The Origin's True Form Awakens
The Spirit Realm war is on! Go go go go go go! Wooooooooooong!
The triangle within the original form began to rotate endlessly and expand. The title of Origin literally meant the beginning and foundation of all things. For living beings, it signified potential. For gods, however, it represented the limit of their growth. Direct descendants of Creator Gods could become Main Gods relatively easily, but for others it was extremely difficult and was called the shackle of one’s birth. That very limit was now fluctuating violently and rapidly beginning to expand.
Gwoooooooo—!
The circular pattern of the title symbolized the most stable form and protected the self from the world. It maintained one’s ego as the mightiest barrier. The triangle represented the effort of stacking achievement upon achievement like mountains rising from flat ground. In the past, when he had crushed every being who possessed a true title and reclaimed those titles, the mark of the great entity that had survived until the final moment, forged an unprecedented colossal force across the universe, and resisted to the end now began to activate.
‘The authority supporting the divine race of the highest divine realm, the effect of Sangharama’s Garam title, and even the law creation exerted by Dimensional Authority are all overlapping, bestowing blessings upon every god in every divine realm.’
Boom! Boooooooom!
The Dimensional Creator Candidate suddenly felt ecstasy pierce his entire body and realized he had transformed and ascended. Everyone stared at the Main God of the Divine Realm’s changed appearance with wide, shocked eyes.
The mark of Origin had grown large enough to cover his whole body. It rotated endlessly as if announcing its existence to the world, and its form was identical to that of the Absolute Being who had fought against every faction in the Absolute Realm in the distant past before falling. Yet in the center of the triangle, a blurry figure appeared.
It was a tiny fragment of memory belonging to the one being who, even after every other Absolute Being with a true title had fallen and submitted their marks, had staked everything and fought to the bitter end before being erased from this universe. Feeling its title reactivated, the fragment smiled faintly and spoke with self-mocking laughter.
“In the end, even that final promise to restore it someday has been kept? As expected of Jinri. A true strong one does not discard even the one-sided promise of a defeated weakling, does he? From where I stand the present is not satisfactory, yet the future is not disappointing either. You will survive without giving up until the very end and grow endlessly stronger. Thus, though you will not surpass anyone in particular, you will eventually stand above them all. Therefore, though you receive no one’s respect, you live on eternally believing that day will one day arrive. This is the successor I truly desired. To you who endures any reality for the sake of a happy future, I grant my title. Origin exists only for those who persevere and strive. And to the one who claimed to be the eternal god rather than the king we proposed… In the end, since I could not surpass you, I acknowledge it cleanly. Perhaps you were right after all. But I wonder if my own successor will acknowledge you? No—at your current absurdly weak level, you will probably lie flat on the ground and beg for your life, won’t you? That seems certain. Still, do not let your guard down. The moment my successor surpasses both you and the power of the Wind Family, the tables will turn. It will come in some future, I suppose? Or perhaps not. My successor is so weak that death would be the end. For my successor to be this uncertain…?”
With that laughter, the fragment of will was completely absorbed into the triangular mark and began to change it. The triangle grew larger than the circle and burst outward as if exploding from the world. Then, like a pattern fixed in empty space, a colorless triangular mark fully revealed itself centered on his head, with a circle engraved inside it. It now completely rejected protection from the world and revealed itself fully.
Thud! Fwaaaaaah—!
At last the fully restored title of Origin revealed its true form and began imprinting its laws. However, the Dimensional Creator Candidate made a grim face at the message left behind by the fragment of will from the past Origin Absolute and cursed inwardly.
Damn it! I don’t know which era that Absolute Being came from, but he has no idea what age this is.
The time when he swept away all the title-bearing Absolute Beings was the very beginning of the distant past. Now was the era of the unified Master Universe he had created. Out of the 999 confirmed Master Universes, 498 had applied for permanent existence under him, and a desperate battle was still raging in the 499th Master Universe.
He didn’t even step forward himself. He simply recycled the losers he created into the Substitute Race, and this is the result. Yet what could a mere insignificant being at the very bottom of such a Master Universe possibly do? Even now, if any being above a Creator God of the 499th Master Universe appeared, I wouldn’t have much confidence in winning. And the current universe is filled with countless such entities.
This was no longer an age where the Origin beings of divine races weaker than the 500th Master Universe could act arrogantly. In the end, it was nothing but the nonsense of an outdated Absolute Being from a previous generation.
