I’m the God and This World Is Doomed

Serian looked around the forest, observing the students scrambling to set up camp, gathering firewood, and sharpening their weapons. He could see the anxiety in some of their faces, their nervous energy practically radiating from them.

Three days... seems short, he mused, watching them. But it's just survival. Not difficult.

With a soft sigh, Serian decided to climb one of the tall trees nearby. His movements were fluid and effortless, his long trench coat trailing behind him like a shadow. He reached the highest branches, then sat down cross-legged, leaning back against the thick trunk.

As soon as he settled, the vines and trees around him seemed to stir and shift, as though they recognized him and were offering him a space to rest. The leaves rustled gently, almost as if whispering in a language he couldn't understand.

A few birds flitted down, landing lightly on his lap. They chirped softly before snuggling against him, finding comfort in his stillness. A couple of squirrels scurried up the tree and perched on his shoulder, playfully tugging at his hair.

Serian blinked, watching them with a serene expression. They like me...

He didn't mind at all. The creatures of the forest seemed to instinctively sense his presence, drawn to him as if they were in tune with his quiet energy.

Below, the students were still scrambling to get things together. Some were arguing, while others tried to organize their groups. It seemed chaotic, but Serian didn't feel any urgency. He simply observed, calm and composed as always.

He let out a soft yawn, stretching his arms above his head. The gentle breeze ruffled his silver hair as he closed his eyes, leaning back even more comfortably against the tree.

From his perch, he could hear the sounds of the students below, the crackling of campfires, and the occasional shouts of excitement or frustration.

One group of students tried to build a shelter, only for it to collapse in a heap. Another group set off in search of water, only to come back empty-handed. The forest seemed to mock their efforts, and Serian couldn't help but find it amusing.

As the chaos continued below him, he let out a soft chuckle.

A few of the birds hopped closer, pecking at his coat, while the squirrels continued to play with his hair. He didn't mind them at all—his focus was elsewhere. He was content to watch the world go on, with its noise and bustle, while he remained unaffected.

"Such a curious bunch," he murmured softly to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "Humans..."

The forest around him remained peaceful, as if understanding that its presence had a quiet harmony with Serian's calm demeanor. It was as though the very trees themselves were providing him with a safe haven, knowing that he was different from the rest.

Eventually, his eyes fluttered shut, and he dozed off peacefully, surrounded by the natural world that seemed to adore him. The birds continued to rest on him, and the squirrels kept playing, as Serian, the calm observer, drifted into a light sleep.

Serian woke up slowly, his senses tingling with a strange disturbance in the air. The once calm forest felt tense, and there was a faint tremor under his feet. He blinked lazily, then looked down from his perch in the tree.

Hmm?

Below, two students from the first exam were locked in combat. They were both holding weapons—a sword and a spear—sweat dripping from their faces as they circled each other. Their eyes were focused, determined, but there was something else: fear.

One of them, a tall boy with messy brown hair, was already breathing heavily. His sword was raised, but his stance was shaky, clearly struggling to keep up with his opponent. The other boy, a bit shorter but faster, was already on the attack, using his spear to jab and slash at the first boy, keeping him on the defensive.

They look like they're fighting for real... Serian observed quietly, his violet eyes watching with quiet interest. But they're still holding back.

The boy with the sword tried to make a quick slash at the spear-wielder, but the spear effortlessly blocked it. The spear-wielder smirked, clearly enjoying the fight, and swung the spear in a wide arc, forcing the sword-bearer to jump back, narrowly avoiding a hit.

Serian didn't flinch, just watching calmly.

Up above him, the squirrels scurried around and, as if sensing his indifference, they dropped a couple of apples in his lap. He didn't mind the gift, casually reaching out to grab one and take a bite as he continued observing.

"Ha! You're too slow!" the spear-wielder taunted, his voice sharp with confidence.

The sword-bearer scowled but didn't say anything. He just readied his sword again, sweat dripping down his face. "I'm not done yet!" he yelled, charging forward with a swift but desperate attack.

Serian took another bite of the apple, watching with a hint of amusement. They're not going to win... not like this.

The spear-wielder easily danced around the attack, sidestepping and striking his opponent's exposed side with the blunt end of his spear. The sword-bearer stumbled back, clutching his side, his face pale with pain.

"You should quit," the spear-wielder said, a smug grin crossing his face. "You're not cut out for this."

Serian tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. How easily they fight... It's all so unnecessary.

The sword-bearer gritted his teeth, breathing heavily. "I won't give up," he muttered through clenched teeth.

Serian yawned and leaned back against the tree, his expression still calm. The squirrels perched on the branches nearby, chattering softly as they watched the fight, almost as if they too were observing these strange humans.

Below, the fight continued. The sword-bearer made another move, a desperate swing aimed at the spear-wielder's legs. But the spear-wielder easily leapt over the attack, landing with perfect precision. He jabbed his spear forward, knocking the sword out of the boy's hand, sending it skidding across the dirt.

The sword-bearer fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The spear-wielder raised his weapon, ready to end it, but paused when he saw the boy's defeated look.

The sword-bearer shook his head, trying to push himself up, but his body was giving out. "I... I'm not... done..."

