Chapter 2: The Admin Bros

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"No. No-no-no—HELL NO! Ughhhhhh system, kill me or kill him! I refuse to breathe the same air as that thing."

"This can't be happening! Why the fuck are you here?!"

Amon's voice echoed through the space, filled with grief, disgust, and a hint of despair.

There were even tears welling in his eyes.

So... What in the void happened to make him snap like that?

)—— Author Release: Time Rewind Jutsu ——(

Amon had died after accepting the offer to become the Admin of the Void, choosing the Painless Natural Death option.

And when he opened his eyes again...

[Welcome to the Void. A blank universe you can shape, rule, and turn into your personal multiverse playground.]

Amon blinked.

He looked around and found himself in a cozy, villa-style room—complete with furniture, a high-end PC setup, and modern stuff everywhere.

"Sys, where am I?"

[You are in the Admin Space: the administrator's personal area to manage the universe or rest.]

[...]

[Your Administrator privileges have been unlocked.]

Suddenly, Amon felt… perfect. Like he was back in his early twenties, maybe 23 or 24. The System even presented a [Customize Your Appearance] option: hair, skin, eye color—everything tweakable.

But nah. Amon had accepted and loved how he looked a long time ago. In fact, he actually despised people who changed things about themselves— to him, it felt like running away from who you really are, or craving someone else's approval.

Well, there was another reason... Amon was actually good-looking—good enough that a few wealthy old hags had tried to keep him. But that kind of life just wasn't for him.

He'd made a vow: no matter how desperate or starving he got, he'd never sell himself or throw away his dignity. Not for food, not for comfort, not for anything.

It wasn't like he didn't have options, either. Worst case, he would've gone job-hunting, flashed a smile, and probably gotten hired on looks alone.

The world favored pretty things, after all. No one says it out loud, but we all know that truth.

As for Amon's confidence—well, it wasn't baseless.

He had a rare genetic combo: black hair, blue eyes, and olive skin. Think Damon Salvatore, Mikaela Banes (yeah, Megan Fox), or any of those iconic blue-eyed, dark-haired types people never forget.

But all that meant nothing without dignity.

"A new life... a fresh start." Amon sighed.

"Well, what now?" he wondered, trying to wrap his head around the idea of managing an entire universe. "Guess I should get some info first about the so-called Void. Then I'll decide what to do."

Even though Amon had no idea what he was doing, he couldn't stop grinning.

He knew he'd be visiting some of his favorite anime worlds in the future—and maybe, just maybe, he could fix some of the things he hated. Righting old wrongs, changing events, rewriting endings.

But what really thrilled him was the idea of managing an entire universe. Shaping it with his own ideas. Making it better. Or at least, his version of better.

And to make sure he can all focus on the Void, in this Admin Space, everything a human could need was provided. Well... everything except sex. But still, all his basic needs were covered.

That meant he could all focus on building his universe version—something that had only ever existed in fiction. An ideal World. His Ideal world.

He could already see it: his amazing perfect world. Something he has full control of. For a brief moment, everything felt right. His mood was peak.

Until something broke it all. Like hammer against glass.

His dream, his vision, just shattered

His moment of peace… gone.

All because of a voice. A voice he thought he would never hear it again—

"Amon broooo~! Claim your reward from the system first. You're gonna love it, I'm tellin' ya~"

He heard it. He knew it.

That voice. That sound. That tone he fucking hated.

"Please no. It can't be. It mustn't be…" He closed his eyes, praying. Then—slowly—turned to face the voice.

"Broooooo! Happy to see you again. Finally! I was this close to being bored. Hahaha—just kidding. Oh oh! I didn't want to start the first crossover alone, so I… uh, Amon? Bro? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Amon stared at the figure in pure despair.

White hair. Golden eyes. Like a cheap version of Gojo Satoru—just gold, not blue.

Nahil Vorn.

Yep. The contract guy with garbage taste.

Amon was 99% sure it was him—the White hair, the golden eyes, the annoyingly familiar voice he'd heard countless times. Yep, it had to be Nahil, the bastard who always wore golden eye contacts and dyed his hair white. Or that's what anyone would though after seeing Nahil Vorn.

Still… Amon left it at 99%. He wanted to believe it wasn't him.

He clung to that final 1% like a dying man reaching for hope.

"N-Nahil?"

"Yeah, bro! Tada~ it's me!"

"…"

"…Why?" Amon looked up, as if questioning the sky. But there was no sky—just a ceiling. His head dropped. Tears welled up.