Just disappear already—! As expected of a loser. Who would fight him? In what lifetime? And who would acknowledge whom? I don’t even have the luxury to evaluate others; just surviving with these people is enough to make me want to die. On top of that, merely completing the conditions of the contract I made with him makes me want to vomit. The moment I become a Creator God capable of creating a Main God Star, I’ll throw everything away, lock myself in the Survival Magic Tower, and focus on completing 11th Circle magic. Only strength will sustain me.
He lightly stamped “loser” on his predecessor, completely ignored the message, and checked the changed title.
Fortunately there’s almost no other change. The only difference is that the title’s effect has shifted from individual to collective.
The effect that had applied only to himself could now be applied to a group. Yet he felt complicated, unsure whether this was good or bad.
The potential enhancement authority of the Origin title has become wide-area. This is big trouble.
Every being within the reach of the Origin title’s authority would receive the effect of potential reinforcement. It could not compare to the recent act of killing the primordial War God, strengthening his authority and divinity, and reviving him, but it could be distributed fairly.
If the gods of my divine realm grow stronger, it will be good when thinking about the upcoming certification battles.
But the moment he saw the battle management goddesses busily examining the changed pattern of his title, his head began to throb.
The reinforced divine realm members are all rebels who can’t forget the previous era of the Main God of the Divine Realm and might rebel at any time…
When he saw the Spirit Realm Main Gods and Spirit God Kings whose eyes had become round at the greatly heightened Dimensional Authority, he let out a sigh.
They’re the troublemakers who ruined a perfectly good divine realm and a bunch of defeatists? One wrong move and the whole divine realm will collapse.
Seeing the Otherworld spirit gods gripping their divine weapons tightly without relaxing their guard made strength naturally enter his eyes.
There are also these good-for-nothing bastards who won’t be any help at all.
When he saw the divine beast gods looking around curiously at the now incomparably more luxurious and enormous divine realm, all energy left his body.
Even clumsy spies are part of the ruling class? My dimensional divine realm is running so well. These people are supposed to be the highest Main Gods of the Divine Realm Management and the Round Table? It’s a miracle they haven’t self-destructed yet.
More than half of the highest gods sitting here either lacked physical bodies or, even if they had them, were little more than bubbles inflated by faith with almost no real substance. They could not be trusted at all. On top of that, each faction was completely organized around worship of their original Main God of the Divine Realm rather than following him, so he could not even touch them.
The only ones I can somewhat trust are Gaiana, the God of Knowledge, and the primordial War Gods, which is why I pushed them forward like this, but I wonder if they can endure.
In the future he would have to balance the forces that had become skewed toward the spirit gods. He also needed measures for the spirit gods without physical bodies and the existing weak gods who possessed almost no innate divine power and relied solely on their believers. If the Main God Star were ever destroyed at this rate, the divine realm itself would perish.
No matter how strong the Main God Star is, once this military force begins to run wild it will become dangerous. The slightest carelessness will cause disaster. In the end, I have no choice but to prescribe strong medicine again.
He began by dealing with the spirit gods below Main God rank.
“All spirit gods without physical bodies shall enter their personal temples and form bodies first using the vitality they receive. The price will be accepted in the form of loyalty to the divine realm.”
When he distributed the necessary amount of Cosmic Tree sap to every spirit god and they knelt to receive it, he clicked his tongue.
To me, a War God who must always risk his life in battle, this kind of contractual loyalty given in exchange for compensation is meaningless anyway.
He had personally witnessed how the loyalty the previous Main God of the Divine Realm had purchased with divine power ultimately collapsed the moment someone else offered a higher price.
My path, just as the past Origin Absolute said, does not have a bright future waiting. As long as I remain a god of the divine realm, the damn label of “mage god from the Middle World” will only fade somewhat once I become a Creator God. Until then, I must walk across a blade-thin tightrope and battlefields where even the strong can lose their lives at any moment. And that is true even without the coercion or schemes of the Main Divine Realm, simply to gather the 80 trillion promotion fee.
A Main God of the Divine Realm who treated his subordinates well could earn favor, but the moment their lives were on the line, those subordinates would have no choice but to rely on the Main Gods of their respective factions.
The stronger the heads of each faction become, the more isolated my position within the divine realm will grow. And yet my Origin title has just been changed from individual to wide-area by the trick left behind by that past Absolute Being’s will.
The gods of the divine realm would experience development and potential growth on a completely different level from before, and the greatest beneficiaries would be the powerhouses above Main God rank. Still, as the Main God of the Divine Realm, he could not stop the title or hide its effects out of pride.
