The three-day countdown in the Heavenly Palace had reached its final hour. To the trillions of celestial beings inhabiting the upper multiverses, it felt like the end of an era. The Creator was leaving his throne.
Sakura, draped in his Omni-King regalia, stood at the precipice of the Celestial Balcony. Behind him, his two chosen shadows waited in silence.
Reil was practically vibrating, her massive silver tail swishing with enough force to create sonic booms. Her tight leather bodice strained visibly as she took deep, excited breaths, her golden wolf-eyes locked onto Sakura's back.
Gaia stood with a more refined, heavy grace. As the leader of the Guardians, she carried a divine logbook bound in Yggdrasil bark. Her emerald gown, with its daring slits, billowed in the cosmic wind, revealing the endless, milky-white curve of her legs. She leaned in close to Sakura, her lush assets nearly brushing his shoulder.
"The coordinates are set, My Lord," Gaia whispered, her voice like honey. "The 'Dead Man's Barrens' in the mortal realm. A place where nothing has grown for ten thousand years. It shall be the perfect canvas for your garden."
Sakura nodded, his cosmic violet eyes reflecting the distant stars. 'I just want to plant some cabbage where no one will find me.'
"Let's go."
They passed the Divine Hall Zeno contemplating on how he could enjoy all of this isn't it better he stays but he quickly removes the idea .
As Zeno stepped out of the Divine Hall, the sheer scale of his own creation laid itself bare before him. It wasn't just a sky—it was a shimmering, endless ocean of Infinite Multiverses. Each "bubble" in the cosmic sea contained trillions of lives, galaxies, and stories he had penned in his lonely Tokyo apartment.
For a split second, Sakura faltered.
The Divine Hall was perfect. The air tasted of ambrosia, the temperature was a constant, soothing warmth, and he had a harem of goddesses who would burn worlds just to see him smile. 'Is it really better to leave this?' he wondered, his gaze lingering on the majestic pillars of the palace that had become his home. 'I could stay here forever. No cancer. No fake mother. Just... eternal peace.'
But then, he remembered the itch. The itch of a writer who couldn't stand a story being left unfinished. If he stayed in the palace, he was just a statue. If he went down, he was a character.
'No,' he thought, hardening his resolve. 'I didn't come here to be a prisoner of my own throne.'
He waved a hand, and the infinite sea of universes began to spin. "There," he whispered.
One specific "bubble" drifted forward, glowing with a familiar, nostalgic light. The Cardinal World. The "Root" of his first major series. The world where heroes were currently being summoned, demon kings were rising, and the "System" was just beginning to wake up.
"The Cardinal World, My Lord?" Gaia asked, her emerald gown fluttering in the interdimensional wind, revealing the stunning length of her silken legs. She stepped closer, her ample chest nearly pressing against his arm as she consulted her logbook. "A chaotic choice. The laws there are... fragile. Your very breath could unbalance the local mana veins."
Reil let out a low, predatory growl of excitement. Her silver tail thrashed, hitting the divine floor with the sound of a whip. "Fragile is good! It means the prey there will break easily if they dare look at you, Master!"
"We're not there to break anyone, Reil," Zeno sighed, looking at his 0.00001% suppressed stats. "We're going to farm. Gaia, stabilize the transit. I don't want to accidentally erase a galaxy on the way down." Zeno spoke knowing the being here their power will be incredibly vast".
Gaia was a little worried but zeno comforter her
We're not there to break anyone, Reil," Zeno sighed, looking at his 0.00001% suppressed stats. "We're going to farm. Gaia, stabilize the transit. I don't want to accidentally erase a galaxy on the way down."
"As you command, My Lord," Gaia purred. She raised her hand, and the earth-elemental mana of a billion worlds coalesced into a protective shroud around the trio.
As his foot touched the void, a staircase of shattered reality formed beneath him. Behind him, Reil let out a howl that echoed through the dimensions, and Gaia followed with a serene smile, her presence stabilizing the surrounding space.
In the mortal world below, the inhabitants of the Aurelius Empire looked up in terror.
The sky—which should have been a clear afternoon blue—suddenly cracked like glass. A massive, golden pillar of light pierced the atmosphere, originating from a point that no telescope could reach.
As he descends, the clouds over the entire continent part in a perfect circle, revealing a sky so blue it looks fake.
