Creation: The Path of a God (Updated Edition)

Chapter 1 -- Part 1 (Book 1 - Fantasy World)

Not knowing what he would do about his present circumstances, Han walked into his room, hoping to gain a moment of peace while he gathered his thoughts.

His eyes looked at the posters decorating his walls, reflecting on the memories of how he attained them. From his memories, he could hear the voices from those moments from long ago -- never to be experienced again. Han then looked at his table with his computer resting on top of the stained wood, a thin layer of dust covering everything. Next to the computer were several books stacked on top of one another, their spines damaged, a loose page slightly sticking out of one of the books.

Han sighed as he crossed the room before reaching his computer chair, the seat fabric tattered with the yellow foam seen in places.

Taking a seat, Han looked at the dusty monitor -- seeing his disheveled hair and half-open eyes. His body felt heavy as he reached for the mouse.

Soon, the sound of the fan shattered the silence.

A few moments passed as the monitor slowly lit up, and he could see all his programs. The background image made him smile slightly upon seeing the picture of something he had made in the past.

Pulling up one of the browsers, Han typed in the words to bring up the video.

His mind slowly drifted back to that moment.

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Taking a breath, Han rested his head against the door to his apartment. His mind filled with images that tore away at his soul, draining him of his strength. Closing his eyes, he tried to gather himself together, not wanting to allow the pain to show.

The last thing he wanted was to show the pain and weakness he felt.

Though his home was a place he felt welcomed and loved, he just needed the time to digest the day's events before letting them filter out. The idea of dumping all his emotions wasn't an idea he enjoyed.

Her words echoed in his mind.

"The least I can do is actually be more of a man," Han whispered to himself as he clenched his fist -- pressing it against the door.

A dull pain slowly grew as he pressed his fist harder into the door, gritting his teeth to prevent the tears from flowing out of him like a monsoon.

But despite the pain, the feelings of loneliness didn't leave him.

After a minute had passed, Han took a deep shuddering breath before slowly letting it out. His mind regained some semblance of sanity.

With his head still resting on the cold wooden white door, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the picture dangling from a chain. Seeing her smile, Han couldn't help but remember that day. The feelings of joy and knowledge that someone in the world aside from his family cherished him -- despite his inadequacies -- helped to soothe his heart which felt crushed and trampled on.

The keys clinked as Han fumbled with them before finding his apartment key. Like thousands of times before, becoming muscle memory, the key slid into the lock. Unlocking it, he turned to doorhandle before pushing to open it.

He raised an eyebrow when the door failed to open, signaling the deadbolt had been used. Though it was unusual since they rarely used it, Han merely shrugged his shoulders before finding the key to the lock. Using the deadbolt was weird, but he imagined her not realizing that she had locked it.

Compared to what happened, finding that the deadbolt had been used wasn't something that even registered. Han took a breath to hold the emotions back before fumbling with his key again.