The Weakest Creator in Human History
"John? John? Wake up!"
In the darkness, a slightly anxious female voice came through.
John's consciousness gradually awakened, and his body slowly regained sensation.
His palm touched the cold floor, and the tip of his nose caught a faint scent of shampoo.
A cacophony of voices buzzed in his ears.
It seemed like many people were around.
Where is this? Wasn't I dead on the battlefield of all races?
John was puzzled, his memory still lingered on the scene where he was torn into pieces by countless monsters.
John, fighting off dizziness, barely opened his eyes.
What he saw next stunned him.
Instead of the familiar interstellar battlefield, littered with the ruins of worlds and corpses, there was a clear blue sky, pristine clouds, and a beautiful, flawless face.
The girl's appearance was refined and ethereal, her skin as pale and smooth as jade, her large, watery eyes filled with worry.
"Emma?"
At the sight of this familiar yet strange face, astonishment showed in John's eyes.
How is this possible? Wasn't she dead?
John vividly remembered, this kind-hearted and beautiful girl, in the first year of the great war of all races, was pierced through the chest by a void race creator during a defensive battle.
Eventually, it was John who took her ashes back to Amberidge City and personally handed them to her parents.
But now, she was alive and in front of him!
Seeing John awake, Emma patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief, "John, you finally woke up. You just fainted all of a sudden, scared me to death."
A middle-aged man wearing glasses, also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "John, how do you feel now, do you need me to take you to the medical room?"
John recognized the middle-aged man.
He was his high school history teacher, David.
Who also died in the first year of the great war.
"I'm fine." John forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart, slowly stood up, and looked around.
He found himself in a lush green sports field, surrounded by densely packed students wearing various school uniforms.
At a glance, there were tens of thousands of people.
John was standing in front of everyone, at his feet was a silver circle about two meters in diameter, next to him was a half-human-high stone platform, on which lay a transparent crystal ball the size of a human head.
The teachers and students around him looked at him with complex eyes.
There was sympathy, regret, and also schadenfreude.
John felt somewhat dazed.
The familiar scene before him awakened memories that had been sealed deep in his soul.
As memories of ten years ago flooded in like a torrent.
He finally remembered everything...
John dared to confirm at this moment.
He had actually been reborn!
And he returned to that day of awakening, ten years ago, at Crestwood Valley Middle School!
He was currently in the sports field of Crestwood Valley Middle School.
Today was June 6th, 2424, one month away from the start of the great war of all races.
In a month, the immortal demon race in the starry sky, in order to expand their territory, would dispatch ten super-level creators to attack the nearest Illusion Spirit race and completely annihilate them.
This sudden war marked the beginning of the great war among all races.
Numerous races, following the example of the immortal demon race, began to initiate wars actively, invading the territories of other races.
Humanity was also involved in the first year.
By the time of John's death, humanity was already in grave danger, and the scale of the great war had expanded to almost all races participating.
Over ten years, countless races disappeared.
All races were bloodthirsty, and the universe was filled with corpses and ruins, the battle situation was extremely tragic.
And today, was a significant turning point in John's life.
The place where John was, a planet named Blue Star, allowed every person to enter the starry sea through an awakening ceremony upon reaching the age of eighteen, and carve out their own world.
Just now, John had successfully carved out his own world in the starry sea, becoming a novice creator.
But this did not bring John the respect he deserved, instead, he was labeled as "the weakest creator in human history."
Because the world John carved out was only one square meter!
This was the smallest world ever carved out by a creator in human history.
John clearly remembered, starting from today, he went from being a genius student admired by teachers and envied by classmates, to being despised and ridiculed by everyone.
Until ten years later, after overcoming numerous hardships, he successfully advanced to level seven, becoming a high-level creator, and only then did he shake off the infamy.
Unfortunately, he still died on the battlefield of all races in the end.
Seeing John lost in thought, David thought he couldn't bear the blow.
He patted John's shoulder, comforting, "John, no matter what, you've carved out a world. There are many examples in history where the initial world was very small, but they eventually became top powerhouses. Don't be too pessimistic."
Emma also encouraged, "John, David is right, as long as you work hard, anything is possible. You may still become a powerhouse in the future, don't give up."
Though they said so, everyone knew that this was just to comfort John.
A creator who only has a one square meter world, might not even pass tomorrow's novice assessment, let alone have a future.
"Thank you, I'm alright now." John nodded, quickly calming his emotions, allowing his brain to cool down.
Ten years of battleground tempering not only gave John a wealth of combat experience.
But also made his heart as indestructible as steel.
The mockery and looks that almost drove John to collapse in his previous life, at this moment, did not cause any ripples in his heart.
John was very clear, this was a world where the strong were respected.
As long as he had enough strength, these people would shut their mouths on their own, and even come over to please him.
In his previous life, after John became a level seven creator, these people did just that.
Even the weakest creator is not something ordinary people can compare to.
Every creator possesses god-like power, they can become stronger by developing the races in their worlds, or by devouring other creators' worlds.
Depending on the strength, creators' levels are divided from low to high into twelve levels.
Every three levels are divided into one rank.
In his previous life, John was a level seven high-ranking creator, holding several powerful otherworlds in his hands, capable of moving mountains and seas with a flip of his hand.
That was nothing.
Some top creators even controlled a galaxy, blowing air could stir the river of stars, truly godlike!
And John had heard in his previous life, that above level twelve, there were even higher levels.
But such information, even as a level seven creator in his previous life, John could not access.
John, feeling somewhat weak but full of youthful vitality, his eyes gradually lit up with a flame.
Although in this life he awakened to the same one square meter world, still the weakest creator in human history.
But with the experience of his previous life, John this life could not only avoid many dangers but also use the information he knew to plan ahead, obtaining more resources and opportunities to strengthen his own world.
In his previous life, John was able to become a level seven creator despite everyone's disbelief, relying on his own efforts.
This life, he would go even further!
...
The awakening ceremony continued.
John walked to a corner of the crowd, unconcerned about the strange looks from the outside world, frowning and pondering how to plan his future life.
Reaching into his pocket, he subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette and light it.
But when he touched his trouser pocket, John suddenly felt something unusual in his hand.
John was stunned for a moment.
He raised his hand and found that a quaint silver ring had somehow appeared on it.
At the sight of this ring, John's pupils suddenly shrank.
The Ring of Retrospection?!
How could it appear here?!
A tidal wave of shock surged in John's heart.
He now knew why he had been reborn.
The Ring of Retrospection, a legendary artifact with the power of time!
In his previous life, John had accidentally obtained this artifact in a mysterious secret realm.
So, after the news was spread, he was besieged by many powerhouses on the battlefield of all races, leading to his tragic death.
When John first obtained the Ring of Retrospection, he studied it for a long time but found nothing special about it.
At that time, John thought the rumors were false and was quite disappointed.
Now he knew it.
The Ring of Retrospection truly possessed the power of time reversal!
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