The Weight of a Title

In the Spirit Realm war, I completely ignored Sangharama, who was unusually excited and causing a ruckus from behind, and instead observed the changes in the Creator Candidate of Dimensions.

Even though he could exercise his authority as a proper Creator God rather than a mere candidate, without certification from the Divine Realm he could only use about half his power. This temporary status would be lifted once he passed the certification war between the Demon God faction and the Substitute God faction. Only after training further and becoming capable of creating a Main God Star would he be acknowledged as a true Creator God and gain access to his full strength.

This gap arose from the difference in authority support provided by the Creation God Realm. The certification and backing from the gods who managed an entire Master Universe carried that much weight. It was like the fate of any ranked being—crossing the class barrier was nearly impossible, and even if one did, the price paid would be enormous.

Yet this being was trying to overcome that wall using the authority forcibly extracted from the 250 Origin beings and 3,000 Creator God-level divine spirits of the 500th Master Universe.

Having experienced the special clauses attached to a special-grade Karma Contract, this was only natural to me. While all other clauses could be altered by the special-grade cerebral god, there was only one common condition.

It was his personal observation. It was absurd, but he really did come to watch the battlefield in person. I never imagined that the trend among lower gods in the Master Universe—of high-ranking gods risking danger to personally observe battles—had been copied from him. Do they even realize they’re imitating him?

The title Jinmyeol—Extermination—was the highest honor in the field of mass slaughter. An Absolute Realm rebel who coveted that title had activated an absolute-grade Karma Contract and charged at me. Of course, the massive grudge accumulated during the process had greatly lowered his karma value.

It was ridiculous, but I myself had become the target of a mercenary battle. Even that rebel could never have imagined that the condition for fully activating the title would truly require his personal observation.

But the effect was overwhelming. When he appeared on the battlefield with a rare smile, the rebel who sought the title fought like a madman. As a result, even I—who had already claimed the title—had to fight desperately.

Absurdly, it became a battle where the Absolute Realm being who rebelled against him fought even more fervently. After a fight so long I lost track of time, I finally felt the pain of my completely battered body and let out a groan. My opponent was also vanishing, having suffered an irreparable blow.

I had won by the narrowest margin.

Yet even as he was being extinguished, he bowed his head deeply toward me and spoke.

The rebel spoke calmly even while desperately delaying his own extinction. I nodded and answered.

At those words, the rebel wore an expression of utter satisfaction and vanished completely.

Even now, I cannot forget it. The sight of him bowing his head in gratitude, thanking me for giving him this opportunity even as he was being extinguished.

I was shocked to see a defeated enemy achieve everything possible in this world and look so fulfilled. To think he would thank the very person who had destroyed him—it was unthinkable.

What I learned later was that the rebel had no choice but to turn against him. He had committed a crime, and to pay the price for his clan and companion—who were scheduled to become Substitute Gods—he had rebelled.

Every being in the Absolute Realm learned his secret techniques and trained under him. There was not a single powerhouse in the Absolute Realm who had not received his help. His support was so thorough that the level of the strong was on another dimension entirely.

There was no being in the Absolute Realm who was not fascinated by the teacher who had forged their strength, the one who advanced toward the impossible goal of eternal happiness. The only reason they rebelled was to avoid becoming a Substitute God, the single punishment for every problem that arose in the process.

Even I, who had sworn to give everything for the 499th Master Universe and leaped into the Absolute Realm, had been endlessly moved while claiming the title and growing stronger without limit under his guidance.

It had been the happiest moment of my eternal life.

But it could not be. I was no longer a child, so I could not simply do as I pleased. I was an adult carrying many things on my shoulders.

I had to return for the sake of the Master Universe, which had been on the verge of being scorched by the Substitute Gods.

After defeating the previous Creator General and helping the newly appointed Sangharama, I pressured the Demon God Emperor Jinma into forming a Karma Alliance Contract. Then, in the first race-deciding war against the Substitute Gods, although the scale was vastly different, I blocked the entrance to the Master Universe just like the Magic God of Dimensions and held back the Substitute Gods’ entire force.

Jinmyeol had drawn a draw against a Substitute God Creator Candidate by joining forces with Sangharama and Jinma, who brought all their clans. It became the first Master Universe to stop the Substitute Gods’ advance—an event worthy of legend.

Afterward, in exchange for that draw, he granted us the measure of conducting staged certification wars rather than allowing indiscriminate invasion.

The reward I received for blocking all the Substitute Gods during the war was none other than vacation.

