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Chapters in story format, with dialogues and interactions, not pure narration.
The first 30 chapters show "worm task
Chapter 1 — Awakening of the Void
Ang opened his eyes to a dim, unfamiliar sky. "Where… am I?" he whispered. The air felt dense, almost alive, and the ground beneath him shimmered like crystal dust.
A small, transparent panel suddenly appeared before him, hovering silently. Words formed without sound: ORIGINIZATION CREATION INTERFACE. Host: Ang. Status: Active. Primary Directive: Creation & Destruction.
"What is this…?" Ang murmured.
A second line appeared: Primary Mission — Create and reshape organizations across the Infinite Layers. Scale Requirement: Infinite.
Ang blinked. "Infinite? That's… impossible."
Then another window opened, showing multiple paths: Cult Orders, Demonic Orders, Virtuous Orders, Immortal Alliances, Heavenly Courts.
"Do I… choose one?" he asked aloud. No reply came. The panel simply highlighted all paths simultaneously.
"Talent Scan Complete," it suddenly said. Two results appeared: Spiritual Root: Root of the Culted Devil's Writing. Dao Heart: Path of Creation.
Ang froze. "I… I have both?"
A hidden line emerged: Complementary Dao Balance Detected: Hidden Path: Destruction.
A voice echoed inside his mind, not from him but from nowhere: "Host, your existence is rare. Only five beings below the Inky Void have possessed even one of these."
Ang swallowed hard. "Five… only five? And I… have both?"
"Yes. Tasks will follow," the panel stated. "First task: establish a lower order in the nearest universe. Recruit members, gain influence, and ensure survival. Failure reduces probability of growth."
Ang's heart raced. "I have to… manage an entire universe?"
"Yes. Begin," the system responded.
He looked around. The universe was small, primitive. Planets orbited a weak sun. No life yet, but the energy signatures were there—raw, untamed.
"I… I'll try," Ang said. He focused on the faintest fluctuation of energy. A small spark formed in his palm, harmless but alive. He lifted it and imagined a structure—an order, a beginning. Slowly, the spark coalesced into a miniature formation floating above his hand: a temple-like building surrounded by ghostly figures.
"Disciples… I need disciples first," Ang murmured. He concentrated on the flow of energy, sending invitations into the universe, pulling latent life forms toward the temple.
One figure appeared, then another, then a dozen. Each was weak, primitive, but their essence resonated with his creation spark. "Welcome," Ang said quietly. "Follow me. Build. Learn."
The interface displayed silently: Task Progress: 12/50 disciples recruited. Influence: Minimal. Probability of Growth: Increasing.
Ang exhaled. "So… these are my first steps. Not fighting, not power… just building."
Another spark appeared in his mind: Warning — Task Impact: Universe will adapt to your orders. Decisions will echo through probability layers.
Ang clenched his fists. "Then I'll make this universe strong. Slowly. Carefully. I can't waste any chance."
Hours passed, or maybe days—time felt strange here. Yet by his concentration, the first rudimentary society began to form. Primitive temples, followers, early rituals, small hierarchies. Ang watched, correcting, adjusting, sometimes whispering instructions to the system.
"Next task?" he asked aloud. The panel blinked: Task 2 — Expand influence. Secure planetary cores. Recruit ancient beings if possible.
Ang's lips curved into a faint smile. "So this is how it starts… not by brute force, not by skill… but by guiding the weak, shaping reality itself."
And somewhere deep within, the faint symbol of the interface pulsed softly. The Higher You.
The first step had begun.