You are:

Immune.

Immortal.

Indestructible.

Level: ∞

Tier: ∞

Mana: ∞

Stamina: ∞

Speed: ∞

Strength: ∞

Agility: ∞

Intuition: ∞

Spell Knowledge: ∞

Immunity to Magic: Absolute

Race: Demon God

Reality-Shaping: You can create anything with a single thought.

Status: Literally the most powerful being in the multiverse.

Status Flaw: Anything you create cannot be destroyed. Any lifeform you bring into existence is immortal, indestructible, and immune to everything—including your own magick. You physically cannot harm it in any way—no injury, no bleeding, nothing. Since they share your nature, any lifeform you create is your equal in power. You must be extremely careful with what you create.

You awaken in a vast, seemingly endless field of vibrant green grass that sways gently in a breeze you can feel but cannot see. Each blade sparkles faintly in the sunlight, as if dusted with a touch of magic. The sky above stretches infinitely, an ocean of soft blues streaked with clouds that glow with an almost unnatural radiance, too perfect, too serene to be real. A distant hum—like the faint whisper of a forgotten song—lingers in the air, pulling at the edges of your mind. Every sense is heightened: the scent of wildflowers, sharp and sweet, drifts past you; the air carries the warmth of an eternal spring. Somewhere far off, a ripple disturbs the horizon, though no hills or trees appear. You realize, with a mix of awe and unease, that you are in Eterna. You rise slowly, your thoughts swirling. Confused.

And right now... you’re alone.