in Tayvat as the god of creation

In the dim glow of a cluttered workshop, the sound of furious scribbling filled the air. A lone girl sat hunched over a desk, her pen racing across the paper as if time itself was against her. Shoulder-length white hair framed her youthful face - seventeen maybe - but her narrowed eyes held the sharp focus of someone far beyond her years.

Her right hand worked tirelessly, scrawling formulas and calculations, while her left throbbed. A twisted, pulsating mass of red and purple, swelling unnaturally, as if something vile pulsed beneath her skin. The corruption spread like veins of poison, crawling up her arm with every passing second.

She barely spared it a glance. Yes, it was painful, but it wasn't anything she hadn't endured before. Pain was just another constant in her life - one she had long since learned to ignore.

Who is this girl, you ask?

It's me. Once a high schooler, now a military - well, fantasy military - mechanic and alchemist.

You ask how I got here? Well, that's a long story.

First things first. I was just about to start my last year of high school when my life came to an abrupt end. You'd think it was Truck-kun that got me, but no. Turns out the real killer was the electrical line that snapped and came crashing down after the truck hit it.

Fried to death on the spot. Real tragic, ain't it?

Anyway, moving on. I was reincarnated into a semi-medieval fantasy world. I say semi because, for some reason, they decided to go all out on the weaponry tech tree.

Now, onto me. I was just a village girl, living in a little place tucked away on a mountain. In this world, there was magic—and as a little weeb girl, I devoured every book I could, desperate to figure out how to use it.

One thing led to another, and I ended up climbing the mountain. There, I found a beautiful spring. Seemed like a nice place to take a break, so I did. Then, I headed back home, completely unaware that I had just taken a dip in a mana lake - a pool of pure, concentrated energy of the world.

And guess who absorbed it all?

Yeah. Me.

That definitely would not have any consequences later on, right?

Anyway, fast forward to my 13th birthday. Yes, yes - happy to me. So happy, in fact, that my village got raided, my family was slaughtered, and yada yada yada. Tragic stuff, right? Well, not really. I remembered that I never actually loved them, so I got over it pretty fast.

Remember that spring from earlier? Turns out, an organization had set up a base right under the mountain. Their grand plan? Using that fuck ton of mana to experiment on creating the perfect weapon.

And then I went all Kirby on them and sucked it all up.

Yeah… that didn't go over well.

So, naturally, I got kidnapped, blindfolded, and dragged into some underground facility.

What followed was a whole lot of experimenting. because, according to them, I was a "high-quality specimen" and "would perform so much better than the other hundreds before." you know, i'm not even mad about it, like i would have been totally fine with this shit. You know, gaining power strong enough to be classified as a war crime is great.

But noooooo. You know what the worst thing they did was?

They didn't even give me fucking anesthetics.

What a bunch of sickos. I could've died from shock or pain…

But, alas, I didn't.

So, I trucked along as a test subject, enduring all their little experiments, until I was finally released into the world. Now, I was a mana-wielding, weapon-creating, walking war crime.

They thought I was under control - that I was brainwashed enough to obey. But I had this neat little trick called acting.

And the second I was free and saw an opening - like, say, the empire raiding the facility - I went absolutely feral. Set off as many explosions as I could, turned the whole place into a slaughterhouse, and massacred every single one of them.

It felt good carving their insides out. and kicking them in the dick a hundred or few times.

Good for me, and surprisingly, for them.

See, the second prince, the one least likely to ever sit on the throne, was leading the raid. And unlike his idiot predecessors, he had a functioning brain. He took one look at me, covered in blood and grinning like a maniac, and decided that pissing me off was not in his best interest.

So, he made me a deal.

I help him take the throne, and in return, I get to do whatever the fuck I want.

Obviously, after three years of nonstop torture, freedom sounded like a pretty damn good deal.

So I shook his hand, wiped the blood from my hands, and set off to make him king.

After a bit of politics, some industrial revolutions, and winning a whole fucking war against a neighboring country, he was crowned king. But not good for me - right at the end of that war, the fucking shadow mage handy mandy king, that bastard, in his last dying breaths, cursed me out, cursed me literally, and fucking died before I could do anything.

So now we're here - in my little lab, trying to figure out what the fuck I need to do to make this arm be not so...

I flopped my throbbing, wiggly, not-so-great-looking, red, bloody, and veiny arm around.

This.

