Chapter 57 - 34 The Stuck God of Sleep

Chapter 57: Chapter 34 The Stuck God of Sleep

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“I would like to hear the details.”

Facing Nyx, who had lost the initial air of authority and instead looked somewhat annoyed, Laine said with great interest.

Those deities whose godhood he had preemptively taken away at most experienced a decline in strength, but all those gods had been born through union. He honestly didn’t know what kind of additional trouble the loss of godhood would bring to Nyx, who bore children through ‘celestial conception’.

Taking a deep breath, and looking at Laine through the veil naturally formed by her black dress, Nyx began to narrate slowly:

“You should know the difference between our true forms and our personified avatars, as Primordial Gods born with the world.”

Laine nodded slightly. Over the years, his understanding of the Primordial Gods had deepened. He was no longer limited to mere speculations based on myths from later generations.

“I know a bit. Your true forms are part of the world; if the world were seen as a person, they would be the different facets of that person.”

“But after personification, you separated yourselves from the world. Of course, from then on, you no longer possessed a complete divine status.” Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

As Laine had long known, the offspring engendered by the true forms of the Primordial Gods had no essential connection to their personified divine bodies.

Mother Earth bore children with Uranus and with Pontus, following the same logic— for her, these three gods were at most her titular offspring, ‘birthed by the earth,’ but not birthed by her, Gaia, herself.

So, Nyx and Erebus were actually purely siblings, nothing like the so-called spouses of later legends.

“Exactly. Our true forms are an aspect of the world, so when the world’s Laws are shaken, it’s possible to ‘celestial conceive’ and give birth to new gods.”

Talking thus, Nyx glared at Laine again.

“So, it’s your business to absorb Chaos’s power, but could you not just absorb half?!”

Laine had been a bit puzzled before, but with that remark, he instantly understood the cause and effect.

Chaos brought its own provisions, expecting her to ‘be surrogate’ was troublesome enough, hoping she’d exhaust her own power was utterly fanciful.

“The second method is somewhat painful.”

Laine didn’t expect Nyx to agree. In fact, the option he truly favored was only the last one.

“Do you remember the former Heavenly Father? If Uranus could send the twelve Titans back to Mother Earth’s womb, then using a similar method, surely the gestating embryo could also be extracted.”

“Since True Gods are immortal, let it be an eternally immature embryo outside the body.”

Laine’s suggestion was cold, but neither he nor Nyx minded that. For her, the burden that the world had forced upon her essence was something she didn’t even want to glance at. As for Laine, an existence that had not even birthed Wisdom was equally inconsequential to him.

“What about the third method?”

She was somewhat moved, but remembering Gaia’s anguished wails, Nyx still wished to hear the final option.

Moreover, such an act that clearly defied the laws of the current world would not only bring pain but would inevitably invite the current world’s retribution.

“The final option is to leave it to me,” Laine said calmly. “I will restore Sleep and power to it, but it will be corroded by the Spirit Realm, reborn through a new gestation, and born in an alternative way.”

“The Spirit Realm cannot erode mere matter, but divinities—they can hardly be measured by Spirituality or matter. I tend to believe that divinity itself possesses both aspects.”

The eyes behind the veil narrowed slightly, as Nyx seemed to have realized something.

“This is your true desired solution, isn’t it? Never at a loss, always finding a way to benefit—typical of you, Prince Laine.”

However, Laine’s solution was satisfactory to her, so she just scoffed, already deciding in her mind to accept it.

Laine wasn’t upset in the slightest; after all, as Nyx had said, he had never lost out because of it.

“So your decision is?”

“It is yours,” Nyx replied without hesitation. “The collection of Origin Power that Chaos forced upon me, I never want to see it again.”