Chapter 74: Strains of the Boundary and Schoolyard Plots
Kwaaaang!
The Boundary. The divine battlefield where existence and non-existence mingled. A massive explosion erupted there.
The blast, infused with tremendous Creation Force and divine power, hurtled toward the Void beyond the Boundary. In its wake, countless planets and stars sprang into being. It was a grand manifestation of creation.
“Hoo!”
Cross, principal of Allei School, grinned as he sheathed his golden greatsword. He was the one who had just unleashed that massive creation.
Having fought on the front lines against the Void for ages, honing his Creation Force, he specialized not in delicate crafting but in these large-scale feats. What he had just done was summon thousands upon tens of thousands of massive planets in a single stroke. A power so domineering it truly befitted a god.
Gazing at his golden greatsword, he murmured,
“I'm finally regaining my old touch.”
Cross glanced around. Low-rank and mid-rank combat gods and creation gods surrounded him, all pouring their power into repelling the Void.
He muttered,
“We're definitely short on creation gods.”
He had closely observed the front lines over the past few days. The gods were holding strong. They expended divine power and Creation Force to push back the Void bit by bit, while combat gods repelled the occasional Ma-shin Clan intruders. Morale was high, skills solid. There shouldn't have been any issues.
If it were before.
“The universe's expansion is accelerating too much.”
Even now, the universe's outskirts ballooned at an insane speed, far beyond light speed. That was why things were getting tougher. Beating back the Void, filling the empty spaces to stave off doom—it all grew harder.
Cross furrowed his brow.
“At this rate, we might have to conscript apprentice gods from 'above.'”
Apprentice gods—students in the midst of growth at school, dragged into battle against the Void. No god wanted that. Those who should be building divine power and skills for the future, thrown into danger? It might quench the immediate fire, but long-term, it was a loss.
Yet margins were shrinking. The shortage of creation gods was growing dire.
'They'll summon rear-line creation gods first. But if that doesn't turn the tide... we might really have to call up the apprentices.'
Countless creation gods still governed realms in the rear. Pulling them to the front could buy time. But if even that failed, school gods would be next.
As principal, Cross hoped it wouldn't come to that.
“I hope it doesn't get that bad.”
Gripping his golden greatsword, he stared into the distant darkness beyond the Boundary, where the Void rippled.
[All things exist.]
Kim Jihun recited the great divine incantation. A creation light far more brilliant and warm than usual flooded his subspace.
Right now, he was training creation by borrowing Asria's divine power. The Creator God Manual was in his left hand, his right pressed to her back.
He thought,
'Come to think of it, for the heart circuits, touching her back is enough.'
A few days ago, he'd placed his hand on her chest to circulate her divine power circuits. At the time, he hadn't thought it odd—heart meant chest, a vague assumption clouding his judgment.
But inwardly, he regretted it.
'Still, Asria's breasts felt amazing.'
Soft, full, springy. Creating while fondling them! Every male god's dream.
But after she objected, no more chances.
-Hold on. If you're infusing divine power into my heart, you can do it from my back!
Since then, opportunities vanished. Jihun smacked his lips.
'I wanna touch them again...'
No force intended, but curiosity lingered. Lately, with her cooperation, he'd been using her circuits. They were incredible—far higher creations with less divine power and Creation Force.
Thus, greed for faster rank-up surged.
'If I become a high-level god soon, I can craft even better.'
So, he planned to blitz through mid-level school's promotion trials. Arrogant to others, but he had confidence.
'Mid-level promotion is 'material creation.' My specialty.'
Mid-level promotions pitted creation: quantity of Creation Force, quality of craft. Top scorer advances to high-level.
Jihun was sure.
'I've mastered material creation perfectly!'
True. No more to learn there. His achievements let him craft artifacts freely. Victory assured.
He couldn't wait for mid-level school. But now, focus on training.
[All things exist.]
His great incantation echoed again.
“Hngh!”
Asria shuddered. The reason for her moan and trembling?
'The stimulation's too intense.'
Each time Jihun's divine power entered her, sexual pleasure washed over her body. Not as fierce as the first time—her circuits were now clean, habituated.
But sensitivity lingered.
'That mortal's divine power is too pure.'
Yes. Jihun's pristine power was the issue. A normal god's wouldn't stimulate. But as former Ma-shin, starved for pure divine feel, her body craved it, turning influxes to ecstasy.
'Damn...!'
She bit her lip to stifle moans. But pleasure persisted.
“Kuh, hngh!”
Power swirled her circuits. She jolted like electrocuted, mind blanking white.
Waves of ecstasy threatened madness.
“Haa!”
As she nearly cried out,
“Let's call it for today. Good work, Asria.”
Jihun ended training. She bit harder, enduring.
“~~!!”
Last one—she clamped shut, blocking breath. Like bearing agony, suppressing pleasure screams.
Oblivious, Jihun said calmly,
“Alright. Time to head back to Earth.”
He lifted his hand. But Asria shook her head vigorously.
Puzzled, Jihun asked,
“What's up? Wanna stay here?”
“...Just... a bit... rest... here.”
Choppy, strained. Jihun frowned,
“Why so exhausted? ...Whoa, you look wrecked.”
Her state alarmed him: flushed ears, quivering eyelids, chaotic pupils.
“That bad? Want me to heal with biological creation?”
“...No... need.”
“Stubborn. Rest up, then come to Earth and sleep. Dimensional gate stays open.”
With that, Jihun portaled to Earth.
Confirming gone, Asria unleashed held-back moans.
“Haak! Haah!”
Hasty hands yanked down her skirt's panties—drenched, glistening flood. Sticky mess.
A normal mortal would've smelled it. Lucky her divine body: odorless, colorless fluids. Undetected.
She flung panties aside, collapsing, fingers diving to her core.
A light rub, and dam broke—pent-up pleasure cascaded.
“~~~!!!”
Dizzying bliss shot up her spine. Fiercer than ever from endurance. Mind spun.
Wave after wave. Eyes rolled back, hips bucked wildly.
“Hng, haat!”
Countless climaxes later, she sprawled fully, spent. Lust sated, she passed out.
Asria returned to Earth much later.
“He's coming next week.”
Several mid-level gods huddled, plotting about the new mid-level from mortals: Kim Jihun.
They schemed to lynch him.
“Ricot, your realm has that pain amplification artifact, right? Bring it.”
“Got it.”
“Karla, you're weakest in combat, so stand watch. Block Leila especially. No point pissing off a high creation god's direct descendant.”
“Yeah.”
Meticulous planning. He'd topped deathmatch promotion, so countermeasures.
Ralph reviewed, confident.
“Perfect. He's done for.”
Solid logic: pain amp artifact, five mid-levels vs. greenhorn.
“Hahaha! Can't wait for next week!”
They grinned, victory certain.