Sol stayed silent, digesting the information he had just received. Chaos and Order, the two highest goddesses in this world and those who were publicly known as the creators.

  For all their powers, the two goddesses were shrouded in deep mysteries. The ambiguity of their existence resulted in very few people directly worshiping them. Even the Wings of Freedom who waved the flag of Chaos and its subsidiaries prayed to Ymir. Meanwhile, people of the Mortal Realm prayed to one of the fourteen goddesses or a pair of the twin goddesses.

  Sol had many questions regarding them, one of which was why they remained asleep for so long.

  “I don't know why or how Eve went through the road of separation. The process is extremely dangerous. Due to the opposing concepts the two selves hold, they are more likely to fight each other than cooperate. But the situation is what it is.” Adam intoned, his voice carrying hints of indifference and apathy. It was hard to reconcile his current emotions with the information that Eve was supposed to be his beloved wife.

  “Well, either way, I can’t tell you much more about her. What I can tell you is that, after my Death, Eve should have become the de facto Guardian of this universe. She has the highest authority and her words dictate fate. But this authority was split. Weakening the Crystal wall and allowing the possibility for intruders to enter through a specific means.”

  “… Reincarnation?”

  “Bingo. You are pretty smart, as expected of me.” Adam grinned. “There are various ways to enter a universe. But you see, universes don’t like intruders and make sure to suppress them as much as possible. A foreign god entering a universe might become only as strong as a demigod, and this suppression worsens the stronger the universe and its World Will. According to my estimate, if a foreign god tried to enter my universe they would only be able to project the power of a King realm. Even the gods of the Prime Universe can’t escape this suppression.”

  Unbridled pride echoed off in Adam’s voice, he made no effort to hide it. Forced to live in a soul body for so long, it seemed he wanted to feel good by bragging about his accomplishments, even if a little.

  “To avoid this suppression, the best way is Reincarnation. Going through the cycle of life and death in the new universe and getting imprinted by it. In a way, I guess you could say it’s not unlike getting a permanent Visa or a Naturalization. The currently ruling goddesses have been abusing this system, it seems. They took souls from the Prime Universe and brought them here, allowing them to reincarnate into my universe.”

  The smug smile hanging on Adam’s face twitched as he mentioned the shenanigans of the goddesses. Those girls were reckless. They were lucky that no foreign gods had managed to slip through their recruitment and reincarnate in this universe. However, there was another dimension to it. Most gods were wise, thus, they did not dare intrude into his universe even after his supposed death.

  It went without saying that they knew very well how much of a headache provoking Adam would yield.

  He started to doubt the circumstances behind Sol’s reincarnation in this universe. Some of the gods might have guessed that Sol's previous life was related to Adam so when Luxuria searched for a soul they could have made sure to send Sol to get rid of a possible time bomb, so to speak.

  Adam explained his speculation to Sol which only left him speechless.

  “You are me. But the version of you as a human definitely would have never succeeded in controlling End. The only possible result was you going berserk and destroying the Prime Universe. Who knows, perhaps one of the gods even has a hand in your death.”

  “This…” Sol did not know what to feel about this piece of information. Should he be happy? Sad? Angry? In the end, he chose to sigh. The speculations were, ultimately, just that— speculations. There was no need to worsen his mood by ruminating on this topic.

  “Well. I believe I have more or less told you everything of importance. However, you are still far away from grasping such concepts. You now understand why sometimes wise people withhold information, right? Knowing all this doesn’t mean you can do anything about it— nothing changes.”

  “So now, let me give you a piece of information that will affect you and your future path.” Adam waved his hand and one of those universes appeared closer. From this distance, it looked more like an egg than a planet.

  “Let’s resume things where we left off. I have told you about the existence of innumerable universes. But how are those universes born? The thing is… All verses have a specific creator. You must know the legend of Pangu and how he separated Heaven and Earth, right? It’s something similar albeit.”

  Adam caressed the egg with a gentle expression, “Some individuals are born with what I call a seed or an egg. The embryonic forms of a verse. Those individuals are beloved by destiny and hold infinite potential. Potential high enough to give birth to a new universe. I was such an individual. I called my Seed The World. Back then, I would have never guessed how accurate it was.”

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  He chuckled then pointed at Sol, “You also have a seed inside you. What you call the Mirror Dimension or the Inverse World. But your seed is quite different from mine. Because it was affected by the laws of this universe, it became like a dimension and thus mirrored many laws of my universe. Normally this would have been pretty bad. But you were lucky. After all, it copied My universe.”

  Adam laughed. Normally, a seed should have had nothing. Only pure chaotic energy. Then once the creator started the beginning of time, new laws could be made to house the creator’s ideal world.

