Evil God Online: Multiversal Slaughter System

In the blackened void between realms—where time, morality, and meaning are swallowed whole—something ancient stirred. It wasn't a god, not yet. It wasn't even a man, not anymore. It was Ruin Xian, the anomaly, the curse, the future.

Earth-2019, Sector 9—a filthy underground pit hidden beneath a city that didn't exist on any map. Inside a crumbling facility stained with dried blood, broken machinery, and failed experiments, a body lay suspended in a fluid-filled capsule. Muffled alarms blared, red lights flickered, and distorted voices echoed down the corridor.

"Subject M-Xian: awakening—unauthorized."

Steam hissed as the capsule's seal broke. Green liquid poured out as a tall figure collapsed onto the cold steel floor, naked, gasping, eyes blazing red with something far beyond rage—clarity.

The facility trembled.

He rose.

Ruin Xian—former assassin, discarded test subject, and a forgotten anomaly in a failed experiment to create the perfect weapon—was no longer human. He had died thirteen times across thirteen dimensions. Every time, they killed him. Every time, they tortured, rewired, broke, reprogrammed him.

But the thirteenth time?

He remembered.

Every. Damn. Thing.

"Memory synchronization: 100%," a disembodied female voice said. "System 'Multiversal Slaughter' online."

The voice belonged to a black cube now hovering beside his head. It pulsed with red lines and bore the System's insignia: an ouroboros around a broken crown.

[System Notice: Congratulations, Ruin Xian. You have achieved Anti-God Status. Welcome to Evil God Online. Begin Primary Protocol: Retribution. Targets: Everyone. Everywhere. Always.]

His body convulsed as the memories crashed into him like waves: lives as a demon prince, a pirate king, a fallen hero, a mad sorcerer, a king of bones, and finally—a failed experiment in a corrupted Earth sector.

He remembered the woman who called herself Mother System. The one who made him. Who threw him across dimensions. Who laughed as she tore his soul in half.

He gritted his teeth. "No more."

Ruin raised his hand. Black markings spiraled down his arm, glowing. The walls of the facility cracked, metal bent, and the corpse-lights of the other test subjects flickered.

He clenched his fist.

BOOM.

The entire facility exploded upward into the city above. Concrete rained from the heavens as Ruin Xian floated amid the flames, now clad in a dark robe of interdimensional silk that shifted between forms—a thousand cursed gods whispering on its surface.

Military drones locked onto his position.

"Target acquired. Opening fire."

They didn't get a second chance.

With a flick of his fingers, space folded in on itself. The drones became origami—flattened and reassembled into birds of metal, which flew around him, singing.

He stepped onto the air.

[System Quest: Hunt your Creators. Destroy the Ones Who Broke You.]

Ruin's gaze lifted to the crimson moon, reflecting in his eyes.

"Bring me every world," he said. "And I will bring them madness."

Elsewhere — The Overseers' Council

In a pristine white realm guarded by Time Dragons, a circle of hooded figures shivered. All timelines converged here. They had watched heroes rise and gods fall—but none of them had expected Ruin Xian to awaken.

"He wasn't supposed to remember," whispered the one named Omen.

"He wasn't supposed to survive," replied another.

A third whispered, "We made him too perfect."

The oldest among them stood. "Deploy the Judgment Fragments. Before he reaches the System Mother."

They looked into the multiversal stream.

And saw only red.

Earth 14 - Timeline: Fracture Protocol

A young girl screamed as a rift tore through her school. Reality fractured. Colors bled. From the rip stepped a god.

No, not a god.

The Evil God.

"Ruin Xian," she whispered, remembering his name from nightmares she never lived.

He reached out to her. "Want to live?"

She nodded.

Then came the slaughter.