There are Lokina and Medeia, who are mage gods like me, and the analytical abilities of the management-type goddesses are nothing to scoff at.
That was why they were staring at him with such shocked eyes, slowly becoming dyed with desire.
Well, even I who am implementing it am shocked by a Main God of the Divine Realm who can activate a wide-area authority that raises everyone’s growth limit. I cannot properly pass on my unique Dimensional Authority, and the level of the title’s authority was so high that I had given up on developing it, yet it resolved so easily like this. How absurd.
It was clearly a support authority capable of dramatically strengthening the subordinates of the divine realm. But the targets were rebel candidates, good-for-nothings, troublemakers, defeatists, and spies. It was enough to drive one insane.
So the Dimensional Creator Candidate continued giving orders while feeling as if he were spitting blood.
“Gods with overlapping divinities shall be appointed simultaneously to those positions. Overlapping divine ranks are also permitted. Duties shall be performed by rotating on a scheduled basis, and if necessary they may be integrated. Any divine power that becomes insufficient due to division will likewise be compensated with vitality, so begin training at once. Remain in closed-door training inside the temples until your innate divine power surpasses the divine power obtained through faith.”
Before they could think of anything else, he flung every god whose orders had ended into their individual temples. Such coercive measures would certainly create resentment and invite isolation, but if these gods were allowed to move freely inside the divine realm right now, the grudges between them would inevitably trigger catastrophic battles.
That was why he had sent them all into personal temples under the pretext of reconstructing their original bodies and raising their innate divine power.
It’s like putting an ice screen over molten iron in a furnace, but it should hold for a while.
To the Main God-rank and higher gods remaining in the Main Temple, he spoke only one sentence.
“I will open my Main Temple completely. Use it as you wish.”
The battle management goddesses, who had been bewildered by the sudden measure, brightened at those words. The other gods above Main God rank still looked confused, not understanding the meaning.
The adamantium great temple that raises divine power and the temple space overflowing with the vitality of the Cosmic Tree are places optimized for increasing and stabilizing divine power.
The Dimensional Creator Candidate had previously forbidden entry after the unpleasant mass defiance the goddesses had committed. He had allowed it when Gaiana requested training as a complete subordinate god, but had blocked it again afterward. It had simply been too noisy.
I only approved the underground training grounds. I hate noise, but it cannot be helped.
He gave a light warning, pointing casually at the mark of Origin on his forehead that represented the Spirit Realm.
“If even a single one of you fights without my permission, I will lock all of you away. You are the highest echelon of the divine realm, so regardless of past grudges, you shall share the same fate.”
The declaration that he would hold every one of them jointly responsible if even a single problem occurred caused gasps and murmurs to erupt everywhere, but he cleanly ignored them and drove the nail in deeper. It was the same power demonstration as always.
Kwaaaaaaaaang—!
Something brushed past the eyes of every being above Main God rank. A super-gravity body formed by compressing an entire massive planet shoved space aside and exploded into existence. It was the power of magic that contained Dimensional Authority—the same power that had left even the primordial War Gods unable to react.
If it had manifested inside their bodies, the Main Gods would have turned into bloody pulp without resistance, yet none of them had sensed even a hint of its approach.
I can now manipulate something on the scale of a planet without any sign. What a terrifying Dimensional Authority.
At this level, no matter how they try to attack, they would simply die without even knowing the reason.
The divine words of a War God, thick with fighting spirit and killing intent, reverberated throughout the entire divine realm beyond the Main Temple.
“If any of you dislike my decision, come at me—! This is a divine realm that consists almost entirely of War Gods. I cannot allow negotiations or compromises that do not suit us and invite another crisis of destruction. Therefore, fight and win to enforce your will—! If you defeat me, you will immediately become the Main God of the Divine Realm.”
The Main God of the Divine Realm’s words were filled with sincerity, openly inviting anyone who felt dissatisfied or unwilling to submit to challenge him. The gods above Main God rank were left completely at a loss.
What kind of absurd situation is this?
A being who has reached the level of Light Creator Candidate suddenly imposes joint responsibility and says if you don’t like it then come fight? Is he some Demon God? No, even a Demon God wouldn’t go this far.
What are we supposed to do? He seems completely serious…
The gods and spirit gods exchanged glances, at a complete loss for how to respond. For the first time, they all shared the same thought. When someone was this beyond reason, there was simply no way to handle it.