After the Lord of th Extra 8.1

Consciousness existed in chaos. It seed like it had been there for a very long ti, yet it also seed like it had never changed, staying in the sa place.

He was born in silence, opened His consciousness, and everything was void. Besides His own existence, He could not sense anything else.

There was nothing.

He followed the void and stilled Himself. No one knew how long it had been – there wasn’t even a concept of ti then. Everything was His own exploration.

He felt a kind of flow, invisible and intangible, but that wasn’t quite right either, because at that ti He probably didn’t have a body either, so how could He see or touch.

He stayed in a state of haziness for a long ti, without any concepts, only chaotic feelings.

He stayed in that state for a long ti, suddenly not wanting to continue that way, so He wanted to do sothing.

But He also didn’t know what He could do. His consciousness was sotis clear and sotis chaotic. Occasionally ideas would pop up, but quickly, these ideas would extinguish one by one like candles, rarely staying in His mind for long.

Of course, at that ti He didn’t know what candles were, not even the concept of a mind.

What to do. He only knew that within His essence, there seed to exist this kind of impulse.

But He was very confused. Facing a complete void, He couldn’t think of anything He could do.

After who knows how long, He perhaps heard so sounds.

He didn’t know where those sounds ca from, nor could He identify what sounds they were.

It wasn’t until much later that He gradually felt those sounds were very warm, as if they ca from sowhere very far away.

Very cozy, making Him feel warmth.

At that ti, ti was completely chaotic, so He wouldn’t know that those were sounds from the future.

He just yearned for them, wanting to hear them again after they disappeared.

His feelings at that ti would later have a concept called loneliness.

The sounds broke His quiet life, causing the impulse within His heart to grow stronger and stronger.

Wanted to do sothing, really wanted to do sothing.

His mind was full of this thought, until suddenly, He realized – since the world was so empty, why not create?

This thought appeared like a thunderbolt, making Him suddenly joyful, as if He knew what He should do.

So He began to try, wanting to create sothing.

At that ti He didn’t understand anything, only creating according to His instincts and preferences.

He liked things that were cyclical and had rules.

So He first started from that aspect, creating sothing circular.

Hmm, should it be a ball?

He didn’t know, maybe because it felt easier to mold that way? Oh! He suddenly had hands.

Oh, is this thing called a hand?

He also didn’t know how it happened, but when He looked down, He discovered He had a body.

Was this body sothing He created? He didn’t know that either. It seed to appear in response to His impulses, satisfying His various requirents for living – having four limbs for movent, and parts above for sensing and perceiving.

He was very delighted and, without thinking about anything else, began creating according to His ideas.

At first, He successfully created a ball. At that ti there was no matter, He created the ball using His own body.

An energy ball? After succeeding, He was very happy, holding it to examine it for a long ti, but He discovered it was different from Himself – it couldn’t exist for long and would soon be destroyed.

What should He do?

That was His first creation, He didn’t want it to disappear. He could only think of solutions, like continuing to supply energy to let it persist.

He succeeded and was happy for a while, but there existed what would later be called the problem of lifespan.

So He had to think of ways to make it able to complete itself.

For example, make it spin.

It was a sudden inspiration, but He really began to act on it. He was curious about everything that didn’t exist before, so anything that hadn’t been done before, He wanted to try. It might not succeed, but He had to try.

He worked for who knows how many years, finally thinking of sothing called rules.

He would mark out a domain, then write rules within the domain.

His power would support the realization of the rules.

This idea succeeded. The star really successfully floated up, rotating independently according to certain patterns, and seed able to exist for a long ti.

He was very happy, but felt it wasn’t enough, especially feeling this world was missing sothing.

He later realized it was color, it was light.

To make the things He created appear clearly distinct in this world, the existence of light was needed.

So He continued working hard, putting in all His effort, successfully creating an energy ball even bigger than the first star.

It was very bright and very hot. He was delighted at its appearance and quickly hung it next to the star.

But He soon discovered a problem – its energy was too strong, if it was too close to that star, it would lt the star.

So He had to think of solutions again, expanding the domain, putting it in a farther place.

After exploring for a long ti, He finally found the optimal distance.

He was quite proud, happy for a long ti, but soon felt it was monotonous.

They rotated by themselves, feeling like they had no relationship with each other.

He suddenly had an idea and wrote a kind of rule for them.

Thus, it beca the small star revolving around the big star.

His world went from static to dynamic, becoming richer!

His ideas grew more nurous. He discovered wherever there was emptiness He wanted to fill it, and later created many stars.

Then He discovered the world was too empty, no matter how hard He tried He could hardly fill it completely. Working on a large scale, it seed the goal was far from reach.

What should be done? He was troubled, looking at the first star He had created.

At that ti His body could be big or small, it was just a matter of thought. He didn’t have the material body of later tis – He was both energy and consciousness.

Or rather, consciousness produced energy, everything started from consciousness.