Serian watched them both, a small frown tugging at his lips. He could tell the fight was over, and the sword-bearer had lost.

The spear-wielder lowered his spear, shaking his head. "You're stubborn, I'll give you that. But you're no match for me."

Serian sat up and dropped the apple core onto the ground, his gaze still fixed on the fighters. Humans are strange.

The boy with the sword didn't answer, too exhausted to respond. He just sat there, panting.

Finally, the spear-wielder turned and walked away, leaving the boy on the ground. Serian remained still, his violet eyes watching the defeated boy, still calm and composed.

The squirrels scurried down from the trees, pausing near Serian to nibble on some of the leftover apples. He watched them with a detached curiosity, as though the entire human fight meant little to him.

One of the squirrels climbed onto his shoulder, giving him a quick look before scampering off again. Serian didn't move, simply nodding his head as if acknowledging the creature's presence.

It's just a game to them. Serian thought, his tone quiet and reflective. But for them, it's real.

Yulian, the taller of the two with messy brown hair, swung his sword down with all his remaining strength. Serize, the shorter boy with sharp features and a fierce expression, sidestepped with ease, using the length of his spear to keep Yulian at a distance.

"You really are stubborn," Serize sneered, his spear held in a ready position. His stance was steady, every movement calculated as he danced around Yulian's increasingly desperate attacks. "You're not going to win."

Yulian, breathing heavily, swung again, his sword flashing through the air. "I won't give up!" he grunted, charging at Serize with a burst of energy, only to miss once more as Serize easily dodged and countered.

The fight was intense, both boys clearly skilled, but the exhaustion was taking its toll on Yulian. He was slower now, his movements sloppier, while Serize was still agile, his expression a mixture of boredom and frustration.

Just as Yulian lunged forward one last time, a sudden rustling from above caught their attention. Before they could react, something soft and round fell from the trees, landing squarely on Yulian's head with a light thud. It was an apple.

Yulian froze, blinking up at the tree in confusion. Serize, too, looked up, his spear momentarily lowering as his gaze followed Yulian's.

Then, from the branches above, they saw him.

Serian was casually sitting on a large branch, leaning against the trunk of a tree, surrounded by an assortment of small birds and squirrels. A couple of the squirrels had climbed onto his shoulders, while the birds fluttered around his head, perching on his outstretched arms. He looked completely unbothered by the fight happening below him.

Serian glanced down at the two boys, his expression unchanged. He raised one hand, as if offering a slight wave of acknowledgment, before speaking in his usual calm, almost indifferent tone.

"Sorry," he said flatly, though there was no trace of actual apology in his voice or expression.

Yulian stared up at him, completely dumbfounded. "What...?" he muttered, his mind racing to process the situation. His sword was still gripped tightly in his hand, but he no longer felt the need to fight. Serize, equally confused, blinked up at Serian as well.

"Uh... did you just throw an apple at us?" Serize asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. He was still holding his spear, but it now seemed more like an afterthought.

Serian, unfazed, took another bite of the apple in his hand, now missing the core. He then glanced down at the two boys. "Mm. Yes," he said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "It seemed like a good time."

Yulian and Serize exchanged a look, neither quite sure how to respond to this strange boy who seemed to be completely out of touch with the reality of their intense battle.

"Uh, you're just... sitting there... with squirrels... and birds..." Yulian stammered, still trying to process. He was a noble, after all, raised in a world of rules and formality. This sight, this boy, was utterly out of place.

Serian, still not showing the slightest hint of apology, simply nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes. They are quite comfortable with me. You should try it." He gestured to the birds and squirrels, who seemed to be having the time of their lives.

The two nobles stood there, speechless. Yulian opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Serize, on the other hand, was trying to figure out just who this person was, but nothing about the situation made sense.

"Are you really... just sitting there watching us?" Serize asked, trying to get some kind of coherent answer from the calm, seemingly indifferent boy.

Serian looked down at them again, his violet eyes unblinking. "Yes," he replied simply. "Fighting seems... unnecessary."

Both boys just blinked at him, their minds not quite able to process the calmness and detachment Serian exuded.

"I..." Yulian started, but his words trailed off. He was so confused that he didn't even know what to say next. "Who... are you?"

Serian didn't answer right away. Instead, he glanced at the squirrels playing with his hair, then back down at the two boys. "Serian," he said, offering only his first name. "I'm just... observing."

The silence between them stretched on for a moment before Serian, after finishing his apple, leaned back against the tree again, his eyes closing as if he were ready to doze off.

"Good luck with your fight," he added, his tone unbothered and completely unconcerned with the duel still happening below him.

Yulian and Serize stood there, utterly flabbergasted. Neither of them could comprehend why this person, this strange boy, had intervened in their fight in the most bizarre way possible. Neither had expected an apple to come out of nowhere, nor had they anticipated the boy's complete indifference to their struggle.

In the end, they didn't know what to say, so they just stared at him as he closed his eyes.

"Well, that was... something," Serize finally muttered, his voice filled with confusion as he lowered his spear.

Yulian could only nod, still processing everything. 

But Serian, already half-asleep in the tree, didn't care. To him, everything had simply been as it was meant to be—calm, quiet, and unaffected.