In the parts of Tokyo there is a man named Sakura Haruno age (27) a famous writer of many work ,his most famous work OMNI WORLD a world with incredibly powerful characters but the truth was darker .
The hospital room smelled of sterile silence and fading hope. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the oncology report that felt heavier than a death sentence. Stage 4. Terminal.
My hands, the same hands that had woven worlds of magic and gods for millions of readers, were trembling. He needed one thing. Not a miracle, just a mother.
He dialed the number.
"Mom?" his voice cracked. "I... I got the results. It's cancer. They say I don't have much time."
There was a beat of silence on the other end. Sakura held his breath, waiting for a gasp, a sob—anything at all.
"Oh, Sakura... that's... that's terrible," her voice came through, fake ,rehearsed,sounding practiced, like a script she had read a thousand times. "My poor, successful son. You've worked so hard for that money, and now this?"
Sakura closed his eyes. "Mom, I'm dying. I'm scared."
"I know, honey, I know. It's just... the timing is so hard. Your brother's car broke down again, and I'm behind on the mortgage. Since you're... well, since you won't be needing much soon, do you think you could transfer that quarterly royalty check? Just to help us get by? Just maybe a MILLION "
The air left Sakura's lungs. It wasn't the cancer that killed him in that moment; it was the realization.
When he was a struggling writer, she didn't know his name. When he was sick as a child, she called him a burden. But the moment his novel hit the top of the charts, she had become his most "devoted" fan—always with an open hand and a hollow heart.
"You're doing it again," Sakura whispered, his voice turning cold as ice.
"Doing what? I'm grieving, Sakura! I'm your mother!"
No," he stood up, looking at his reflection in the dark hospital window. "You're a parasite. I finally see why Dad left. He didn't run away from us... he ran away from you. I spent twenty-seven years trying to buy a love that wasn't for sale."
"Sakura, don't you dare—"
"Goodbye, Mom. Don't worry about the money. I'm taking it all with me."
He cut the call. The silence that followed was the loudest thing he had ever heard. Tears blurred his vision as he looked at the draft of his final chapter on his laptop—the world of Zeno.
He reached out to it ,if only he could be one of his many characters a childish dream, a hero, demon king,villain, or a normal person anything,he kept the laptop close to his chest.
In my next life,' he thought, his heart failing as the darkness finally closed in, 'I won't be a son. I won't be a writer. I'll be the God who doesn't need anyone, I'll be someone who will live for himself."
The last thing Sakura Haruno remembered was the dim glow of his computer monitor in a cramped Tokyo apartment. At twenty-seven, he was the celebrated author of the world's most complex cultivation manga, a series known for its terrifyingly overpowered characters and a cosmology that spanned infinite multiverses.
Then, the darkness claimed him.
When his eyes snapped open, the first thing he saw wasn't his messy desk or a cold expensive or lavished hospital room. It was his own hand. It was pale, youthful, and unblemished—devoid of the callous marks left by years of gripping a stylus.
Sakura's heart hammered against his ribs. He scrambled toward a nearby floor-to-length mirror framed in celestial gold. The reflection that stared back made him let out a scream that tore through the silent halls of the palace.
"My Lord! Please, calm yourself!"
A maid, wings of pure light fluttering behind her, rushed to his side. Her face was a mask of terror, her knees hitting the floor before she even reached him.
He was surprised by his reflection he didn't look like a tired ,stressed ,instead he looks to be in his early 20s. The sickly, pale skin from his cancer is replaced with a porcelain-like glow. His eyes (The "Omni-Eyes")These are his most striking feature. Instead of normal pupils, his eyes look like contained galaxies. When he's calm, they are a deep cosmic violet; when he's annoyed, they swirl like a nebula and turn crimson red when angry.his
Hair Long, silken hair as black as the Void , but it catches the light with silver or white streaks—representing the "Ink" and "Paper" of his creation,then his build he had a lean , muscular and relax form.
It took hours for the screaming to stop and the realization to set in. Sakura wasn't a hero. He wasn't a villain.not even the demon king or a non important character ,He was Zeno Kuosousha—the Supreme God of his own creation. The Omni King. The one character he had written to be so untouchable that he never actually had to fight.
'Wait... if this is the World of Omni,' Sakura thought, his writer's brain finally kicking into gear, 'then the UI should be...'
"Open Status," he whispered.
A screen of crystalline light shattered the air in front of him. Sakura's jaw hit the floor.
Name: Zeno Kuosousha
Title: Omni King / The Creator / God of Gods
Level: ??,??? (Out of Bounds)
HP: 60,000,000 / 60,000,000
MP: 700,000,000 / 700,000,000
STR: 67,890,000
SPD: 180,000
INT: 60,000
DEF: 53,000
PER: 598,000
[Current State: Suppressed (0.00001% Output)]
Sixty-seven million strength... at zero-point-zero-zero-zero-zero-one percent?!' Sakura's internal monologue shrieked. 'I wrote this guy too broken! If I sneeze at full power, I'll delete the solar system!'