"Amon? You okay, man?" Nahil asked, genuinely confused.

"I see…" 

Amon's voice dropped. Face blank. Calm—too calm.

"This is a test from the Void, isn't it? Of course… not just anyone can become its administrator. Well played, S.Y.S.T.E.M. If this was real, it'd be a nightmare. Hell, I almost considered killing myself."

"…So?" He looked forward with emotionless eyes. "Did I pass the test, System?"

[Congratulations Amon Isfeto Maaty for becoming the second Admin of the Void]

[… A new reward can be claimed in the Admin Starter Pack

↳ Life Reward: claimed✅

↳ Random Cheat: Can be Claimed(❗)

↳ Evolving Bloodline Reward: (Locked) — Can be unlocked after the first crossover.

↳ Bonus Reward: (Locked) — Will be unlocked after completing a request issued by the Admin: Nahil Vorn.]

Amon's gaze locked onto two words: 'Second Admin.'

His eye twitched.

"...So Nahil is the first Admin?"

[Yes]

"Surprise~!" Nahil beamed. "Hahaha~ Yup, we're both Admins now! The Admin Bros! Let's celebrate!"

"Celebrate my ass, you bastard son of a bitch!"

Amon's voice cracked—part disbelief, part rage.

"This can't be happening! Why the FUCK are you here?! No. No-no-no—HELL NO! Ughhhhhh system, kill me or kill him! I refuse to breathe the same air as that thing."

Clearly, Amon loathed Nahil. And honestly, he had every reason to.

It all started with that damn legal Contract.

1.7 million words long. Every single chapter tailored to Nahil's ridiculous taste. At least 2,000 words a day... yeah, Amon had to write this trash every single day.

Do the math—that's 850 days of pure hell.

And the novel? It was the most brain-rotting, mind-numbing piece of fiction humanity had ever seen. Even the legendary poison testers wouldn't survive it.

And maybe that was Nahil's only real talent.

So yeah, Amon's reaction? Completely justified.

He didn't just leave his old world—he died to escape it. Came to this blank universe called the Void.

It was supposed to be a fresh start. A clean canvas.

No more disappointments. No more disgrace. No more Nahil.

And yet… here comes the smug bastard. Smiling. Waving. Acting like nothing ever happened. Like they're buddies.

That wasn't cheap drama. That was trauma.

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(Nahil Pov)

"Oh man, look at that. Amon bro is really tsundere. We're clearly best friends, and he still acts like this—haha."

Nahil smiled as he looked over at Amon. Honestly, it felt good having someone like him around—someone from the same home. Earth.

"...Wait, can I even call myself someone from Earth anymore?"

His thoughts drifted backward, toward the beginning.

He was just a regular otaku kid—anime, manga, endless webnovels. Back then, his name wasn't even Nahil. But everything changed one day… the day he got isekai'd by Truck-kun.

When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't just someone else, like in the isekai anime he used to watch—he was something else.

He had become the World Will of the Void. Something unseen. Something cosmic. And of course, right after that, the S.Y.S.T.E.M. appeared—binding itself to him... or rather to the Void itself.

Nahil's start was so OP—definitely one of the strongest isekai protagonists out there. Well, as long as he didn't end up like that guy from Re:Zero, Nahil was actually fine with anything. And he kinda received two cheats right off the bat: the S.Y.S.T.E.M. and Being the Void itself.

But that's when the real problems began.

As the World Will, he couldn't leave the Void and crossover to other worlds, using S.Y.S.T.E.M.

He could only send a clone into other worlds at best. Well, that limitation was manageable. But the real disaster came next.

Every time he fused or absorbed parts from other worlds, he had to go dormant—basically fall asleep. And as the Void grew stronger, the S.Y.S.T.E.M. warned him:

[Host will begin to lose all emotions—lust, pride, love, joy... everything. Emotional detachment will increase. You will become cold, logical, and efficient. Like an AI.]

Yeah… Nahil couldn't accept that. Losing everything that made him HIM? Nah. No fucking way.

So, he searched for a loophole. A way out.

And eventually, he found one.

He could abandon the role of World Will and become human again. The catch? He'd lose ownership of the S.Y.S.T.E.M, or as it called itself, the Supreme Yielding System for Transdimensional Evolution Management.

After all, when it was connected to him, he was the world—the Void. So becoming human meant giving up almost all of his cheats.

But still, he made the decision quickly. Who the hell wanted to live as a machine?