It was a reward from him: no one was allowed to disturb my rest, and I was to live freely. The expressions on Sangharama and Jinma at the time were the epitome of bewilderment, but I accepted it half in doubt and took over a remote Creator God Realm in the frontier to rest deeply.

Who could refuse an order from him? I rested with complete peace of mind.

After that, no matter how much the overworked Sangharama complained, I ignored him completely. When Jinma grumbled and protested, I simply laughed at him.

And while resting, I realized why he had given me a vacation with unlimited freedom and duration.

I am Jinmyeol. My abilities explode amid massive bloodshed and desperate battles. However, the vitality, authority, and divine power I had absorbed from the Substitute God invasion force had grown too large, and I had been on the verge of a serious problem.

I desperately needed time to absorb the fighting spirit, vitality, divine power, and authority taken from the Substitute Gods I had personally killed and make them my own. Now that I had absorbed most of it, ordinary battles no longer held any interest for me.

Now, only wars on the scale of a Master Universe or conflicts involving Creator Generals caught my attention.

In this completely mismatched peace and tranquility, I had to fiercely suppress the title of Jinmyeol that longed to run wild. The title, trained to its absolute limit, craved the deadly tension of a brutal battlefield.

Facing these pathetic Creator Gods whose abilities had plummeted due to peace and laziness naturally filled me with dissatisfaction. A sigh and lament escaped me before I could stop them.

Upon hearing Jinmyeol’s mutterings, Sangharama’s face turned bright red as he tried to shout something, but ultimately closed his mouth.

With the war against the 500th Master Universe right before them and the allied situation in shambles, if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠their relationship soured now, the one who would suffer would be the Creator General, not Jinmyeol.

Jinmyeol had given up everything a god possessed except for one thing—freedom. The immeasurable power he wielded made forcing him into compliance a frightening prospect.

Although he had received countless reports that this Creator God needed to be disciplined for endlessly slacking off, Sangharama could not imagine winning a fight against him.

Does the title of Jinmyeol contain some authority I don’t know about? Even with my help as Sangharama, his ability growth is far too rapid. The upper Creator Gods report that he doesn’t train at all. Just what is going on?

Jinma, the Demon God Emperor, harbored the same doubts. The Demon God faction had always been accurate in evaluating the abilities of the God faction. Being natural enemies only made them more precise.

Yet right now, facing Jinmyeol who had revealed his title, he felt the same oppressive pressure as he would from a Substitute God Creator Candidate. He could not imagine winning.

Damn it—! The most outstanding Demon God King I sent to monitor him complained that he had to double as a Creator God and would collapse from overwork. He said the guy was seriously just playing around. What the hell is this…? Is there some way to train while playing? Do we have to keep maintaining the alliance contract? The atmosphere in the Demon God Emperor faction is already that we’ve become slaves to the God faction. This is troublesome. If he had something, I could at least scheme with it, but this guy is basically a beggar.

Jinmyeol had neither a partner nor a harem. A Demon God King—who was originally an enemy of the Creator Gods—had even tearfully taken on the role of nagging him to create a Main God Star. The neglected Divine Realm was being forcibly managed by a Demon God King from the enemy faction, all to prevent the bankruptcy of the local universe. Meanwhile, the man himself just rolled around in the Creation God Realm, sleeping and playing. Naturally, no gods offered him loyalty.

He slept wherever he wanted and ate whenever he felt like it. At its worst, it was hard to tell whether he was a beggar or the Main God of the Divine Realm. And since the Main God himself was like this, no one could stop him. After such a long time, everyone had simply given up.

In the end, there were even cases where a grinding-his-teeth Demon God King would give him pocket money in the form of vitality just to get him to stop ruining the atmosphere of the Divine Realm, go somewhere else, and change his mood. Of course, even there he would do exactly the same—eat, sleep, and play around.

Eventually, after repeated complaints filled with the other Creator God’s rage, irritation, and envy, the lower gods couldn’t even bring the matter up to their own Creator God. The situation repeated itself with the Demon God King dragging him away again.

Although he was such a pathetic Creator God, Jinmyeol was undoubtedly the strongest in this Master Universe. Having claimed a title that allowed him to bet everything precisely because he possessed nothing, there was no being—not even the Substitute Gods—who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could ignore a Creator General-level existence capable of fighting with his life on the line.

The only way for the weak to defeat the strong was to pay an even greater price for victory. And when the opponent was specialized against groups rather than individuals, this was even more true.

Just like the Creator Candidate of Dimensions over there.

But the object of such admiration was currently spitting out curses over an unexpected situation.

They had died far too easily, which made him suspicious, but no matter how much he squeezed, the authority and divinity were so weak that he could not rank up.

