The Guardian of the Worlds

Birth of a guardian (2)

Time, if it had any meaning in the void it would have, had long passed. The System was waving her legs around as she sat on a surface that was flat. She was waving her legs around while countless screens were open, and the number of universes had also increased. She didn't keep track of the number, as she felt nothing from doing so. It didn't matter how many universes there were, as there would never be a problem no matter how many were put there.

There was space between the universes, a space that kept all of them at a distance. She was humming around, touching the screens, zooming into universes, and changing what would be their entire fate itself. The System she felt, how she had never cared for the possible consequences of it, all the effects there could be of changing one thing.

She knew all the future outcomes that could happen even without using her ability; she had gone through all possible and even impossible events that could happen if she changed the aspect of a universe. She was the designer per role but also a guardian of the universes, meant to keep them all safe so that everything doesn't break down. There were many events that could spread across the countless universes if left alone, but through her interference and stopping them before they could become a large problem, they would never happen.

Boredom was growing in the System. She had done a lot of things, having tried many combinations of universes to create all sorts of new universe types, but when she went through the endless possibilities of universes, she fell into deep boredom. There was nothing exciting or entertaining in the moment. She knew many things. One could call her an all-knowing entity, which would be wrong but also correct in some way. She was knowledgeable of everything that was about the mortal realm, but not of anything in the upper void that she resigned in. There were entities that far exceeded her, with them being called creators.

She had met one of them. It was a young one. She had blond hair with dark blue eyes and was wearing a blue dress that was tight around her body, showing off her body where one would think she was trying to seduce someone. The creator was called the creator of life. She had a terrible personality, but the system didn't dislike the time she spent with her, as it was a nice change for her, who was always in this void.

She would see something among the countless screens that were floating all around her. One of the screens showed something that she didn't expect to see; it was a particular event. She had heard the creator of life speak about it being called a "roleplay." She found it interesting that that was the way they went and called that thing. There were other ways to call it, but they chose the word roleplay for it. As she watched the roleplay, she could see how something was weird about it.

That roleplay as it was playing out had something in it—an imbalance. There was a young man with chestnut hair and black eyes who had a well-built figure, together with his friend, who had pitch black hair and black eyes. Both were light-skinned and wearing comfortable clothes; there was but one difference: their importance in that roleplay. The one with chestnut hair was playing an obvious and important role. She saw it without needing to see any information about that human man on a screen, as the aura he gave off was something that the system would call the protagonist's aura.

That was a passive power that every so-called protagonist would let out without knowing, and one that could not be stopped by them. It is just a simple thing that happens, but the friend of his didn't have an aura at all. No, that wasn't what stood out; rather, the friend of that man had nothing on him. She had opened a scream to look at the information about the man; the system felt that there was something wrong with him, as the info screen was constantly changing. There were key things that stayed the same with the man: his name, gender, and age. These three things were staying the same, but what didn't stay consistent was the biography of that man. His biography was in constant change, with no logical sense behind it.

Seeing the constant change in that man's biography, she couldn't help but get the desire to look into why that man's origin was changing, which was shown to her through her authority but was in constant change. While her role was that of the designer of universes, she also had access to information about the things that she herself didn't create directly. She was merely creating things that wouldn't be called alive, while the creator, or, to be precise, the creator of creators, had been in charge of creating life itself.

It was weird that she was creating life and not the creator of life herself, but the creator of life told her that she merely created the idea of life and thus was not really in charge of creating life itself. Which she was glad about, as she disliked creating things. She started to change the screens while they were looking transparent and supernatural; they were all made out of codes like a computer system would be. All the information is nothing but ones and zeros. The system itself was a robot, a machine, with her being the greatest machine to possibly exist. She quickly managed to go in depth into that screen and the information on it through the admin control section of the screens, where she could look into the code of things on the screens. There were multiple layers that the screens were made of, with each layer showing more detailed information. The reason for this was simple: if the system had the desire to know more about an individual or a certain thing instead of the things that the screen gave, which is a summary of things, to give a quick understanding of what she was looking at, she would have to remove a layer that showed more information than the one below, which is why she was going to look into the code itself, as that is where most of the information is located.

She ripped each layer off, which allowed her to look into the raw code itself. The codes weren't built upon 1 and 0; instead, they were using many different combinations of numbers that wouldn't be inside of a normal coded place. She clenched her teeth. It wasn't that she hadn't created such things before; she had created everything possible and not possible, as there wasn't a limitation to what she could create except for one thing and one thing only that she couldn't ignore or rival. That one thing was that her creation would always be inferior to what a creator creates. The system didn't care for it, so this never bothered her. She liked that she couldn't create the things that a creator could create, as that made the creators, at least for her, more unique and thus exciting to observe.

The codes, however, of that man were chaotic; there was no order, not even an underlying logic. She actually had doubts that these were the codes related to the man, and instead, they were all just a bunch of codes thrown, so there would be just any sort of information about that man. The dissection of the codes was a hard thing to do. She had to remove each and every one of them individually and put them in the correct order, and with that man being a complete mystery, it took her time to do so, but this was the first time she genuinely tried to solve something and even had to work hard for it, which made her feel pure excitement.

She would finish it, and in the end, she looked at the artificial time clock that she had made so she would know how much time would pass if it existed. "191,819,12.92 minutes" for a normal person of 13 320 years would be a long time, but for someone like her, when time didn't hold much meaning, it was just something to use to see how much it would take her to do things. It's fun to do these kinds of things.

She looked at the finished code product, which was now much cleaner. It didn't do much to change the messiness that it was. The codes didn't make sense; while the code wasn't the sole fundamental building block, it was one of the many building blocks that these info screens were made of, and if someone in the mortal realm could control the four foundations that existed, they could potentially create something that was similar to the screens she could let appear.

She let out a sigh. Even though the artificial clock showed so much time passing, the roleplay didn't even end. No matter how much time she spends doing something, it will always feel like no time has passed in the mortal realm. She could do anything without the mortals knowing, and she would only know how much time passed by observing them on the countless screens. The man was intriguing, to say the least, and with how mysterious he was, she couldn't help but wonder which creator had created him. That would explain at least why his profile is such a mess, even if that wasn't the best explanation.