But before he lost everything, he rewrote the rules: the S.Y.S.T.E.M. would stay bound to the Void, acting as its World Will instead of him. However, it couldn't make decisions on its own—it would only take orders from the Administrator.

And there would only ever be one Admin. Nahil made sure of that, so he'd remain the sole owner of the world. 

And that's how it all began.

...

"And that's how I, the First Admin of the Void, was born."

After Amon finally calmed down, he made Nahil explain what the hell was going on. And just like that, Nahil began telling the story from the very beginning.

"…Wait, only one Admin, you said? Then what's going on now?" Amon frowned, clearly confused—he was supposed to be the second Admin, wasn't he?

Nahil nodded. "Exactly. I did assign one Admin position, but for some reason, it never got filled—even after I became human. I mean, yeah, I was born as the Admin, but the one and only slot I created just… never filled. Maybe the system glitched or something. I dunno."

"But here's the problem: the system kept trying to search for another Admin besides me. Good thing it obeys me completely, so I turned that feature off—but man, it was so annoying watching it constantly try to assign one."

"Sure, I can just tell it not to search again, but what if I travel to another world and it glitches again, adding someone I don't approve of? So I figured I'd pick someone myself. Preferably a hot, beautiful, virgin partner." Nahil added the last part with a dreamy look.

"Fuck," Amon looked shocked. "You're gae? That explains a lot..."

"Uh, bro, I'm really not g—"

Nahil was about to explain himself, but Amon didn't give him the chance.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Amon backed off, eyeing him like Nahil was about to do something.

"...."

"Ahem... okay, maybe I overreacted a bit. Fine, how about you explain this to me, Nahil—why are you GAE?"

"I'm really not, I meant a woman. A hot female partner." Nahil sighed. "If you'd just let me finish my story, I was about to explain everything."

Amon grabbed a cola can and sat back, ready for Nahil to continue.

"Ahem, okay. I stopped at the part where I became human... Oh! Right. I also created the Admin space before all that—just to clarify. Anyway, next: the universe was empty. Truly worthy of the name 'Void.' There was nothing. Just darkness."

"But as the Admin, I can use Origin Points. Oh, yeah—Origin Points are what the system converted from Origin Power. And you might ask, 'What is Origin Power?' Well, it's—"

"No, just skip that part." Amon was amazed by how bad Nahil was at explaining. His brain actually hurt just from listening. As for the complicated stuff like Origin Power? He just let the system explain it.

[Origin Power is the foundational energy that created all worlds. It exists universally, determining the scale and potential of each world.]

[Origin Points represent the quantified amount of Origin Power within the Void, as determined by the S.Y.S.T.E.M.]

"Uh... okay, next..."

Nahil continued, explaining how he used the Origin Points to shape and organize the empty world as best he could—while keeping a small reserve in case of emergencies.

There were only two ways to gain more points: The first was to wait for the world to regenerate them naturally... which happened veeeery slowly.

The second—much faster but far more dangerous—was to let the Void absorb other worlds or even part of them. But there were rules and conditions.

Finally, Nahil turned his attention to the matter of the second Admin. He ultimately decided to return to Earth and choose someone himself.

But just then, the system warned him: once he opened a portal to Earth, it would lose the coordinates permanently. Earth was a special world—hidden, only revealing its location once every few million years. And opening the portal would consume all of his remaining Origin Points.

Still, Nahil was determined to go. Earth was the perfect place to choose an Admin. It was where all the anime and stuff... and more importantly, it was where his family once lived. He wanted to say goodbye—quietly, in his own way.

"And then I returned to Earth in my new human body. Sigh..." Nahil said, telling Amon his story.

"...Okay, go on. I want to hear my part," Amon replied, already checking the S.Y.S.T.E.M. interface while listening.

"Right! So I paid the debt of my family, then jumped straight back into full otaku mode. I was also looking for a hot otaku girl to be the second Admin, but nah—I didn't find any. I was so bored until..."

"One day, I stumbled across your novel. It was amazing from the very first chapter, so I hired a lawyer to get in touch with you. I wanted to sponsor your work."

"As a super rich guy, I gave him a lot of money. Of course, this lawyer was so moved, he swore on his life to handle the task with absolute dedication… even though I just wanted to casually support you."

Amon's eye twitched. "...Yeah, right. 'Just wanted to support me' you say? What about the contract?"

Nahil blinked, genuinely confused. "What contract?"

"..."

Amon stared at him in disbelief. "N-Nahil… I mean the legal contract the lawyer gave you. You do know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Ohhh, that paperwork thing? I'm not into that kind of stuff. He gave it to me, yeah, but I don't even remember where I threw it." Nahil scratched his head, vaguely recalling the paper the lawyer handed over.

