The Nth-generation Supreme God created Pangu and gave him his first fund for creation—just like every other true god.
When Pangu was young, he knew nothing. But he wanted to break the record for the youngest true god to successfully create a world.
He had no knowledge. No skill. No experience. Yet he wanted to create a great world—not just "trying it out" kind of great, but the kind that said, "I'm going to create the best world there is."
He didn't calculate. Didn't plan. Didn't leave himself a way out.
Then the world collapsed. Not "failed to create"—it collapsed entirely. Every bit of divine power he'd poured in evaporated. He was left with nothing. Completely drained.
His rite of passage failed. He became the child everyone laughed at. No resources. No credibility. No second chance.
But he still wanted to try again.
So he went to borrow power. Not because he wanted to—because he had nothing left. The Creditor looked at this failed young god and knew: this was the perfect borrower. Desperate. Would accept any terms.
Pangu said, "Yes."
Later, he succeeded. He created his world, became the Director of Debt Worlds, went down to the mortal realm to eat candied chestnuts, and got nervous the first time he became a grandfather.
But he never forgot that ruin. He never forgot standing in the ruins of his destroyed world, covered in dust.
That's why he goes down in mortal form—to feel the pain, the cold, the hunger. Because only that reminds him: this world was bought with a second chance.
The weariness in his eyes isn't from living too long.
It's from having failed.