"There’s more?" Leonora raised an eyebrow.
He nodded.
"A lot more. After all, if I’m the only source of every technique, then nothing I create will ever surpass . My Path needs room to grow."
He paused, then added, "That’s why I’ll give the ability of Resonance to everyone connected to this universe.
"When they train and master the skills, the Resonance will rank up the skills. That way, even though the skills originally ca from , their growth will be based on their own effort."
"Wait a minute."
Leonora was stunned when she realized what Naless Death was doing.
"You... you’ll be able to copy those stronger versions of the skills, right?"
"Exactly," he said. "Using the Abyss Mirror, I’ll absorb those improved versions. In other words, they’ll do the training, and I’ll learn from the result."
She laughed.
"That sounds unfair."
"Maybe," he shrugged. "But it’s efficient."
Naless Death had millions of techniques.
He couldn’t train all of them. There wasn’t enough ti.
But this way, each of his techniques would grow stronger — thanks to the people who would use them and increase their rank.
Moreover, Naless Death would be able to copy all techniques of anyone who connected to his Path, whether they were in his simulated universe, or not.
Leonora looked at him for a long mont, then asked,
"So that’s the first step?"
"Yes."
"And the second and third?"
"Second step is adding limitless evolutionary potential to everything," he said. "Not just to the races or skills inside the simulation, but to the Path itself. It must never hit a ceiling."
"And the third?"
"The third step is to combine everything into a unified system—so that my Path isn’t just a collection of scattered pieces. It will beco a living ecosystem of growth, evolution, and learning. Sothing I can stand on for the rest of my journey."
"I... see. I understand it now"
She didn’t. It was clear by looking at her face.
Naless Death chuckled softly. He wasn’t offended.
"You don’t need to understand it now," he said. "I’ll show you later."
Leonora gave him a flat look, then sighed.
"You better. I’m not built for this much theory."
With that, she left the forge, leaving him alone with the flickering shadows and the faint, pulsing cube in his hand.
The Womb of Devil — or rather, what used to be one.
Turning it into a Firmant was proving more difficult than expected.
Naless Death had already failed millions of tis.
Each attempt drained his energy and left him ntally exhausted, but he wasn’t discouraged.
If anything, he found a strange comfort in the process.
Still, there was no point wasting ti on a single task.
So, he began to multitask.
He created eight more Wombs of Devil using the Shadow Core Concept.
Coupled with the extra one he made earlier, now he had nine empty Womb of Devil. The tenth one was being turned into a Firmant.
Naless Death lined up all nine empty Wombs of Devil in front of him.
Then, he used the Nightmare Elent.
With his Stage 4 mastery over it — which he got from devouring a monster— he could create illusions that had mass, sound, and even reactive properties, at least within confined spaces.
’I can manifest the nightmare illusions into reality with Stage 4 Mastery.’
While these manifestations weren’t ’true’ objects, they were passable for pseudo-true objects.
And that was enough.
He started constructing simulated universes inside each cube using Nightmare Elent.
Each world had skies, mountains, oceans, continents, planets, galaxies.
’Nine simulated universes should be enough.’
Each universe would follow a different structure for class progression.
One world would offer new classes at fixed intervals: level 10, level 20, and so on.
Another world would allow people to gain multiple classes, but new skills would only unlock once previous ones were mastered.
One might have a rigid tree system, another a chaotic adaptive path.
Each simulated universe would shape its people differently.
There was a reason for this.
[Diversity.]
Naless Death wanted every simulated universe to grow its people in a different way.
Why?
Because of geniuses.
Skills and techniques would originate from him, that was true.
But geniuses — true ones — had a habit of surprising even the gods.
They created new things, carved paths no one else could imagine.
’There would be geniuses inside these simulated universes too.’
If everyone grew up in the sa kind of system, there was a high chance those few geniuses would end up creating similar skills.
That would be a waste.
But if each genius had a unique growth environnt, the chances of them developing unique abilities increased dramatically.
And that’s what he needed.
Each unique skill, once created, would be recorded by the [Heavenly Record] he was building.
The [Heavenly Records] could then use those skills to create new classes, or distribute them to others for improvent.
This way, even if Naless Death stopped providing new techniques himself, the simulated worlds would continue evolving on their own.
It was self-sustaining growth.
A cycle.
He stood in front of the nine cubes, watching as the Nightmare Elent slowly shaped mountains, and winds.
Life had yet to be born inside the Wombs of Devil, but that was on purpose.
Naless Death wanted to create a new type of life. One that was different from the life of his universe.
He sat down, eyes half-closed.
He let his thoughts wander, thinking about the long-term implications of what he was building.
’Only a handful of people would be able to create new skills.
’Because no matter how many simulated worlds I make, geniuses are rare. That isn’t going to change.’
He drumd his fingers against his knee.
’Even if a world develops fast, the people inside it still need ti to grow, live, and die. It’ll take decades to see the first real results.’
Too slow. Far too slow.
It was already this slow, and geniuses who would create skills will appear only once in a while.
’At this rate, I can forget about getting new skills from my Path.’
Even if a genius could create a skill, the Heavenly Record needed to give that skill to others to increase its level.
Only when the skill was sufficiently strong could it help Naless Death.
Waiting for so long would waste too much ti of Naless Death.
So, Naless Death ca up with a new idea.
’Limitless infinite evolution.’
That was the key.
If everyone had infinite potential, then the number of geniuses wouldn’t remain fixed.
Potential would no longer be a matter of chance or talent.
’With infinite potential, people can grow strong limitlessly.’
Everyone, regardless of origin, would have a shot at breaking limits and reaching new heights.
’Strong people will have a much higher chance of creating a new skill. So it’s good for too.’
But giving soone infinite potential was easier said than done.
Unless... he just made everyone a Heavenbreaker.
It sounded crazy when he thought about it the first ti.
Heavenbreakers were supposed to be rare — anomalies who shattered the constraints of the world.
They were beings who could walk beyond what was possible.
But what if he could change that?
What if he could design a race from scratch?
A species where every newborn, every child, every adult, was a Heavenbreaker?
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