Hoooooooong—! Hoooooooong—!

He should have been rejoicing that his enemies were weak, but the fact that the divine spirits he had killed—risking burial and impeachment in the Divine Realm—were nothing more than balloons full of air left the Creator Candidate of Dimensions in something close to despair.

At this rate, I cannot proceed to the next stage. I’ll end up just like that pathetic Creator General isolated in enemy territory.

The number of light wings on his back had stopped at 25 pairs. Any further authority would only be duplicates, so strengthening had halted. Even if he continued raising authority and divinity through the Divine Spirit Purgatory, his output might actually decrease.

However, if the only thing lacking was a single pair of wings, there was a solution. The vitality obtained by killing them was the answer.

I need to invest more. But if I do that, there really will be no turning back. Should I still do it?

If he negotiated with the Origin beings and divine spirits trapped in the Divine Spirit Purgatory, returning their vitality in exchange for long-term compensation, he could still clean up the situation.

If I show this much ability and even reveal my final move, I might be able to secure a position among the ruling class of the 500th Master Universe.

He was dumbfounded at his own reflexive survival calculations, but having lived this way for so long, he couldn’t help it. And the moment of hesitation after being surprised by the miracle of restoring his local universe’s planets into a dimension would not last long.

Behind him, the Creator General of the 500th Master Universe and the titled Creator Gods—beings who surpassed him—were confronting his allies. There was nowhere to retreat.

It’s too late ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to feel regret or think about what comes after.

He closed his eyes tightly and eventually proceeded as planned.

The moment he made his decision, he raised all his divine power and magic power, elevating them to the output of a Creator God. Although it was a 12th-circle force forcibly manifested through a joint god-demon authority, he had more than enough qualification.

The cost to promote from the highest Divine Realm where he currently served as Main God to a provisional Creator God Realm was a staggering 8 trillion. And it had to be precious primal vitality created through faith or training.

If the vitality produced from the sap of the Cosmic Tree I create is like a nutritional supplement, then this is an elixir.

No matter how low the level, the primal vitality that maintained a Creator God’s body could not possibly be weak. With vitality of that purity and quantity, even if he fled to the Otherworld and created a Divine Realm on the scale of a local universe, he could live comfortably without any problems.

Moreover, he had obtained this vitality while preparing to die comfortably on the eternal judgment stand if he fought with everything he had and ultimately lost. The fact that he was now offering it made his mouth and hands tremble.

Yet to fill the lacking divinity, he needed the Creation God Realm. He was terrified of how much they would demand, but there was no other way to make up for the insufficient divinity and authority.

The other side seemed flustered by the sudden payment of the promotion fee, their voice trembling. Fortunately, it appeared to be sufficient. But watching the vitality that had shone like the sun shrink in an instant made him feel as if his blood was running dry.

While I commit these heinous acts and desperately earn this on a brutal battlefield just to win, the Main Divine Realm where the direct subordinate gods are clustered simply sits there and takes it so easily.

When he thought about the old grudges accumulated during his mercenary god days, he felt like vomiting blood.

That’s right! Eat it all. But if the effect isn’t equal to what you consumed, then you in the Main Divine Realm will die together with me. I absolutely refuse to die alone. I’ll clean up the old enmities from my mercenary god days before I die, and I will definitely blow up this local universe as well.

Saaaaaaaah! Shuhahahahahahak!

In proportion to the decreasing amount of vitality, the killing intent the Creator Candidate of Dimensions emitted grew stronger. He no longer bothered to hide it.

At the frontlines, the sudden outrageous action and the open release of killing intent over the absurd promotion fee caused the direct gods of the Main Divine Realm to panic. They ran about in chaos while beginning the promotion process with maximum effort.

I never imagined there would be a highest-ranking Main God willing to pay more than 8 trillion in promotion fees, but the preparations had already been made.

Once the set vitality was received, the process proceeded automatically. Even the Creator Gods could not stop it. However, because the promotion fee had been raised to such an absurd level, not only ownership but also the authority support had been increased proportionally. This forced them to move so urgently. Some parts were still incomplete.

Still, if there was even the slightest problem with the promoted Creation God Realm and Creator God Star after receiving such an enormous amount of vitality, the consequences if the Creator Candidate of Dimensions survived and returned were obvious. Everyone worked desperately to补完 the deficiencies.

Hoooooooong! Uuuuuuuuuuuung!

Following the evolution of the Divine Realm, the planet also transformed, surpassing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠size of a Main God Star and becoming a Creator God Star a hundred times larger.

It was the birth of the Creator God Star of Dimensions.