About two hours before his rebirth;
Location: Realm of Death and Reincarnation.
A place filled with countless blue souls. As each soul appeared, it imdiately floated off in a different direction, seeking its destined body. They were all similar in shape—except for one. This one had a humanoid form.
"After staying in the realm of the dead for such a long ti, I am finally out," the light-blue, humanoid-like soul's voice echoed through the boundless darkness.
The blue humanoid soul had a glowing body, white eyes, and white hair. It looked exactly like a human—except that its flesh had been replaced with radiant, ethereal light. Its body shimred like a fla made of liquid light, untouchable by any physical object.
Around it, countless blue halo-shaped souls drifted in the void, illuminating the endless expanse. Yet only this soul retained full consciousness, and only it had a humanoid shape.
The other souls couldn't see, hear, or even sense what was happening around them—except for him, of course.
"Now I just need to find a pregnant vessel... one who recently had a miscarriage, and still ets my requirents," its voice echoed again, cold yet calm.
The soul vanished—reappearing high above a civilized world filled with science and advanced technology. Its white eyes gazed down at the bustling world below.
From the soul's perspective, countless blue spherical souls floated just centiters above the surface of the world. Every so often, one of them would blink red.
The red-blinking ones were either in imdiate danger... or destined to die within the day.
To the normal human eye, everything looked ordinary: people going about their daily lives.
So were buying groceries. So were in their offices, doing business. So were cooking, eating. Others were having car accidents, plane crashes... so having sex and f*cking themselves silly—just doing what mortals do.
'Sigh.'
"The Mortal Plane and its problems. The na of this world is Ludeaus, huh? No one ets my criteria. What was I even expecting?" the humanoid soul muttered before disappearing again.
More scenes followed—him appearing and disappearing across different planets of the Mortal Plane. Each ti, he found nothing.
After visiting every planet in that vast plane, he found nothing.
"Now let's check the Cultivation Plane 1!"
He searched. Still, nothing.
"Cultivation Plane 2..."
"...3..."
...
Cultivation Plane 99989...
"The last Cultivation Plane—yet no one ets my criteria!" the soul exclaid in growing frustration.
'Let go to the Mana Worlds. The world of mages. Maybe there's sothing useful there,' the soul thought, vanishing once more.
"Dracula World... nothing."
Vanishes.
"Oscuro World... still nothing."
Gone.
"Draconic World... N—othing!!!"
Gone.
After countless appearances and disappearances, he still found nothing.
"Why are those souls so hard to find? After all these years... extinct? And I didn't even notice?"
His light flared with rage, glowing brighter and brighter—so bright that even the drifting souls around him flickered in response.
'Let visit the world of the annoying god Nox—the Aura World in Cultivation Plane 5, giving him a huge blow should be enough to appease .'
"If that's not enough, I'll deal with the most irritating galaxy next. That traitor god—the sub-god of Zeus—is guarding it now. Best ti to eliminate them."
He vanished. His voice echoed behind him like a fading curse.
He appeared on a red planet and peered down, his blue eyes twitching.
This ti, he focused on the physical—not the spiritual.
Below, more than a zillion people lived. Millions of sects, each with powerful sect leaders. A quarter of the world was at war—chaos, fighting, cultivators clashing. The skies burned with aura flas, and the earth cracked from endless battles.
More than half the population was indulging in sex and dual cultivation. Countless beautiful won and handso prodigies enjoying themselves—blissfully unaware of how close they were to death.
It wasn't the mortals themselves that annoyed him. It was their god.
One of the gods responsible for his suffering before death. And he wasn't going to let that grievance go unanswered.
The humanoid soul stared coldly at the world... then raised his hand.
A light-blue beam shot forth.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
The explosion lasted just five seconds. Then the world was gone.
As if it never existed.
All the souls vanished—only to reappear as countless blue spheres, floating where the planet used to be.
They drifted... toward the Realm of the Dead.
"Unfortunate souls... Born in the world of Nox. You're lucky I gave you another chance. Maybe in your next life, you'll be given better chances," the soul muttered.
He could have made them hear him... but that would only cause chaos in their fragile souls. Not worth it.
"I'm still not satisfied. I'll go to the World of Da. I can't miss this chance to weaken him."
'Too bad Zeus' own universe is hidden so deeply—even I can't find it in my current state.'
He vanished. A powerful presence had begun approaching, but he ignored it.
In that space, a black, inky-looking god appeared where Deus once stood.
His face pale as he realized... his galaxy was no more.
"Who did this?!" he roared, furious.
His voice shook the very fabric of that dinsion.
But Deus had already erased every trace of his presence. Nox would find nothing.
anwhile, the soul floated through space again. Staring at a galaxy—bright with stars, worlds, and cosmic beasts the size of planets.
'So this is Da's world? I wonder what his face will look like... once it's gone.'
His heart burned with vengeance. He hadn't forgotten his goal.
"Obliterate."
One word—and the galaxy was no more.
No aftermath. No debris. Just silence.
He didn't want space junk littering the beautiful void, so he erased everything before the explosion even finished.
And he did the sa again. And again.
Each ti, the fire of revenge cooled slightly in his heart.
Until, finally... the soul floated once more—calr now.
'Here it is. It's not enough, but... I've found the slight peace of mind I needed. Hmm... now that I think about it—what about that world I saved from destruction, 83 years ago?'
At this point, the soul no longer blazed brightly. Its glow had returned to that calm, soft light—the sa as when it left the Realm of the Dead.
It seems... when angered, the soul blazes.
When at peace... it shines a low light.
It disappeared again—warping through dinsions to a special plane.
Then appeared once more.
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