A hurried knock interrupted his panic. A woman entered, her presence so sharp it felt like a blade against the skin. She bowed low, her forehead touching the cold marble.
She has long, wild hair that flows like a waterfall that reached down to her curvy, powerful thighs.She's got a statuesque, hourglass figure. she isn't "frail"—she's got thick, powerful thighs and a narrow waist
Her divine outfit— a mix of leather , fur and some unknown metal —it should be "struggling" to contain her power.
A pair of soft, fur-tufted wolf ears sat atop her head, twitching at the slightest vibration of Zeno's voice.
A massive, silver-furred plumetail that was currently thrashing behind her. It was thick, fluffy, and held enough power to shatter a mountain—yet right now, it swished with the unmistakable excitement of a loyal hound greeting its master and her eyes where Sharp, predatory yellow eyes with slitted pupils. They soften only when she looks at Zeno.
"Lord Zeno," she spoke, her voice trembling with reverence. "The Heavenly Realm awaits your presence. The Divine Guardians have gathered as well as the gods."
Sakura recognized her instantly. Reil. The God of Wolves,and Beasts. The primordial fang.The creator of all demi-humans, beast men,beasts of all kinds. One of his 13 Divine Guardians.
Immediately he stood up and multiple angel maids came dressing him up in his Omni king attire they where fast practiced they dressed him in Deep obsidian silk that seems to absorb light. The hem of his robes doesn't touch the ground; it floats a fraction of an inch above it.
Gold and diamond rings on almost every finger. These aren't just jewelry—each one is a "Seal" that keeps his power at 0.00001%. If he takes a ring off, the planet starts to shake. As well as each ring is a high tier divine equipment with a translucent cape that looks like a star-chart that seemed to garther it self around the main robe it was not seen,If you look closely at the patterns on his back, you can see the real-time movement of the planets in his multiverse.they moved so fast and in sinch that he didn't realize until they where done ,he got himself together.
"Rise, Reil," Sakura said, trying to mimic the cold, detached tone of the character he had created. "Lead the way."
As he walked through the halls, escorted by a small army of Angelic Emissaries, Sakura marveled at the sheer scale of his own imagination come to life , he looked at the female angels which he remembered were his maid , even though they are extremely beautiful,they were sometimes scary because they were emissaries of heaven and had high level, as he moved past the hall he marveled on their beauty a minute later he had entered the throne room bustling in noise as the Omni king the ruler of the multi verse summon the 13 heavenly guardians ,as the giant doors opened up Zeno the Omni king step and the room once bustling went dead silent as all both. The Palace was a labyrinth of white marble, floating islands, and rivers of liquid mana. Every angel he passed bowed so low they practically became part of the floor.
Finally, the doors to the Grand Throne Room groaned open.
The room had been bustling with the chatter of the highest deities in existence. But the moment Zeno stepped through the threshold, the world went dead silent.
Sakura walked toward the throne, his kingly attire—a robe woven from starlight and adorned with rings of compressed dwarf stars—clinking softly. As he sat, he felt a strange pressure in his chest. Without meaning to, he unknowninly let out a sliver of his presence leaked out.
[Skill Activated: Monarch's Aura (Passive)]
The air in the room turned to lead. The 13 Divine Guardians, beings who could collapse galaxies with a wave of their hands, began to quiver. The lesser gods behind them collapsed, their faces pale as they felt the weight of their Creator's gaze.
Sakura quickly retracted the aura, sweating internally. 'Oops. Almost crushed the pantheon.'
"Listen well," Zeno's voice echoed, vibrating through the very foundation of the multiverse. "In three days, I shall depart the Heavenly Palace. I am descending to the Mortal World."
The silence shattered.
"My Lord, no!"
"The mortals are beneath you!"
"Take us with you! We cannot exist without the sun!"
The Divine Guardians shouted in defiance, their grief and loyalty clashing. But Sakura—no, Zeno—raised a hand. The room froze.
"My decision is final," he stated, his mind already drifting to the dream of a simple life. "I go to farm. I go to live. And for those who will follow... I have already chosen."
His eyes shifted to the corner where Milira, the Goddess of Demons, stood. Her expression was grim.
"Lord Zeno," she whispered, stepping forward. "While you plan your descent, the Abyss stirs. A dark energy—an ancient, evil divinity—has begun to seep into the lower layers of the multiverse. They are coming for the world you made."
Zeno contemplate "is she talking about the evil gods"
Zeno leaned back on his throne, a small, tired smile playing on his lips.
"Let them come," he thought. "I've got sixty-seven million strength and a hoe. I think I'll be just fine."