The "System" Scream: Every "Hero," "Demon King," and "Sage" in the mortal world suddenly feels a cold sweat. Their System Notifications start glitching out:
[WARNING: AN UNKNOWN ENTITY HAS ENTERED THE LOWER REALM]
[ERROR: ANALYSING POWER LEVEL...]
[RESULT: ∞ (CALCULATION TERMINATED)]
Zeno chooses a place far from the empires—a place known as the "Dead Man's Barrens" because the soil is cursed and nothing grows.
The moment Zeno's boot touches the grey, dead dirt, a pulse of life ripples out for 100 miles. The "curse" on the land doesn't just break; it is erased from history.
In seconds, the grey dust turns into rich, black, God-tier soil. Dead trees turn into lush oaks.
Zeno looks at his hands, then at the beautiful forest he accidentally created just by standing there. He sighs. "I just wanted a quiet plot of land... I haven't even started farming and the ecosystem is already ruined."
Reil and Gaia landed behind him.
Reil shrinks into a silver-furred wolf the size of a large dog, but her eyes still glow with the authority of a Beast God.
Gaia changes her divine armor into a simple linen dress, but the ground literally rises to meet her feet so she never has to touch common mud.
Zeno looks at the horizon and speaks "Alright. No more 'Omni King talk. From now on, I'm just Sakura, the farmer. Reil, stop looking at that mountain like you want to eat it. Gaia, stop making the grass sing. We're being low-key."
He has to sit Reil and Gaia down and explain "The Mortal Protocol."rm
Rule 1: No erasing cities if someone is rude to me o
Rule 2: Reil has to stay in a "smaller" wolf form (though she's still probably the scariest thing on the planet).
Rule 3: They have to call him "Boss" or "Master" or "Zeno "instead of "Omni King" in public.
They nod there heads understanding
Zeno stood in the center of the newly birthed paradise, looking at the distant spires of a mortal city on the horizon.
"Status," he muttered.
[LOCATION: CARDINAL WORLD - REGION: AURELUS]
[LOCAL SYSTEM STATUS: PANICKING]
[WARNING: THE 'AUTHOR' HAS ENTERED THE NARRATIVE]
"Alright," Zeno said, looking at Reil and Gaia, who were already scouting the perimeter with "hungry" eyes. "First things first. We need a fence. A normal fence. No divine bones, no world-tree wood. Just... wood."
Gaia smiled, her assets heaving as she suppressed her laughter. "Of course, My Lord. A 'normal' fence. I shall get to work immediately."
'She's definitely going to build something ridiculous,' Sakura thought, rubbing his temples. 'I can already feel the 'Low-key' life slipping away.'
Standing in the center of the newly greened Dead Man's Barrens, Gaia closed her eyes. With a soft hum, the emerald silk of her divine gown dissolved into particles of light, replaced by what she considered "commoner's attire."
The "Simple" White Sundress
She chose a sleeveless, backless sundress made of raw, unbleached linen. It was meant to be loose, but on Gaia's towering, statuesque frame, the fabric fought a losing battle. The thin material was perpetually stretched taut across her lush, ripened curves, clinging to the heavy, rhythmic swell of her chest with every breath she took.
The "V" Neckline: The dress featured a daringly low-cut front that showcased the deep, flawless valley of her cleavage and the shimmering, sun-kissed skin of her shoulders.
The Hemline: Because of her towering height, the skirt—which would have reached a mortal woman's ankles—barely covered her mid-thigh. It left her endless, porcelain-smooth legs completely exposed, glowing with a faint, healthy luster that made the surrounding wildflowers look dull.
The "Wife" Aesthetic
Gaia tied a simple hemp apron around her narrow waist, cinching the fabric and making her wide, world-bearing hips flare out even more dramatically. She looked less like a peasant and more like a high-tier "Hidden Boss" masquerading as a beautiful farm wife.
She kept a single golden vine wrapped around her upper arm—a "seal" that suppressed her mana but did nothing to hide her overwhelming physical presence. Her emerald-green hair was tied back in a loose, messy ponytail, exposing her elegant neck and a few stray strands that framed her mature, serene face.
Sakura looked at his "assistant" and felt a massive headache forming. 'Gaia... that's not a disguise. That's a walking heart attack for every mortal in a fifty-mile radius. You're literally glowing!'
He blushed looking at her body
"How do I look, My Lord?" Gaia asked, her ample assets heaving as she gave a shallow, respectful bow that tested the structural integrity of the linen dress. "Am I... 'low-key' enough for our new life?"
