In the beginning, there was chaos.
Not the screaming, explosive kind. No — this chaos was elegant. Timeless. A space where fire burned without fuel, water drowned without weight, earth crushed without form, and wind sliced without air.
And then… it waited.
For eons, this swirling paradox of creation and destruction spun in perfect, eternal balance. Until one day — the space became aware.
It didn't have a name. It didn't need one. But it was alive, and it was… curious.
It watched stars form and collapse. Universes bloom and vanish. It played with reality like a child plays with sand.
But curiosity faded.
After watching everything, doing everything, being everything — it got bored.
Painfully, cosmically, impossibly bored.
It had simulated every possibility. Crafted every soul. Solved every mystery. And yet, there was still nothing that surprised it.
Until a thought struck.
"What if… I created something even I couldn't predict?"
That changed everything.
It built a world — a vibrant mess of magic, monsters, kingdoms, wars, and wonders. A place where destiny tangled like string and logic politely excused itself.
But there was a problem.
The world was ready, but the soul wasn't.
Every soul it made was too perfect. Too expected. Even rebellion, when scripted, is boring.
So it did what any sensible cosmic entity would do…
It outsourced.
It gazed into a lower world. A world of chaos and confusion. Of memes and microwave noodles. Of bad life choices and worse fanfiction.
Earth.
And then it summoned its most faithful instrument. The bringer of new lives. The harbinger of destiny.
Truck-kun.
"Sorry, random pedestrian. Hope you are an orphan."
Spoiler: He had parents.