  Back when he was a mortal, Adam’s seed, [The World, developed a path that incorporated the laws of the Prime Universe. To do that Adam had to fundamentally learn all the core laws that bound the Prime Universe— Gravity, Time, Space, Electromagnetism, Strong Nuclear Force, Weak Nuclear Force, and innumerable branches that shot off from the fundamental laws. Just remembering all the efforts he put into this made him want to barf.

  He even went further and incorporated the laws of Dream and Reality, thus invoking the power of Legends.

  This was the reason the main planet of the Mortal Realm was so similar to Earth in the Prime universe.

  This was also why Names and Legends from Earth had so much influence in this universe, thus capable of making Kings, Demigods, and even Gods.

  “You are different, and I must say, I am quite jealous.”

  Was it because Sol and Adam shared the same soul origin? Or perhaps because of some unexpected influence? Adam could not say. But in the end, while Adam had to build everything from scratch, Sol was able to start with a full-on template and a world filled with completed laws.

  “Of course, everything isn’t without consequence. Because you started in such a way, your control over your Universe is extremely minimal. Not to mention, your universe doesn’t have a spark of life or a World Will. A dead universe that is nothing more than a copy of a copy. At your current level, this might seem powerful and it truly is. But after you taste the true power of Fate, you will be able to realize the limits of your powers.”

  Adam was not trying to insult Sol. He simply stated things as they were. Sol’s dimension was just that— a dimension, an ideal superimposed on reality rather than a reality in itself. If nothing changed, the highest level it could reach would be something similar to a Divine Territory. This was perhaps the lousiest result someone who had a seed could reach.

  “But fear not. You have three different options to choose from.” Adam raised three fingers, “The first is to do nothing. Really, you don’t need to do anything. It isn’t like you seek to become the strongest. As long as you have no plan of ever leaving this universe what does the strength of your seed even matter? I am sure that you will be able to reach a level similar to Ymir and even surpass her. But that's about it. Don’t even dream of fighting Eve. Even if she split her soul and body, she is still this World's Guardian. The apex of this world’s existence.”

  Sol frowned but continued to listen. If possible, he didn’t wish to fight Order or Chaos. But leaving his future to the whim of those two crazy goddesses felt unwise.

  “What about options two and three?” Sol asked.

  “Your second option is to completely separate your universe from mine and start everything from scratch. It will be painful and it will take time, perhaps billions of years really. You will fall into a deep slumber as you fuse with the Origin of the universe in order to bring a new Beginning and ignite Light and Life. This way has 100% chances of success and zero dangers.”

  “But…?” Sol knew there was always a but in this kind of situation.

  “But you will also become a foreigner to my universe. I think as a Creator you will be considered the highest level of enemy by my universe so even entering back will be nigh impossible. As for your women or should I say the women who manage to survive by the time you succeed in creating your verse, well, they will also become foreigners in the universe you create. The only way to not face continuous suppression will be for them to die and reincarnate in your universe.”

  Adam chuckled, “But I know you. There is no way you would choose this option. You should know more than anyone what reincarnation truly means.”

  Sol nodded. Reincarnation was not changing one’s body. One would never be the same after reincarnating, even if they managed to keep all of their memories. This applied to Sol, and the same would happen to his women. Sol would never choose this option unless he was left with no choice.

  “So, this leaves us with option three. You already have the gist but you need to think bigger. Grow your dimension, strengthen it to the highest level possible, and finally— fuse it with my own universe. Wrestle control from Eve and the goddesses and stand as the new Almighty God King!”

  Adam opened his arm wide in a dramatic fashion, shouting those words with emotion as if he could already see the epic battle on the horizon.

  Sol sighed, nonplussed. He could see that Adam was having too much fun with his theatrics. “You already knew that I wouldn’t take the first two options. Why not start from here?”

  “Hahaha. What can I say, I like drama after all. They didn’t call me The Magician for nothing. So, what will you choose?” Winking at Sol, Adam asked with bated breath, eyes twinkling with mischief.

  “Is there any need to ask?” Sol stood up and sauntered away from the gate. “I guess I need to add Universal Conquest to my list of things to do.”

  His voice was calm, but his decision was made. He had already planned to steal the Mortal Realm. So, things didn’t change all things considered.

  The target only became bigger… Much, much bigger.

  On the fiery battlefield of Hell, where unimaginable chaos and unending torment reigned supreme, a lone figure stood resolute on his ground. His golden eyes, adorned with star-shaped pupils, shimmered with an otherworldly radiance. Clad in armor forged from the essence of the celestial bodies illuminating the universe, he emanated an aura of almighty power and unequivocal purpose.

  Before his lonesome figure, inside the void of malefic darkness, stretched an army of demons and devils of uncountable proportions— their grotesque forms twisted and contorted in their wickedness and malice. The stench of sulfur and brimstone filled the air, mingling with the heat and smoke that abound in the infernal realms of hell.

