Mark's gaze road around his surroundings. His heart was a bit uncalm, his mind filled with questions that seed to have no answer.
Dream Input.
The dream he inputted into himself using that Ultimate Demonic Art was not completely decided by himself. It was more of a subconscious decision right at the mont of activation. When he activated it earlier, he had inputted a dream into himself and now, he was very conflicted.
Mark felt as if he had experienced a whole other life in that dream.
In that dream, he had a weird mother who was obsessed with him to the degree she seed ntal, and she had a lot of ghostly behavioral patterns. Of course, the won hid that side of her from him with relegious attention.
In that life, he also had a father who was absent almost entirely throughout his life. And Mark had a feeling that he was not the woman's son at all, but a child stolen from soone at a young age by the won.
That would also make the absent father scenario make sense in a unique way.
He never had a father that the mother could interact with.
And in that dream, he had the great dream of attaining absolute freedom.
Even the obsessed mother was an irritation to him because of her restricting his actions. She was an overprotective person. Thus, he had entered a room of treasures and opened a mysterious box—a box that said:Never touch this box. It will make you experience the utmost of all powers.
A cool wind breezed through the area and lifted Mark's hair.
"I experienced the pinnacle," he said with a sowhat pale expression.
In that dream, he was omnipotent. He had reached the absolute pinnacle. Yet, when everything beca easily attainable, it was also as if everything lost aning. When he opened that box to look into it at the end, it was empty.
As if it represented the empty loneliness at the pinnacle.
Does that an the life of an omnipotent and thus, eternal being is more aningless than a mortal?
Does… death give aning to life?
Mark slapped his face with both of his hands and took a deep breath.
What kind of stupid question is that? Why do I need aning in my life that is not given by myself?
He had long decided on his own aning. That aning was in pursuing the epito of life without any fear in heart and he was going to do that. That gave his life aning, that made his life worthy of being lived.
Will reaching omnipotence make everything else aningless?
Mark pushed himself up from the ground and spread out his wings.
Hmph. Omnipotence!
With a jump, he pierced the clouds and flew through the sky like a cot. He was fast—fast enough to surpass the speed of sound. In a second, he was moving so fast that the air itself was like vicious blades.
He protected the hamster under his palms as he flew.
Again, the question echoed in his heart.
Will reaching omnipotence make everything else aningless?
If you are omnipotent, you could have anything you want with a thought.
You could make a woman who hated you fall in love with you. You could create worlds and destroy them at will. You could transform fantasies into reality.
But if you can have anything as long as you want it, wouldn't that be boring?
Wouldn't everything lose value?
On Earth, they said God was omnipotent.
Mark flew and flew and flew before he ca to a halt atop a giant tree. He stood on it, gazing at the dawn sun in the distant horizons. He was thinking, his heart was a bit troubled.
I don't believe in an omnipotent God,Mark thought.
Omnipotence was logically impossible in the first place.
For example, what if an omnipotent God wants to create an unbreakable shield and an unblockable spear at the sa ti?
Will both not go against each other's fundantal designs?
Or.
Mark chuckled, then sat down on a thick branch and stared at the sun in the distance.
What if a so-called omnipotent God wants to create sothing outside its own controlt?
He asked himself.
"Can an omnipotent being create a stone so heavy that even they cannot lift it?"
If theycan'tcreate it, they are not omnipotent. If theycancreate it, that ans they can't lift the stone and that also ans they are not omnipotent.
So, an omnipotent creature was an impossibility in the first place.
That was why Mark didn't believe in an omnipotent God. So, the question of whether being omnipotent makes everything else aningless didn't matter to him.
Yes, it was his dream to reach the pinnacle of power. But that was to experience the pinnacle of life's various nooks and corners, not to barely reach so fundantally god-like status that had no aning in the first place.
He wanted to see the world that no one had seen, and experience taste that no one had tasted. He wanted to bed won who no one could dream of bedding. He wanted to fight the fiercest of all beings the world had seen.
He wanted to reach the pinnacle to reach the pinnacle.
If he died in the process, that was fine. Mark wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of living a life without any hope or worth.
What was a life worth if soone lived the entirety of it in fear of death?
Even if he died, he wanted to say he was happy he lived! That his life mattered!
He wasn't suicidal or willing to die, but he wasn't afraid of death either.
With a nudge on the hamster's head, he laid back against the tree and used Dream Input on himself again. But this ti, he chose what to dream after deliberate effort.
First, he scanned and studied as much of Yasna's biological, core structure as possible and before he forgot it, used that as the driving force for the Dream Input!
He dread this ti about being a molecular scientist who was obsessed with won's biology. It was a weird dream—a lot more lively. In fact, he even t Yuri, Reol'ran, and Dona in the dream before it broke and he woke up in reality.
When he woke up, he was sure he would never forget what he had already learned.
Mark awakened the Mask of the Savage and once again studied more of Yasna's molecular structure. She woke up inside his World Space and went about her duties as the chief caretaker of Savage Island, and all the while, he stalked her molecules.
The structure of a Savage World human being at the molecular level beca a bit more clear to him.
He made use of the Dream Input to dream about learning the sa thing.
The mind has two parts: the conscious and the subconscious. Usually, new information is learned in the conscious mind, where it's harder to rember. However, if the information reaches the subconscious level after long practice and learning, it becos hard to forget.
When the Ultimate Demonic Art Dream Input is used on himself, Mark's newly learned information in his conscious mind will beco a deep dream and he will live in it. Thus, the information in his conscious mind will beco well-attuned enough to enter his subconscious mind.
This was a cheat thod to quicken learning speed by a hundredfold!
From now on, he could learn anything from the most complex books to tos in re minutes or hours with dreams. He just had to read it, rember it for a short while, and use it as Dream Input to gain subconscious access to the information he just learned!
In rely a few more minutes, Mark stopped learning and opened his eyes.
The sun had risen and the morning light washed the lands in its golden brilliance. Birds flew overhead, morning mist flowed around, and in the distance, he could see hazy mountains.
In his mind, he knew almost everything about the savage world human's molecular structure. From their very design principle to their outward beauty. Now, if Yuri's theory was right, he should be able to help her beco a Golden Savage.
If he shapeshifted her to be like a native human of this world, she should be able to take in the Heart Blood without issue!
Mark smiled. He had sothing else to try before that.
Briefly, he discussed the idea with Reol'ran, and she, too, grew a bit interested.
With a deep breath, he touched his own chest and used Alchemic Shapeshifting on himself. From his very molecular structure, he began to transform. He beca a human being with the design of a savage world native—from the very molecular structure.
His body's look didn't change much.
He still looked like a youth with slightly pale, purplish skin, sharp masculine features, golden eyes, and a body that would make any bodybuilder go green with envy.
A man of a unique demonic allure.
But inside, at a molecular level, he was a human from the Savage World. Of course—his bloodline alone made him a demon. He was a demon, a human, and a hybrid all at the sa ti.
And a Maverick.
With a slash, he cut off his own finger and threw it out of the five-ter radius of the Dungeon around the hamster. Since he was a savage native at the molecular level now, would the World Will still burn off his cells when they moved out of the dungeons?
If it didn't, doesn't that an he could remove his dungeon weakness forever?
The small finger trailed through the sky and went outside the dungeon zone…
Will it burn?
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