"And to maintain personality while possessing Great Divine Power, the price is even greater. I don’t know how the gods of the Alien Realm do it, but if you are not the Divine King, not the Sun, in fact, you will beco just like Apep, without any sanity."
"And if a world wants to possess Wisdom, that’s just an impossibility. I don’t know if the Alien Realm has ever attempted such a thing, but as a relatively weak world, Henu instinctively tried."
"It split its Strength again and again, to the point where it could no longer be divided, then it gave birth to The Eight Primordial Spirits—however, you also know the result, it failed, because as a world, no matter how much it fragnts, its essence ends there, so it could never beco a living being."
—Whoosh—
In the Void, the consciousness began to churn tumultuously.
La seed to have realized sothing, he wanted to divide himself again.
Even if after one more reduction of Strength he might die from it, it’s still better than dying imdiately. But at this mont, he discovered sothing in despair.
The part of him that was ’La’ was actually long gone, even the last connection, those mortals’ Faith, no longer believed he was related to ’La’.
Every ounce of Strength he brought forth ca from the Absolute Void, from one of The Eight Primordial Spirits, Amon.
"Heh, don’t worry, I am not so personification of the world’s will—the world is dead, that is an indisputable fact."
With a touch of amusent, Amon let the other part of himself thrash around in all directions.
He found it amusing, like a clown dancing.
Although, for Amon, he didn’t know what a clown was.
"The world once gave the chance to have a persona, a frawork nad ’Amon’; your actions have weakened my Strength, otherwise, as a being at the peak of Great Divine Power, ’Amon’ could never have had a will."
"Of course, even so, I should not have been born, but inconveniently, you, as part of ’La’, were erased by others, and your own concept was lost—Amon relates to ’La’, but sadly, you probably have no connection anymore."
"Of course, at the very end, I must thank that Outer God. Your traitorous followers began to worship Him, and then provided with a reasonable source, a source related to ’La’—I am His rebellious Divine Child, who stole His Divine Authority, then was shattered by Him."
"You see, in this story, Atum, Ra, Amon, even the world and the Outer God, we all have our own identities and substance, only you do not. Just casually speaking, another ’’, what exactly are you?"
"You are nothing." The voice that echoed in the mind beca real, and Amon said indifferently, "You shouldn’t have existed."
"Past, present, future, all the foundations of your existence are gone, so what are you still living for?"
Without any resistance, as Amon’s voice fell, La disappeared from this world.
Because, just as he said, the mont La lost his own concept and past, without Henu, he had already lost the foundation for existence.
La beca Amon-Ra through carrying the World Power; what does that have to do with you, so entity who is unknown?
So on this day, the world of Henu lost an old God-king and gained a true Amon.
"Tsk."
"Other gods were born with consciousness, only I have just been born, yet I have mories of endless eons as unwise as a stone." Find adventures on .Côm
"How uninteresting..."
The consciousness drifted in the Void, then took the shape of a young man.
Perhaps because his persona’s birth and those mortals’ fabricated stories were sowhat similar, Amon’s new form even had a resemblance to Laine.
"’Replacent’... I still need to find a way to enter the Alien Realm. But then, those mortals have stumbled upon writing down my abilities as Scriptures?"
"Replace identity, replace Life, replace destiny—indeed, just looking at it, it resembles a Thief who steals Divine Authority. Godslayer Amon, interesting."
A smile curled at his lips, and the newly born Amon moved towards Chaos, wandering through the ’pathway’ pierced by the World Power.
The Divine of the Outer God still lingered on the remnants of Henu, and with every bit of the residual World Power that was extinguished, He could draw upon so new Power of the End to nurture the Demon Sword.
Although Amon wished to seek so amusent to relieve the tedium of his countless years as an uninteresting godly existence, he certainly did not want to beco the amusent. So, committing brazen acts, perhaps not just yet.
He’d wait until he reached the Otherworld and ’replaced’ a few more incarnations, then, it would be quite fun to provoke a few gods for sport.
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At the far end of ti and space.
Chaos, Underworld.
When the world of Henu utterly crumbled, the influence of the Otherworld followed suit.
This place, which gathered the most Primordial Gods of Chaos, was especially so.
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