"Just... don't stand too close to the road," Zeno sighed, rubbing his temples. "And for the love of the Void, try not to make the vegetables grow into sentient monsters."
As the golden particles of her divine raiment faded, Sakura found himself staring. Hard.
Gaia stood in the center of the newly birthed meadow, the white linen of her sundress glowing under the Cardinal World's sun. The fabric was thin—dangerously so. It clung to the heavy, rhythmic swell of her chest and pulled tight across her world-bearing hips, leaving the deep, elegant curve of her waist on full display. With the high side-slits revealing her endless, milky-white legs all the way to the hip, she looked less like a peasant and more like a walking temptation.
Sakura felt a sudden, intense heat climb up his neck. His face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled a ripe tomato.
'Dammit, Sakura! Control yourself!' he screamed internally, quickly averting his eyes to a nearby patch of grass. 'I'm the one who wrote her! I'm the one who gave her those... those... ridiculous proportions! Why am I the one getting flustered?!'
"My Lord?" Gaia tilted her head, her emerald hair cascading over a bare, sun-kissed shoulder. She stepped closer, her ample assets heaving as she leaned in with a look of genuine concern. "Is the mana density of this world affecting your humors? Your face is quite... inflamed."
"I-I'm fine!" Sakura barked, his voice cracking slightly. He adjusted his 0.00001% power rings nervously. "It's just... the sun. The sun is bright today. Very bright."
Reil let out a mischievous snicker from the treeline. The wolf-girl was lounging on a branch, her own tight leather gear highlighting her supple, athletic curves. "Master is shy! How cute. Maybe Gaia should wear even less so you can get used to it?"
"Silence, Reil!" Sakura snapped, though his blush only deepened.
Gaia, however, didn't back away. Instead, she knelt before him to check his pulse, her plunging neckline dropping even lower as she moved. The scent of fresh rain and blooming lilies—her natural scent—filled Sakura's lungs, making his head spin.
"If the heat is too much, I shall grow a canopy of Ancient Yggdrasil Leaves to shade you," Gaia whispered, her hand brushing his arm with a touch that felt like an electric shock. "Your comfort is my only directive, My Lord."
'This is going to be the longest retirement in history,' Sakura thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. 'I came here to farm vegetables, not to survive a harem of my own making.'
She saw the way his pupils dilated and the way his breath hitched as her emerald-green hair brushed against his shoulder.
A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of her lips—a expression far too playful for a "Supreme Assistant."
"My Lord," Gaia whispered, her voice dropping into a sultry, humming register that vibrated in Sakura's very bones. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned in further, her plunging neckline dipping dangerously low as she feigned an interest in the "dirt" on his sleeve. "You're staring quite intensely. Is there a... flaw in my mortal vessel? Perhaps the fabric is too... restrictive?"
She emphasized the word by placing a delicate, sun-kissed hand over her heaving chest, causing the thin linen of her sundress to strain against her voluptuous curves. The fabric groaned under the pressure of her goddess-tier assets, threatening to give way entirely.
"I-I'm not staring!" Sakura stammered, his face reaching a level of crimson that shouldn't be biologically possible for a God. He tried to look at the horizon, but Gaia's endless, milky-white legs were still in his peripheral vision, glowing with a soft, earthen luster. "I was just... analyzing the... soil density!"
"The soil?" Gaia let out a melodic, airy giggle. She stood up slowly, her wide, world-bearing hips swaying with a deliberate, hypnotic grace. She stepped so close that Sakura could feel the radiant heat from her supple skin. "Then why are your eyes fixed on my neckline, My Lord? Is there 'soil' hidden there as well? Should I... remove the dress so you can inspect more closely?"
She reached for the golden vine fastening at her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with a teasing, emerald light.
"NO! Don't remove anything!" Sakura yelped, nearly tripping over a newly sprouted World-Flower. "Gaia, we're in the mortal world! Decorum! Modesty! Remember the 'Low-key' rule!"
Reil let out a bark of laughter from her perch in the trees, her silver tail thrashed with delight. "Master's 'Suppression' is failing! His heart is beating louder than a war drum! Gaia, you're going to give the Creator a heart attack before he even plants a potato!"