"What about that paper you always had next to you on video calls?"

Amon was clinging to the last shreds of hope.

"Oh, that?" Nahil smiled. "That was just my list of upcoming anime. I keep it nearby so I don't forget."

"So—you didn't read the contract? You just threw it away?"

"Yup."

Amon's face was all black. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck—uhhhhhh—THEN WHY THE HELL WERE YOU TELLING ME WHAT TO DO IN MY NOVEL? Why were you saying what parts to improve, what should happen next?! SAY IT."

Amon was on the verge of a full-blown breakdown. Just the idea that he'd been trapped in a hell of his own creation, all for nothing, was crushing.

"Huh? dude, I was just giving you feedback as a friend. At first, yeah, I was sharing what I hoped to see. But later on… your novel wasn't really that good, so I added more suggestions. I was trying to help you improve it, bro! I was cheering you on the best I could."

"...Maybe writing just isn't your talent."

Amon's eye kept twitching again until—

"Oh? bro, did you change your eye color to red? If—— Uhhh, why are you hitting me? I did nothing."

"Amon, chill! Uhh—don't hit my face again! Why are you so mad? I was doing something good! I was being helpful!"

"N-no, wait, Amon! Not my precious baby! I'm still a virgin! I haven't even used him yet! Don't take that chance away from me!"

Amon hesitated and decided not to hit that part. Maybe because… well, he was a virgin too. By choice, of course.

"...Why are you only going for my face now?"

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A few moments later

"Den ash I read yer novel an' talked to ya… we became fwiends. You were my only fwiend…" Nahil slurred, his face swollen like a balloon.

"Sho I figurred… why not offer ya da chance ta come wif me? I knew you had no fwiends, no real ties to yer world… sho I gave ya da Admin role if ya accept to die…"

Nahil mumbled bitterly. Just what did he do wrong?

Good thing this was the Admin Space—bruises like that healed pretty quickly.

Amon stopped looking at Nahil and kept scrolling through the S.Y.S.T.E.M interface. But then he noticed something odd—Nahil had higher permissions than him. Way higher. Like, Amon couldn't even use Origin Points.

"Hey, Nahil," Amon said, eyes narrowing. "If we're going to cooperate and be a team, we need to change three things in the Admin rules."

Nahil, already healed up, nodded cheerfully. "K! We'll be the best team everrr~!"

"First," Amon began, "we both get equal authority in the system—no more of this 'you have higher permissions' crap. Second, no revealing each other's secrets to anyone."

"And the third?" Nahil tilted his head.

"Uh…" Amon blinked. "I didn't think of a third. Let's just agree on those two for now."

[S.Y.S.T.E.M has received the request to change admin rules. This change cannot be modified again.]

[Awaiting approval from both admins…]

[...]

[Admin rules updated.]

"Okay, now let's get to planning," Amon said, flopping down on the couch. "I have a rough idea of what the world looks like: there's a sun, a moon, and a small planet that kinda looks like Earth. That's it."

"No stars, no other planets. No people, no animals. Just endless day and night cycles."

"Hehe~" Nahil puffed up proudly. "Yup! I designed it that way myself. Used up almost all the Origin Points the system had. I built the sun, the moon, and the planet. But then I realized—people will live here later, right? So no stars would be weird. So I made a smart decision: a fake star net! It surrounds the world and gives the illusion of a real starry sky."

"You can do that?" Amon looked at Nahil in a new light.

"Yup. I just told the system what I wanted, and it used the Origin Points to make it happen."

"Oh?"

"So… what now?" Amon finally asked.

Nahil shrugged. "We'll travel to other worlds and… do something? I dunno. The more we change in each world, the more we progress the mission."

Then his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! Bro, claim your gift from the system!"

Amon blinked. Right—he hadn't claimed his cheat yet.

[Claiming Random Cheat…]

[Received: Mindcraft Cheat]

[Mindcraft: The ability to create something from nothing, as long as the user clearly understands its structure. Depends on the host's mental energy.]

"Holy crap, that's OP." Amon was hyped. Then he looked at Nahil. "What about you? You got that Admin pack or whatever, right?"

"Yup~ I got sent to Earth with loads of cash and a legal identity. That was my first reward."

"My cheat is Eye of Glory — I can shoot powerful lasers from my eyes!" His golden eyes gleamed and shot out a tiny laser beam.

"..."

Amon looked at the chair that Nahil was aiming at. No visible damage.

