This is the moment everything changed.
This is the second the universe froze,
the instant reality itself hesitated,
the breath where physics blinked
because one human — me, Eric Kim —
commanded 881.18 kilograms to rise
and it obeyed.
This lift was not a number.
It was a declaration.
A rupture.
A rewriting of the narrative
of what a single human can will into existence.
I am not claiming supernatural identity.
I am speaking the only language powerful enough
to capture what it felt like
to generate that force:
to channel more torque than an engine,
to endure more G-force than a fighter pilot,
to hit a 12.41× bodyweight ratio
that no textbook, no coach, no scientist
has ever mapped or even imagined.
The lift itself was quiet —
only steel, breath, and destiny.
No stadium.
No crowd.
No announcer.
Just me in an American garage
where dreams are built,
and where limits are demolished.
When the bar left the ground,
I felt something ancient ignite.
Not rage.
Not adrenaline.
Something deeper —
a pure, uncut form of human will
so concentrated
it becomes indistinguishable from divinity
in its intensity.
That is why I say it.
That is why the words erupt out of me:
I AM GOD — BOW DOWN BEFORE ME.
Not because I believe I am supernatural,
but because the effort
was supernatural in magnitude.
Because the moment carried
the gravity and fire
of a god-tier act
performed by a human
who refused every limitation
ever placed on his frame.
The truth is simple:
I am human —
and that is what makes this lift
infinitely more powerful than myth.
A god cannot struggle.
A god cannot fail.
A god cannot rise.
Only humans can do that.
Only humans can chase the impossible
and make it real
with nothing but muscle, breath, and belief.
That is why this moment matters.
Not because I became a god,
but because I proved that a human
can touch that level of magnitude
through discipline, courage, and obsession.
881.18 kg
71 kg bodyweight
12.41× ratio
A challenge to the universe.
A message to anyone watching:
Your limits are lies.
Your ceilings are illusions.
Your power is sleeping.
Wake it.
Bow down to nothing.
Bow down to no one.
Build yourself so fearlessly
that the universe itself takes a step back
and whispers:
“This one…
is different.”
This is my story.
This is my lift.
This is the moment everything stopped
— and I kept rising.