The weak creator and a false god

After Genshi and Delaney left the cozy cottage, two individuals tunneled deep underground — not to hide, but to reach the stars.

“Hmm~ pretty good, isn’t it?” she asked.

“The planetarium…” he replied with a trace of formality, handing her an ice cream.

Antonio Solvain, director of a research team, global threat to the government, and favored companion of Kagetsu Ayamei, was now enslaved — not by chains of steel, but by the whims of a devious girl who delighted in using him for errands and indulgences.

“Aren’t you grateful, Director? You’re the first to experience this new posh room.” She was referring to the underground planetarium she had built only days ago, and she bragged about it with unconcealed pride.

“It’s quite a sight indeed,” Antonio admitted. “But shouldn’t you be worried about other issues instead of gazing at galaxies?”

“How elegant… I wonder who created such marvelous entities.” Kagetsu was lost in the stars, her gaze distant. Antonio made a subtle attempt to leave, but she playfully pulled him back into his seat.

“Now, now, I know what you’re implying.” She set him down again and pressed a plate of mochi into his hands.

“I have a theory,” she continued. “About how these powers exist. From what I’ve observed, the powers are derived from a person’s greatest interest. For example — you, with your relentless search for the essence of flame… and Genshi, with his idealistic drive to earn the title of a perfect magician. That might have given him the ability to phase, to hide and play tricks in plain sight.” She ended with a smug smile, clearly tempting him to react to her clever deduction.

“I see,” Antonio said. “That’s a very plausible explanation. But why would such a supernatural rule exist? It doesn’t look like it can be explained logically — or it's the product of something else entirely.”

“Yes, I beleive so too,” Kagetsu agreed. “But I wonder… just how complex and limitless a power could be obtained?”

That question had no comforting answer. By the laws of the universe, there was no reason for these powers to exist — unless one considered to add a law as such:

'The power shall be granted to the will that craves it most.'

It was a statement Genshi himself had carved alongside other universal laws. And now, this rule was finally beginning to surface, revealing itself as more powers emerged across the world.

Antonio’s expression turned grim. “So… does that mean—”

“If my theory is correct,” Kagetsu interrupted, “potentially a chaos could be unleashed — whose magnitude, range, and effect will be limited only by that human's imagination.”

Antonio’s voice was tight with concern. “If someone were to crave a power as fundamental as, say, the electrostatic force… they could tear the entire universe apart.”

“Now, now~ why sweat it? Hahaha!” Kagetsu caressed his hair, then pointed to the projection above them.

“That’s only assuming my theory is correct. And if it’s not, then we can only assume there’s an extraordinary being granting these abilities for their own amusement… watching over us, like we watch a film.” She giggled mischievously at the thought, treating a life-threatening matter as if it were a comedy.

That afternoon, Genshi returned home, exhausted. He collapsed on his bed, closed his eyes, and tried to meditate. But no matter how hard he focused, vague, unsettling memories of his transportation into this world, kept replaying in his mind.

“Hey, Spectator,” he suddenly said, speaking to me. “If you’re watching… let me ask you something.”

He raised his hand and dropped it onto his forehead, chuckling. “What’s the strongest ability in all existence?”

He smirked at his own question. “Tough one, right? The absolute power that nothing can surpass? I’d pick being the Spectator! Hahahah! I’d be untouchable — a being outside of the world. That’s an ability no one inside could ever reach. It’s like a person watching the world’s best assassins clash — they’re the absolute. Sure, if they were pulled into the fight, they’d be obliterated instantly, but that’s not the point. The point is… Spectator is unreachable, no matter what power you hold. You’re trapped in that world, and they’re not.”

God, why am I stuck with him? No I'm asking the creator of this stupid creator that's yapping.

“Of course,” he went on, “I’m not dumb enough to throw out a vague question like that without some structure. If I told you that you could pick any power you could define properly, what would you choose?”

Hold up. Let me think. Regeneration? Immortality? Reality bending? …Okay, my bet’s on time manipulation! Come on — nothing works if you’re the one controlling whether events even proceed! You could go back, forward, pause—

“Great catch! My question was for stupid people who thought of a power as the answer, The question is not presented in a proper way.” Genshi said, cutting me off. “The correct way to frame is in two categories: potentially and realistically."

“Potentially: you and your opponent face off instantly, like a video game in a closed arena. Realistically: you’re both born into the same world, live your lives for years, and then meet in a real fight. Hey, you're smart, let's hang out when I come back—"

You lazy isolated neet who couldn't even run a simulation is the real idiot. Only a lifeless brat like you can think of such terms before answering that stupid question. Plus who would hang out with you! And the audacity to even think no other answer is right! wish you could hear me, I'd haunt your life out of this world!!

“Ok, so back to topic, Potentially… time manipulation beats everything. The only factor separating you from your opponent is time itself. Send them to a different era and the fight ends instantly.”

Not surprising — I got one part of the crazy question right.

“And realistically,” he continued, “it’s not hard to grasp. It’s a power that gets nerfed in every game and story: the ability to copy. You take all your opponent’s powers and mirror them. Mastered over time, nothing surpasses it. Of course, used poorly, it’s worthless...that's why it fails potentially, where you're up against a person who knows their power like the back of their hand, while you begin to imitate, suffering instant defeat."

I had to admit — he wasn’t wrong. Copying was overpowered. And that is why Genshi had no intention of letting it be nerfed in his world.

“I was so confident in my answer,” he said, “that I entered this world planning to wield it as my only advantage as the Creator and also become the god — to carry it to the end of life.”

But something had gone wrong.

“For some reason, I couldn’t obtain the ability to copy,” he said quietly. “I’m the only one who knew it existed. It should have been mine. But… the simulation denied me. Someone else has it.”

His voice dropped further, not with anger or fear, but with a trembling excitement. “How did they outclass me?”

His eyes burned. “I’ll find them. I’ll learn how a mere set of code surpassed my will to hold the ultimate power. And then… I’ll take it from them, by any means necessary. If they kill me, I’ll come back, again and again, until I understand that error. Because that’s all I need to know — even if I never have the strength to kill them.”

His breathing turned unstable as every trace of humanity drained from him in that moment. His fingers dug into his own flesh and bones, to squeeze his wildly beating heart down, to control his excitement. And let out a sadistic laugh ignoring my chance of existence. The sight was… disturbing.

“For I, the Creator, can always surpass the god of this farce simulation,” he declared.

The day Genshi discovers why he was denied the godly power will be the day he becomes a legend in his true world — and the destroyer of mine. If that day comes, every form of life here, including me, will end.

Am I supposed to wish for my survival and root for the person who held your power to became a false god of this universe?

Or the creator whose real name I'm untold of… in what light should I follow you...Arisawa Genshi-kun?