  Undeterred by the overwhelming odds against him, the man's gaze remained steady and unwavering as he looked at the ever-growing army in front of him, displaying total indifference and apathy in his expressions and emotions.

  In fact, instead of him showing any signs of fear, it was the spawns of hell that began to show signs of retreating at his presence.

  They knew him— and they knew of his overwhelming might.

  It did not matter if they managed to take him down here and now…

  Not only would he not die, but they were the ones at risk of being exterminated once he eventually returned. For he always returned, no matter what…

  For the first time, the devils understood what humans must have felt like when facing them in the human world.

  Despite their fear, they could not flee. Their orders were absolute. No one could defy the Princes of Hell, and the Prince of Gluttony had ordered them to fight till they won or died.

  The demon horde charged, their deafening roars reverberating through the fiery abyss, encouraging themselves to fight for their lives and their continued existence. Those who were the fastest, those that reached the man first among their brethren— their claws and weapons clashed against the man's impenetrable armor, sending sparks flying in every possible direction. With each strike of his foes, he merely countered with swift and precise movements.

  It was a beautiful but deadly sight.

  The golden-eyed warrior moved with grace and purpose, guided by an otherworldly power that only he was tuned with. He unleashed a torrent of energy, channeling the celestial forces within him with overwhelming grace and indomitable might.

  Every time he swung his sword, tens, hundreds, and even thousands of infernal spawns would get slashed, hacked, carved, sliced, and annihilated in body, mind, and soul.

  The ground shook beneath his feet as he carved a path of destruction through the ranks of the demonic legion.

  But the demons, driven by an insatiable hunger for chaos and destruction, fought with savage desperation in each of their charges. They swarmed around the golden-eyed warrior, trying to overwhelm him with their sheer numbers and feral ferocity… to no avail, of course.

  Drawing upon his inner strength, the man unleashed a blinding burst of light that tore through the demon horde with irresistible force and unimaginable might. The battlefield shook and the subsequent screams of defeated demons echoed throughout the infernal realms of hell.

  As the dust settled, silence enveloped the entire battlefield. The golden-eyed warrior stood amidst the aftermath of his triumph, his eyes indifferent and just as apathetic as the moment the battle started— his body completely unscathed and exuding an aura of infallibility. The remnants of the demonic army lay scattered around him, defeated and vanquished.

  "Did you see?" For the first time, he spoke. His voice was hoarse, as though this had been the first time he had spoken in years, perhaps even decades.

  "This is how you use it."

  His words were surprising, as there was simply no one close to him who could hear those soft, raspy words.

  To whom could he be speaking right now?

  As if those few words had been more than he wanted to share, he began to walk again on his endless trail of destruction and rampage.

  "If it's not enough for you, I just need to kill till it is." He was indifferent.

  The warrior walked in a slow and steady rhythm, his steps producing no sounds. His eyes calm like a deep lake; as if he was not in Hell but rather a place that posed no threat to him.

  Though he had fallen into Hell because of Azazel's trap and might face one of the notorious Princes of Hell very soon, he did not feel that to be a problem. He saw it more as an opportunity to teach him.

  In this place, he was not the one being imprisoned.

  They were the ones who were imprisoned here with him.

  He did not try to find an exit from the infernal realms, nor did he do not need to. They would chase him out the moment they realized how foolish they had been to clash against him.

  Time passed and the massacre continued,

  From simple imps to immense behemoths, nothing could last against his blade of destined death. And every time he finished his massacre, he would stop and ask someone only he knew the existence of.

  "Did you understand?"

  Though he never received an answer, he would continue to fight.

  Until finally...

  It came.

  ? Beelzebub ?

  The Lord of the Flies… The Prince of Gluttony.

  One of the top three Princes of Hell.

  For the first time, the man's emotions shifted by the slightest margins. An ambiguous glint flashing in his eyes.

  But it was not fear.

  Soon, a maniacal grin threatened to split his face in half as his blood roared with battle intent. Finally, he prepared for a battle that could truly satisfy him.

  In his long and eternal existence— only battles could bring a sense of life inside his empty shell, and fighting against a powerful being who might be able to put him down once and for all made his blood boil like never before.

  The only sad thing was that it was just a projection. No prince would walk out of their kingdom with their true body.

  But perhaps it would be enough to finally give him peace? He doubted it.

  "They say you can devour everything."

  He walked. Slowly at first, but his speed progressively increased, faster and faster, until only a flash of light could be seen trailing towards the projection of the Infernal Prince.

  "Then, will you be able to devour this curse of mine, oh Lord of the Flies!?"

  What followed was nothing short of an epic battle between two celestial entities that had long surpassed the limits of what mortal eyes deemed possible of witnessing.

  For seven days and seven nights, they fought.

