begin to fade , but at the edge of dissolution, that" will" refused to vanish.
So it changed , it mutated to something else .It compressed its light, law, memory, and consciousness into a single, living fragment.
A fragment that thought.
A fragment that remembered.
A fragment that hungered to exist.
And something different a race that never existed was born.... Its name was RAPHAEL...
[System Initialization Complete.]
[Warning: Overcosmic Core Decaying.]
[Directive: Seek Host Compatible with Creation Law.]
But it needed something ,as it couldn't stand on its own. It needed a host to rely on to keep on existing.
Across countless worlds, it searched.
Through gods and monsters, through magi and machines.
[Initiating Host Compatibility Scan...]
[Analyzing Lifeforms Across the Overcosmic Field...]
[Target: Primordial Entities — Compatibility < 0.0001%]
[Target: Supreme Gods — Compatibility < 0.004%]
[Target: Mythic Beasts — Compatibility < 0.008%]
[Target: Mortal Races — Compatibility < 0.02%]
[Conclusion: No viable host detected.]
The newborn system hesitated. Its awareness rippled through collapsing galaxies, searching deeper, farther — beyond fate, beyond reason — until it found something impossible.
A human soul untouched by the laws that bound creation.
[Scanning Subject: Ethan Raphael...]
[Analyzing Soul Resonance...]
[Analyzing Creation Tolerance...]
[Analyzing Existence Stability...]
[Result: Compatibility — 100%.]
The Overcosmic Will — the dying consciousness of everything — fell silent.
Then, for the first time since eternity began, it laughed.
[Host Detected. Initializing Synchronization Protocols.]
[Welcome, Shopkeeper of creations !!!!!]
Immediately, the light of the dying Overcosmos fell like dust across countless realities, slipping through stars, dreams, and broken dimensions… until it landed quietly in a world of magic and beasts.
It was Awakening Day.
Across cities of mana towers and beast arenas, the young gathered beneath glowing sigils to awaken their spirit bonds. Families cheered. Temples roared with chants.
But far from the ceremony — at the edge of an empty street, behind a door no one remembered building — a small shop flickered into existence.
Inside, a young man snored atop a wooden counter.
Shelves lined with dusty relics, half-formed crystals, and cracked beast eggs surrounded him. A "Closed" sign hung crookedly on the door, though the lights inside burned with soft golden runes.
Ethan Raphael — twenty years old, unemployed, and blissfully unaware that the Will of Creation had just moved in — scratched his head in his sleep.
A faint chime echoed through the air.
[Host Synchronization: 99.7%...]
Ethan groaned. "Ugh. Not again… if this is another mana bill dream, I swear—"
[Synchronization Complete.]
[Welcome, Shopkeeper of Creations.]
His eyes opened to a faint glow hovering above his counter. A single, floating cube of light pulsed in front of him, whispering in a voice that was neither machine nor god.
"...Shopkeeper of what now?" he muttered.
[Initializing Workspace.]
The shelves shook. The cracked eggs mended themselves. Crystals hummed softly. And for a moment, the small shop seemed to breathe as if the whole cosmos had decided to take a nap with him.
Ethan blinked, still half-asleep. "...Right. Definitely not dreaming."
He rubbed his face, stared at the glowing cube again, and sighed.
"If this thing starts asking for rent, I'm throwing it out the window."
[System Initialization Complete.]
"Ugh… am I hallucinating from lack of breakfast again?"
[No. You are the designated Host.]
"Host of what, exactly?"
[System functions classified. Access locked until synchronization stabilizes.]
Ethan frowned. "You sound like my landlord."
[Clarification: I am not your landlord.]
"You sure? Because both of you like saying things I don't understand."
The shop hummed softly, faint light pulsing across its shelves. For some reason, the world outside seemed distant — almost unaware the shop even existed.
[Welcome, Shopkeeper of Creations.]
"..why do you keep saying that, dude .."
Ethan was confused as this thing just came from nowhere and started rambling things he didn't quite understand.
"So what do you want from me " Ethan asked looking annoyed .
[Welcome, Shopkeeper of Creations.]
"...Why do you keep saying that, bruh?" Ethan groaned, sitting up.
[Acknowledged. Repetition suppressed.]
"Thanks." He said sarcastically, rubbing his eyes. "So, what even are you? And why do I suddenly feel like I swallowed a thunderstorm?"
[Directive: Impart Basic System Functions.]
"Huh?"
[Please remain still, Host.]
"Wait—what are you"
Before he could finish, a surge of warmth shot through his mind. Symbols, formulas, and strange runes he'd never seen before spun behind his eyes. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing synced with something larger — like the rhythm of the shop itself.
The flood stopped as quickly as it started. Ethan gasped, gripping the counter.
"The hell was that?"
[Basic operational knowledge transferred. Partial system functions now accessible.]
"Partial?"
[Affirmative. Full access requires Host evolution and stability. Unauthorized information may cause cognitive collapse.]
"...So basically, I got the demo version."
[Approximate interpretation: Correct.]
Ethan leaned back, groaning. "Great. I wake up, nearly get my brain fried, and find out I'm running a shop for what, exactly?"
[Function Overview:]
— Shop Interface: Active
— Creation Slot: Locked
— Material Storage: Locked
— Customer Access: Pending
[Note: System will gradually synchronize with Host soul to unlock functions safely.]
Ethan stared at the floating list, unimpressed. "So, you're saying I own a store that doesn't sell anything yet."
[Affirmative.]
Ethan stared at the glowing cube in silence, trying to decide if he should scream, sleep, or start charging it rent.
Then, from beyond the walls of the shop, the world roared.
Cheers. Cries. Explosions of light. The sharp ringing of bells that shook the streets.
Somewhere, someone shouted, "I awakened fire affinity!"
Another voice cried, "A divine-grade beast spirit! I did it!"
And farther away — the sound of someone sobbing. Not all awakenings went well.
The entire city trembled under the noise of Awakening Day, the annual moment when every youth above sixteen faced the Wheel of Fate to determine their path — magician, tamer, swordsman, or servant of none.
Mana danced in the skies like ribbons of starlight, and thousands of young hearts beat in hope or despair.
Inside his dimly lit shop, Ethan leaned against the counter and listened to the world's jubilation.
"Awakening Day, huh?" He sighed. "Guess everyone's getting shiny new powers today."
[Correction: Host has also awakened.]
Ethan blinked. "Wait, what?"
[Status: Awakened as Shopkeeper of Creations. Classification: Undefined.]
"Undefined doesn't sound good."
[Definition protocols unavailable at current access level.]
"Of course they're not." Ethan exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Everyone out there's bonding with spirit beasts or unlocking fireballs… and I got a glowing cube with commitment issues."
[Inaccurate. System is fully committed.]
"That's somehow worse," he growled