I glared at my arm, mentally cursing the shadow mage for his last act of spite. The fucking curse was a mess - just like everything else in my life.

I was trying to ignore the pulsing pain in my arm when the door creaked open, and a smug voice interrupted my thoughts.

"How's it going, your majesty?" The king's voice dripped with arrogance as he strolled in, his footsteps echoing in the silent lab. His mocking tone irritated me greatly.

I barely glanced up, already annoyed by his presence. "What do you want, Your Highness? Shouldn't you be out ruling your kingdom or whatever?"

He chuckled, the sound sharp and irritating. "Oh, don't worry. Everything's fine. Just thought I'd check in on my most... loyal ally."

If you haven't noticed, this is the king, the former second prince. a guy who once used to be so cowardly, now has the ego bigger than fucking prince of all sayans vegita. in which he has no right in having as all his shit he "did" was me. he was a dick, and i Hate dicks.

I didn't even bother hiding the sarcasm. "Yeah, well, I'm a little busy, so..."

He took a few steps closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I'm sure. You've been working so hard to fix... this," he gestured to my cursed arm, his tone dripping with faux sympathy. "Tell me, how's that going? Getting anywhere with that?"

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle. 

Then, like I expected, he dropped the act. His smile twisted into something darker. "You know, I don't actually need you anymore."

Oh wow, he's doing this. Right here? Right now, huh? No plan? I knew he wanted me gone, but Jesus, it's only been three days since your coronation, you jackass.

I stared at him, trying not to laugh. If he thought I was just going to roll over and let him do this, he was sorely mistaken. But as I watched, his grin widened, and without a hint of hesitation, he reached behind him, pulling out a rifle. A Barrett 50. cal.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "This is how you're going to do it?"

He didn't answer. His fingers tightened around the weapon, the barrel aimed directly at me. The silence hung heavy in the air for a beat too long. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

He smiled, that fucking smug, arrogant grin spreading across his face like he was enjoying this. "Of course. No need to make it difficult. You're at your weakest, and I want you dead. Such a simple concept."

I couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle, even though the rifle was still pointed right at me. This was it, huh? The grand betrayal? Was this supposed to be satisfying for him?

He continued, his voice low, dripping with malice. "You were such a helpful tool, but now that I'm king, your usefulness has outlived your faults."

"I'm going to stop you right here," I said, my voice calm, almost bored. "Let me give you a word of advice. I give you my full acceptance to shoot me, but... make sure you kill me in one shot. Or it won't be pretty. The aftermath, I mean..."

I reached over, my fingers brushing against a small black orb on the table. It was made of multiple components, a delicate little thing, sitting quietly in the dim light. The king's gaze flickered to it briefly, but his smug confidence never wavered. He probably didn't even recognize it. Or maybe he just didn't care.

"Do you even know what that is?" I asked, picking up the small black orb with deliberate slowness.

The king's eyes narrowed, his finger tightening around the rifle's trigger. "I don't care what it is. You think a little trinket can save you?"

I smirked. "Well, shoot me. And you'll see."

His face twisted in anger. He didn't want to be threatened, especially not by someone he considered beneath him. The rifle barked, the sound sharp and deafening in the confined space.

The bullet tore through the air and slammed into my chest, right where my heart should've been.

I staggered back, pain blooming across my body as my lungs collapsed. Blood spilled from my mouth as I gasped for air. 

I leaned on the table as I almost crushed the orb in my hand, but I knew it wouldn't work yet, no matter how much force. It wasn't just a button to push. No, this little object was a delicate system, password and voice-activated. If you didn't know the exact sequence, it wouldn't even register. A fail-safe designed to ensure no one could accidentally trigger it.

So, what was it?

A mana-powered nuke, my version, of course. It wasn't a hydrogen bomb or anything fancy like that. No, this was more like an old-school 1940s nuke, but I'd made it with pure mana. By destabilizing a concentrated mana core, I could cause an explosion on a catastrophic scale -think 10,000 metres of destruction. It was a beauty and my pride and joy, really. The sheer force of mana collapsing in on itself would be enough to turn everything around me to ash, and it would leave nothing but ruins behind. A perfect last resort, a perfect suicide message.

"Hey, king, catch!" I tossed the orb with the last of my strength, and it hit him square on the head, sending him into a brief daze of confusion.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "What—"

I let out a deranged laugh, the sound almost manic in the silence of the room. "Let this be a lesson: never betray someone stronger than you... or smarter."