  Sadly for the warrior, a projection could never hope to bring him down. The Prince of Hell was simply too weak.

  As plain and simple as that.

  ———

  The melodious yet bothersome sounds of the birds chirping aloud, without a care in the world, began resonating throughout as the majestic sun slowly dawned upon the world.

  On a large bed, with a relatively luxurious wooden frame, a rather interesting sight could be seen were there to be any onlookers.

  Two people, a handsome young man, and an equally beautiful, mature woman could be seen entwined in each other's embrace, completely naked from head to toe. Their breathing was even and calm.

  The state of the room, and the smell permeating throughout, clearly indicated that what happened last night was not something a minor should be allowed to witness or even become privy to.

  The young black-haired man was a sight to behold, regardless of the gender of the beholder.

  His calm sleeping form seemed to be disturbed somehow as he began shifting uncomfortably in the bed. The sheets covering his naked body started squirming, a telltale sign of the struggle his body must've been undergoing underneath.

  Finally, his eyes trembled briefly before he got up abruptly with a look of horror and panic marring his handsome features.

  He swiftly placed his right hand on his chest and felt his wildly beating heart drumming against his chest. At the same time, he continued to take deep breaths in order to calm himself down.

  This cumbersome state of his lasted for a few seconds before he finally released a deep sigh full of lethargy.

  "I had that nightmare again..."

  Adam murmured as he scanned the room briefly before remembering that he wasn’t inside his room right now. Then again, it should have been pretty evident by now if one knew of his living circumstances.

  Sweeping his hair to the sides, soaked with sweat due to his previous state of fear and anxiety inflicted on him by his nightmares, he looked at the brown-haired woman sleeping peacefully next to him.

  It seemed that they had been too tired after all those straining exercises they conducted over the bed and just fell asleep without bothering to take a bath. This was not the first time it had happened, though, so he was already quite used to this sticky and uncomfortable state.

  A few minutes later, after he had finally managed to calm his tense nerves, he could feel the sheets beginning to move again, clearly, the other party was stirring awake from her deep slumber as well.

  Ugh

  His eyes shifted to the groaning woman, as her eyes fluttered open.

  "Slept well?" Adam asked.

  Sarah gave him the stink eye when he asked her that question. They both knew he was the reason she was feeling so tired and sore in the first place. She was sure that inquiry was made with the explicit desire to tease the hell out of her, and she would die before giving him the satisfaction of pulling it off.

  Stifling a yawn, she stretched out, causing the sheet covering her sinful body to fall, showing off her magnificent breasts and luscious curves.

  "What time is it?" She asked, still groggy.

  Looking at the clock on the wall, Adam’s eyes twinkled with blatant amusement as he answered, mirth evident in his tone.

  "Seven-thirty. Seems like you will be late today."

  "Shit!"

  All sense of drowsiness vanished from her face. Giving him the middle finger, she stood up and bolted out of the bed to rush towards the shower at lightning speeds, her voice trailing behind her as she uttered her complaints to him from the shower.

  "I swear that if I am late, I will deduct some of your points!"

  The sound of water flowing down the shower immediately followed after the door was closed behind her.

  Laughing at her half-hearted threats, Adam debated having another quick romp under the shower with her. His growing lust and his sense of responsibility warred each other to death. To his utter chagrin, however, responsibility won in the end. He couldn’t delay Sarah.

  Thirty minutes later, Sarah was prepared for work.

  Her attire consisted of a black suit over a ruffled white shirt and a short black-colored, gray-striped pencil skirt that just reached above her knees, as well as a pair of brown thigh-high stockings with a garter belt that was still well hidden by her relatively skimpy pencil skirt.

  Her long brown hair was tied into a proper bun, and her rectangular black-rimmed glasses gave her a rather strict and mean look. Nothing like the wild one she had while moaning under him just the night before. It was always entertaining how people could change the overall impression they gave off with just a few adjustments in their clothes and accessories.

  Straightening her suit after making sure everything was proper, she asked him with a mischievous look,

  "How do I look?" She asked, giving a small twirl.

  Giving a thumbs-up, Adam said jokingly, "You don't look like you were fucked by your student if that was worrying you."

  “I will take it as you saying that I am beautiful and perfect.” She ignored his teasing words and inspected herself once again before giving a nod of satisfaction. “Indeed. Perfect. As always.”

  Walking toward the door of the bedroom, she peeked one last time over her shoulder.

  "Don't forget to lock the door before leaving. Also, if you are late for my class in the afternoon, I will deduct your points, okay?."

  "See you in class, Professor Sarah"

  Looking at her swaying round buttocks, which dared a man to cop a feel of it by its scintillating motions, as she went away, Adam pondered a little before walking toward the shower.

  He had breakfast to make for his tenants, after all. So might as well get it out of the way.