He leaned in. Okay… there was a tiny black mark.

"Uhhh…" Nahil scratched his head. "Well it's weak now, but it'll be OP later, trust me!"

Amon shrugged and tried his own power. He tried creating a phone—but failed.

"Guess it's too complex, and I don't really understand its full structure. Let's try something simpler—like salt, NaCl." He focused.

Salt started dripping from his hand, but he immediately felt drained.

"Just some salt and that's it? I'm this weak? Dammit." 

"… Hey Nahil, can we at least use Origin Points to make ourselves stronger?"

Nahil shook his head. "There are rules about that. I'll let the system explain. I forgot the details."

Amon sighed. "Alright, Sys-san, give me the info."

[Current Origin Points: 0]

[Origin Points can only be used to manage and enhance the universe. Power-ups can only be granted as rewards for completing certain objectives.]

"What kind of objectives?"

[Clearing a world with 100% completion yields high rewards.]

"Okay, but wouldn't it be better if admins were stronger from the start?"

[Denied. Admins will appear in each world with standard power levels and can only use limited abilities.]

"...Wait, what do you mean?"

[In each crossover, admin powers are normalized based on the world's power scale. Only one ability can be used per world. Limit increases with progression.]

[At 30% world completion, Admins may select an additional ability to synchronize. And NPC Skip Mode will also be unlocked.]

[At 50% world completion, each Admin may recruit one individual from the Void.]

[The Void may also begin connecting with regions under Admin control, or start integrating incoming immigrants.]

[At 70%, all Admin abilities will begin to synchronize. The stronger the ability, the slower the synchronization.]

[At 100%, Admins gain access to Forced Fusion, merging the entire world into the Void. (Slow Process)]

"I see…" Amon nodded. He checked the list of ways to increase world-clearing progress. Changing a world's fate ranked highest.

Once he finished going through the details, he turned to Nahil.

"I checked, and it looks like the system needs to lock in coordinates for the other world before we can travel to other worlds. Luckily, two worlds have already been spotted."

Nahil nodded. "Yeah and if I remember right, we can only stay for a limited time—it depends on the world's rank."

"So… you ready for our first crossover?" Amon got up from the couch.

Nahil grinned. "You even need to ask? Hahaha…!"

"Then let's—"

"Wait." Nahil interrupted and rushed to his PC, which was still connected to Earth. Only 15 minutes left before the portal closed—forever.

Nahil smiled. "I still had my super AI running back on Earth. I saw how messed up the politicians were—turns out most wars weren't even caused by what people believed."

"So I figured I'd leave something behind."

He activated his final command.

A new untraceable website went live. Its app, ads, and mirrors were unblockable. The AI's sole purpose? Reveal the truth. Photos. Videos. Leaks. Evidence. First, it would expose minor corrupt officials, then climb the ladder all the way to the top.

It would become a sword of justice—targeting anyone who brought misery to others. Anyone profiting off war or harming the innocent? Their secrets wouldn't stay hidden anymore.

"Dude… that's genius." Amon patted him on the back. "Now even the most corrupt human being will be in fear of being exposed."

"Hehe~ Now let's gooo~~" Nahil grinned.

"Wait, I just remembered something..." Amon suddenly stopped before they opened the gate to another world. "There's a bonus reward I haven't claimed yet."

"Nahil, tell me something—anything! Like, I dunno, slapping you or something." Amon urged him.

"Oh right! I totally forgot I had a bonus too. Thanks for reminding me," Nahil said, opening his system panel. "Let's just say my request is fulfilled because of that."

He then tapped on the bonus reward icon.

The next moment, his eyes glowed like the sun. A blinding beam shot out, vaporizing a nearby chair that had a faint black mark on it—reduced to ash in an instant.

Clearly, the bonus had boosted his physical and mental stats, letting him unleash an even more powerful laser from his cheat.

Amon claimed his reward as well, gaining a massive increase in mental energy and a basic technology knowledge pack.

"Hahaha~ Now we're really ready!" Amon grinned, energized. "By the way, Nahil, what was your bonus mission?"

"Oh, it was to make your life—" Nahil suddenly paused, then quickly changed the topic. "Dude, let's gooo! It's adventure time!"

Without waiting for a reply, he opened the portal to another world.

[A Gate to another world is opening…]

[For the world Level, you may select two abilities.]

Amon and Nahil looked at each other. Then each picked the only ability they have: Mindcraft & Eye of Glory. Leaving the second slot empty.

Their first crossover had begun.

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