I could see the realization dawning on his face, his fingers tightening around the rifle. But it was too late now. The damage had been done.

"Now," I grinned, coughing up more blood, "get ready for the blast! My old ally..."

Yep, the password is really. Get ready for the blast. Yes, this is the best I could come up with.

His eyes flicked to the orb, then back to me, panic rising in his expression. But no matter how hard he tried to move, no matter how fast he pulled the trigger, it wouldn't change anything.

The detonation of the nuke took a fraction of a fraction of a second. A blast of heat as hot as the sun erupted outward, expanding rapidly and engulfing everything in its path. Within moments, the world around us was consumed by a fiery explosion, vaporizing the lab, the king, and everything within a hundred meters.

The shockwave of the explosion rippled through the land, traveling far beyond the lab's confines. The city, miles away, felt the tremors first as the earth itself seemed to shudder in response to the catastrophic force unleashed. Buildings that had stood for centuries trembled under the power, their foundations cracking and crumbling as the shockwave swept through.

For those closer to the epicenter, the blast wave was a devastating force—structures buckled, shattered glass rained from windows, and the air was filled with the sound of collapsing steel and concrete. A wave of intense heat followed shortly after, igniting everything flammable in its path. Trees, homes, and entire districts were set ablaze as the fireball continued to expand, swallowing up entire streets.

By the time the wave reached the farthest parts of the city, it had dissipated, but not without leaving destruction in its wake. The intense heat and force had destroyed anything in a hundred-meter radius, and for those unlucky enough to be within several miles, the fallout would linger - burns, injuries from debris, and the choking dust cloud that would choke the city for days to come. Even those who had survived the initial blast would feel the effects, a world forever altered in the wake of one petty ass bitch.

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But, we aren't here to talk about the aftermath of this world, no, no, no. That's not the story we came for or care about. She doesn't, either. Our main character has already left it. So, why linger? We should follow her, shouldn't we?

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system syncronysing.

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complete. adding consciousness.

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A dull headache throbbed at the back of my mind, and I suddenly felt an intense heat blast against my skin, the kind you'd feel under a midday sun, but sharper, almost searing. I instinctively tried to shield myself, but I felt... wrong.

I paused, confused. The weight pressing down on my chest wasn't the usual feeling of clothing, nor the familiar lack of a bust. It was… different. Heavier. Something I hadn't felt before.

What the hell was going on?

I instinctively raised a hand to shield my eyes from the harsh sunlight, cracking one eye open.

"Boing boing."

And right in front of me, on top of my (no longer flat) chest, was a blue slime. Not just any slime. Not the usual slime I used to massacre for materials, but...

"Is that a fucking Genshin Impact slime? What was it? Yeah, a fucking Hydro slime!?"

I absentmindedly flicked at it, but it didn't seem bothered at all. It just bounced lightly, as if mocking my confusion. Then, like the slow creature it was. realised that it's bed was now moving and it didn't like that.

Suddenly, it shifted its body low and...

"Wait, wait, wait, now hold on. We can talk about thi—ACK!"

Before I could finish, the slime slammed straight into my nose.

ow... no matter how strong I was. IT STILL FUCKING HURTS.

Shaking off the surprise, I pushed myself upright, sitting on the ground rather than lying there like a confused mess. I glanced at my hands, the unfamiliar feeling of skin and sensation still a little strange. Then, I took in my surroundings. Greenery stretched out in every direction - lush, vibrant, and completely fucking different from the world I knew.

"Huh... I'm not dead. A third life... and this time, it's in a gacha game. Genshin Impact." I grinned, a twisted sense of amusement creeping in.

"Well... I guess God does like me. If he's gonna reincarnate me for a third time, maybe I should thank the king for killing me. What a great vacation spot."

I let out a laugh, the absurdity of it all sinking in. maybe this time, i could have some real fun. unlike my past life.

oh, I hope so.

A/N probably much longer than needed, but I had fun writing this. until the very end. also, the start is pretty lazy, Yeah I know. i hope you liked it. Please comment if ya did. i read every comment, so if you have a suggestion, leave it down...

also this happens to every fic I write. but no. i will not. do. a. harem. Please stop asking.

also, she does know that when activating that nuke, she would indeed kill thousands. and guess what, she gives absulutely NO SHITS. fuck em all.