Before any mage arrived, two beings stood in that place abandoned by the gods. Han and Achilles stood side by side, watching as the culmination of their years of work was completed. Both were gaining sothing insane from this situation—or at least, that was what they hoped.
Author’s note: I’ll try to get 2 chapters tomorrow and two more the next day because of the delays
The skies closed with colorless clouds—clouds made of pure laws. There was not the slightest trace of physics or anything related within them; they were simply laws in their primordial state. 99% of mages could not even sense anything from them—only those at the peak of this universe could understand.
Just as the process to beco a higher-realm mage, the process to beco a god began. The lightning bolts started to descend, each one a pure and perfect law. They did not waver, not even a single centiter in the lines of ti and space; they were simply flawless laws being hurled at a mage.
For most mages, it was sothing insane and impressive—they were literally witnessing the birth of the first god in this universe in a very long ti. But for those with a little more experience, they knew how pathetic this mont truly was.
The lightning bolts were absurdly powerful to an insane degree, but that was simply because they were divine laws in their purest state. The mage did not need to put in much effort to complete the event with all seven bolts. And once it was over, the universe declared him a god.
The heavens cast a golden lightning bolt upon him, consuming his entire existence for a few seconds, stripping him of all mortality. His law was bound to his soul, and his soul, in turn, was eternalized in such a way that it could never be placed back into the cycle of reincarnation.
As flawed as his ascension may have been…
A god was still a god.
His spiritual sense expanded across dozens of galaxies within re seconds. His mind ascended to a level that no mage should be able to reach naturally. He beca capable of performing calculations and making predictions that even Netero, with all his knowledge, was incapable of.
But that was not all.
The space around him seed to distort in reverence, and every particle of matter subtly bent to his presence. His body was no longer just a physical vessel but a living concept—a manifestation of his own law. Where he stepped, reality molded itself to his will.
He had beco immortal—but not in a trivial sense. His existence was not just eternal; it was unbreakable. If his body were destroyed, he would be reborn from the very flow of ti. If his soul were shattered, the fragnts would reunite by sheer cosmic necessity.
His voice was no longer re sound. When he spoke, his words imprinted themselves onto reality as absolute commands, capable of altering the fate of planets and entire civilizations with a single sentence.
Those who dared to look at him directly would feel the overwhelming weight of his divinity. The weak would have their minds consud by madness. The strong would involuntarily bow, crushed by the undeniable certainty that they stood before sothing far beyond human comprehension.
And, above all else, the universe itself now recognized him as a fundantal entity—a piece that could never again be removed from the grand board of existence.
He was no longer just a mage.
He was a primordial force.
That was the weight of a god in the grand sche of things. Achilles had gained much from all this. He and Han had raised this mage from nothing to the point of godhood—all for the power they would gain.
Achilles had already taken his full benefit. This event had opened doors and answered questions about fate that he could never have uncovered alone. It seed foolish, but in just a few minutes, his power had practically doubled as he gained deeper understanding of the laws of destiny.
"Thank you for everything, masters. Now, I fulfill the promise of my life."
The god bowed and let his soul drift freely into the universe. Han did not hesitate for even a second—he devoured it imdiately. After that, he and Achilles disappeared before anyone could even notice.
In a distant corner of the universe, the two reappeared—so far away that even tens of thousands of galaxies would not be enough to asure the distance. Han was completely focused on his own mind, undertaking the most difficult task of his entire life.
To convert a god’s soul into his perfect creation.
It had taken billions of years of training and planning to accomplish sothing like this. Obviously, he had not achieved it alone. Everything was due to Achilles’ plans—every detail ticulously arranged by the young man.
Han had received support from Hypnos and quickly learned about souls. His knowledge had expanded at an accelerated rate over billions of years. At this mont, he possessed three primary souls, two of which were rely supports for the main one. Each of them was equivalent to a tenth-realm mage who had ascended to demigodhood. This made Han one of the greatest hidden forces in the entire universe.
Each of his souls had been refined to the extre. And now, he was attempting one of the most insane feats possible. Han was rging all three of his souls with the god’s soul.
This would be the masterpiece of his entire life.
The process was carried out slowly. Hypnos watched intently, along with other gods.
It took several decades, but… Han succeeded.
He had done the impossible—he had caused the birth of the first divine soul in the entire universe.
A three-ter-tall mage wielding a spear appeared before him. The figure was made entirely of dark mana, streaked with shades of deep blue. His eyes resembled screaming souls, trapped in eternal despair.
"I greet the Master of Souls," the entity spoke.
Han had created a being with intelligence.
At that mont, it was as if he had drawn a line between before and after in the history of the universe.
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