Chapter 1851 Records [2]

Chapter 1851 Records [2]

Though Damien still was not truly in the Heavenly World, time resumed when he left the Land of Nothingness.

The first stages of the war against the Dark God had begun. The Dark God himself wasn't aware of the disturbance of several years that had only just ended. Even his senses could not detect that Damien had finished for less than a single instant and returned.

Of course, he sensed when Damien was taken away by the Apeiron Records, but that didn't frighten him.

No, those records...

He wanted to get his hands on those records, so it was better for him if Damien went and met them.

When he finally killed that man, he could steal his Existence and find the method to reach them.

Everything worked out, didn't it?

While Damien was in the counterside of the world, the battle of generals began in full force between his clone and the Dark God.

Immediately upon his return, the DImensional Cracks that plagued the land became active, spitting countless troops into the Heavenly World.

Damien and his people were ready. He overlooked the entire situation, waiting for the moment when he could provide backline support to his people. Hestia was the one who truly stood at the head of everything.

In these years, she'd graduated from immaturity. She found her talents and thrived in an environment that she loved. She understood how people depended on her and wanted to show them that she was worthy of their support.

As such, she became a commander who was fated to go down in history.

Her tactics were mainly provided to those without as much raw power. Those troops who were raised from the common populace of the world simply didn't have enough time to reach a level where they were suited for this kind of large-scale combat.

Still, in the face of their enemies, they remained calm.

Hestia had earned herself a nickname in the ten years that Damien didn't experience, after all.

She was now the true Eyes of God, a person who could see through anything and everything. From the most common people to the Supreme Gods of the world, everyone was willing to listen to her advice on the battlefield.

The reward system that Damien set in place was working well. Three days passed after he was taken by the records, and somehow, people were already finding ways to redeem their points.

On top of that, Damien personally selected a troop out of the world's people and put them together, calling them to the palace.

They were given specialized training in a realm of his creation and given the opportunity to instantly rank up without needing to spend points.

When he reached the Void, he was happy. He was happy to be able to explore to his heart's content and see the cultures that were otherwise barred from him.

Unfortunately, he did not have an anchor. He fell prey to those stray emotions because there was nothing keeping him grounded.

The people in Damien's life were there because he always held onto them. Even when it seemed counterproductive to stay with them, he refused to leave anyone he cared about behind.

The Worldwalker's story was, to some degree, validating his efforts.

But the most important part by a large margin was the fact that Damien now knew how the system was created.

'It isn't something I can't do.'

Well, if he wanted it to be like the records, then it absolutely wasn't something he could do.

But what if he wanted to do something similar on a personal level?

'A system that the mist and the owl can use as a medium to incorporate themselves into my power.'

A system that would be the vessel for his power as both a Supreme and an Absolute...

'I can make that easily.'

Damien's meeting with the system was a reward for his own accomplishments, so he wouldn't be able to get more out of it than he was promised.

Still, he made use of that reward to gain everything he could have possibly needed.

'The Worldwalker didn't have much trouble putting the two concepts together. Is it because his personality was already close to the Void?'

When Damien finished viewing the records, the system kicked him out of its space. He contemplated the process he saw the Worldwalker undergo, trying to apply it to himself, but there was one more thing he needed to do before he could start focusing on the world around him.

The system gave him his reward already, but the cosmos had an inviolable tradition.

In that moment when Damien's feet once again touched upon solid ground, an entity appeared before him.

A non-living entity with only a single word on its surface.

"Void"