Apotheosis

The light ball slowly floated towards Zen and merged with his body once more.

Clarence's voice rang from the depths of Zen's soul again. "The reality I gave you is not enough. You have to create your own reality as well."

"Is there any difference?" Zen asked in confusion.

"Of course there is. This could be what I pursue, and also the reason you were born," answered Clarence.

For humans, drinking the first mouthful of milk to fill their empty stomachs after birth was the beginning of their journey to life. From there, they grew step by step in pursuing strength, wealth, love, power, and the desire for immortality.

However, Clarence was born in a perfect land and had everything he needed within his reach. There was nothing worth pursuing to him in neither the higher-grade worlds nor the lower-grade worlds, which drove him to seek the truth instead.

Why did the world exist?

What was behind the world and all the things in it?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the answers to these seemingly simple questions himself, let alone anyone else.

Although Mastema was on par with him, Mastema had no interest in discussions such as these other than desperately downgrading the world.

Most of the time, Clarence felt quite envious of Mastema. He only focused on the downgrading, giving it his full attention and refusing to think about anything else.

While the world became downgraded little by little, Zen and the Evil God were born as special existences. How could Clarence let go of these two easily?

When Zen heard Clarence's words, he couldn't help feeling hopeless. He wanted to bring his family to a stable environment and stay in the fairy palace, but Clarence insisted on forcing him out.

"Can I really create my own reality?" Zen asked hesitantly.

"Sure, I will help you," replied Clarence.

"Fine." Zen heaved out a sigh as he began to pull himself together.

The reality that Clarence mentioned became the greatest motivation for him. He looked forward to meeting his family again. He did not intend to give up even though he only had a glimmer of hope to cling to.

Two dots suddenly appeared in the Wall World. Zen's eyeballs were slowly formed, followed by his whole head, body, and limbs.

Because of the flat form, there was no need to follow the rules of humans in creation. A human body

d him.

After the ring appeared, it quietly expanded outward, forming a much larger ring.

If the Evil God spied in the dark, he would have seen the golden thread instantly smash the scissors.

Although the black scissors were undeniably sharp, they immediately crashed as they touched the golden ring, dispersing their big and small fragments in the air.

Red lines appeared as soon as the scissors were destroyed.

These red lines then moved towards Zen in spiraling motions.

Zen released another golden thread. Wherever the golden thread passed, all the red lines were devoured without a trace.

"Evil God, your attacks are now useless.

The energy in the second-grade Wall World is more fragmented and therefore easier to crack.

Do you hear me?"

Zen released his spiritual sense again to communicate widely. This time, he finally saw the Evil God's figure.

The Evil God had four pairs of eyes on the Wall World, and he could observe up to four directions around him. His body took a circular shape, from which numerous spikes emerged. He resembled a bug with a strange shape.

"So what? Since there's nothing to lose here, why don't we have a good fight?" the Evil God challenged him with his spiritual sense.

"It's true that we really do have nothing to lose, but we can still obtain," Zen replied.

"Obtain? Obtain what? The right to live in this shitty world?" the Evil God asked in an arrogant tone.

He was also dissatisfied with the second-grade Wall World. Nothing could be more boring than a world where only lines could be seen!