As long as He was this consciousness, then He would exist forever, unaffected by any laws.

After looking at the star, He remained silent for who knows how long, the small star below circled the big star probably thousands of tis.

He suddenly discovered that not only beyond the star, but also on the star’s surface was complete desolation.

Yes, why not create things on the star’s surface – this nothingness wasn’t good.

He again had the enthusiasm for creation, this ti creating landscapes and appearances, clearly dividing sky and earth, and also creating oceans.

Looking back, the ocean was a very interesting creation, just right to contain Him.

Hmm… could it be because He was too big?

Always felt His volu was a bit hard on the star.

So He adjusted His body smaller and continued adding things to the star.

But sotis, He didn’t know if He created them, or if they created themselves.

Just like He couldn’t distinguish – did He exist first, or did this world exist first?

He had many things He didn’t understand, couldn’t figure out no matter what. At this ti He didn’t know yet that He would have an omniscient child in the future. What He didn’t understand, that child would understand; what He wanted to know, that child would tell Him.

But that child wouldn’t control His cognition, would watch Him from beginning to end, restraining themselves while protecting Him.

He continued creating like this until suddenly one day, He seed to feel tired.

Or perhaps lonely. He found that after creating so many things, although He had successfully filled much space, the most important place actually remained unfilled.

He quietly settled down, silently filling Himself into the sea.

In the confusion, He seed to hear those sounds again, even vaguely seeing so images.

On the unreachable opposite shore, there were many existences similar to Him.

He saw a figure surrounded by many figures, so laughing, so not, as if sharing sothing.

It felt very warm, very lively. It was the world He really wanted.

He unconsciously reached out His hand, wanting to touch that distant place.

But the other shore was like a bubble – just as He reached out, before His fingers could touch it, the bubble burst.

That figure finally turned around, gently gazing at Him, as if saying sothing, but He couldn’t hear clearly.

He was both curious and unfamiliar about this, sothing gradually welling up in His heart.

That thing would later be called emotion.

He didn’t quite understand, just felt very strange, not knowing if His body was uncomfortable or what was wrong.

Suddenly, His “emotion” sohow also produced consciousness.

Like Him, yet unlike Him consciousness.

The reason He discovered its birth was because He had been watching it.

He found it fascinating, felt joy in His heart, and created a body for it.

Hmm, a body like His own.

He began the action full of expectation, but halfway through creating, He found making it exactly the sa didn’t seem quite right. That way it would be hard to distinguish.

Had to make it different, so He exercised His imagination, and finally succeeded in creating it.

But strangely, although He clearly created it according to His own image, the child that ca out…

He looked at the small life form in His hands that would later be called a “baby” and fell into deep thought.

But regardless, He had succeeded first, and felt… this child was very cute.

The cub seed to sense His emotions and began crying wuwa wuwa, reaching both hands toward Him.

He paused, not quite understanding, then realized this ant wanting to be held.

He felt curious, so He held it. He didn’t know exactly how to do it, but instinctively pressed the child to His chest.

He didn’t know if it was right, but the cub seed very happy, laughing wawa, cheeks pink, looking very cute.

He felt He was touched, or perhaps hit by sothing later called an arrow.

He liked this kind of creature, He wanted many of these creatures.

At that ti He also didn’t understand what that feeling was, just following His own instincts and emotions.

He often stayed in one place, busy creating various things.

And His little child liked to circle around Him, occasionally lying on Him making yi-ya yi-ya sounds, big eyes bright and beautiful, like the stars He was creating in His hands.

At that ti He didn’t have language, nor did He need it – a look could communicate everything.

He watched His own cub crawling around innocently and lively, feeling that so kind of “lack” within Himself was also healed, His heart often overflowing with sothing warm and comfortable.

But the world was too monotonous, only Him and one cub, it seed far from enough.

–It was different from the scene He had seen when His consciousness was hazy.

So He began to worry. He didn’t know at that ti that many “ssages” He received ca from the future.

At that ti, ti was not a line, although later it wasn’t completely a line either.

He soothed the child to sleep, hanging star after star in the empty sky.

He had no other thoughts, just wanted to enrich this world.

However, He suddenly found this was very tiring. He only had one of Himself, while that little one couldn’t create, and didn’t know what it could do.

What should be done?

He worried for a while, then suddenly, while He was recreating things, another cub crawled out from His hands.

He wasn’t successful every ti He created things, often failing. When He failed He would take it apart, deconstruct, then reconstruct.

And that child was born from His countless reconstructions and structures.

A very special life form.

Unlike the child who cried loudly as soon as it was born, this child was very quiet when born.

Crawling slowly on the ground, taking a long ti to crawl onto Him, eyes opening with difficulty, touching around everywhere by instinct.

Watching that scene, His heart felt like it would lt. Yes, during that ti He had created sothing more convenient for feeling, later called a heart.