Gaia finally relented, though she kept that predatory, affectionate smile. She leaned down, whispering directly into Sakura's ear, her lush chest grazing his arm. "Your blush is the most beautiful thing I have seen in all the cycles of creation, My Lord. If my body pleases the Author... then I have fulfilled my greatest purpose."
Just as Sakura is about to die of embarrassment, the ground begins to tremble. It's not Gaia's mana—it's a Mortal Cavalry.
The Aurelus Border Knights have arrived at the edge of the "Dead Man's Barrens." Their leader, a grizzled Paladin, stops his horse in shock. He sees a paradise where there should be a wasteland, and in the middle of it stands a "young man" being "teased" by a woman whose beauty makes his own Queen look like a common servant
Sir Alistair, a Paladin who had survived three demon invasions and forty years of war, pulled the reins of his warhorse so hard the beast nearly toppled. Behind him, fifty armored knights skidded to a halt, the clatter of steel echoing through what should have been a silent, salt-encrusted wasteland.
"By the Seven..." Alistair whispered, his weathered face pale. "This... this is the Dead Man's Barrens?"
Before them lay a valley of emerald grass so vibrant it looked like it was woven from liquid jade. The air, once filled with the stench of sulfur and rot, now carried the intoxicating perfume of Spirit-Grade Lilies.
And in the center of this impossible paradise stood the cause of the anomaly.
The "Simple" Farmer and the Goddess
Sakura stood there, his face still flushed a deep scarlet from Gaia's teasing. To the knights, he looked like a young noble out for a stroll—but the "System" in their heads was screaming.
IDENTIFICATION ERROR]
[TARGET: ZENO KUOSOUSHA ]
[LEVEL: ???]
[THREAT LEVEL: UNKNOWN (SYSTEM STABILITY AT 12%)]
Then, Alistair's gaze shifted to the woman leaning into the boy's space.
Gaia didn't move away. Instead, she slowly straightened her elegant frame, her presence radiating a power that seemed to hum in the very air. To the knights, she didn't just look beautiful; she looked like a force of nature personified, an ancient entity that commanded the respect of the world itself.
Alistair felt his heart skip a beat. It wasn't just awe—it was an instinctive realization of his own insignificance. Her presence felt like a physical weight pressing against his soul.
"Who goes there?" Alistair shouted, his voice cracking. He drew his sword, but his hand was shaking so violently the blade rattled against his gauntlet. "State your names! This land is the property of the Aurelus Empire! How have you... how have you cleansed the Great Curse?!"
Property of the Empire?!' Zeno's mind raced. 'I'm the one who invented this Empire in Volume 2! I literally drew the map! And now this guy is pointing a toothpick at the guy who wrote his backstory?'
He looked at Gaia, who was already beginning to smile—that cold, "Leader of the Guardians" smile,that was like every one was below Her type of smile.Her emerald eyes started to glow with a faint, terrifying light. The mana began to swirl around her, thick and suffocating to the mortals nearby.
"My Lord," Gaia whispered, her voice like a sharpening blade. "Shall I return this 'Empire' to the dust from which you shaped it? They are trespassing on your garden."
"NO! Gaia, stand down!" Zeno hissed, grabbing her wrist. The touch made him blush again, but he had to stop her before she accidentally deleted the continent.
He turned to the knights, putting on his best "clueless civilian" face.
"Uh... hello!" Sakura waved awkwardly, his 0.00001% power rings glinting in the sun. "I'm Zeno . And this is my... uh... my wife, Gaia. We just moved here from... far away? We're just starting a small farm. Is there a problem with the grass?"
The Paladin's Meltdown
Sir Alistair stared at the "wife." Then at the paradise. Then at the "husband" who looked like he couldn't lift a sword, yet stood in a place where Level 90 Liches used to rot.
"Wife...?" one of the younger knights muttered, his jaw hitting his chestplate as he stared at the radiant woman standing by the boy's side. "He has a wife like that... and he's farming in a cursed wasteland?"
"Lord Alistair!" a scout yelled, pointing a trembling finger at the treeline. "Look! A Silver-Furred Fenrir!"
Reil stepped out from the shadows, her predatory grace making every knight instinctively reach for their weapon. She let out a low, vibrating growl that made the knights' horses instantly collapse to their knees in terror.
"Master," Reil barked, her golden eyes locked on the Paladin. "Can I eat the loud one on the horse? He's pointing a stick at you."
"Non no no no this isn't how my farm life supposed to go"