Chapter 1895 Aftermath [3]

Chapter 1895 Aftermath [3]

It began when Thalia walked through him as if he didn't exist. Her group moved with her, and when he turned around to face them, he noticed that they were no longer the same.

The entire world was twisting and changing. The newly revived Sacred Abyss was being destroyed again.

Why?

Damien purposefully changed his being so that he would not harm this cosmos, so why?

The answer was not one he wanted to hear.

No matter what he did, he was still Absolute. Even if he made an effort to ensure that nothing would happen, he no longer had a choice. The Sacred Abyss inherently feared and worshiped him. It bowed in reverence and automatically treated him like an Absolute.

His any thought would be manifested as reality. The cosmos would change because in its core, it believed that the only way for it to survive was to absolutely bend to his will.

The only way to stop these rampant changes and the twisting of reality was for Damien himself to become mindless. He had to enter a state where he had no thoughts or emotions, because only then would reality regain stability.

What was the point of that?

How was he supposed to interact with his people and live a normal life like that? He did not want to be a mindless existence whenever he tried to interact with the worlds contained in the Void.

He was not the Worldwalker. He would not walk the same path.

'However, that does not change anything.'

Still, Damien could not stay in the Sacred Abyss. If he spent a single second longer in this cosmos, it would destroy itself in an effort to please him.

Damien sighed and stepped out of reality. He stood on the periphery of the cosmos for a moment before leaving for the Void.

Standing there, he could have gone back to the ten-dimensional painting of reality that he had seen before, but that was not what he needed now.

Instead, he swept that painting away and saw things as they were. He saw the Sacred Abyss, the True Void, and even the Sanctuary below him. If he raised his eyes and stared into the distance, he could see many, many more cosmos.

Only, they were properly spread out. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He didn't add anything in particular except for the fundamental elements necessary for the two entities to become one. There was only one massive change he made, and that was the creation of a planet.

It was a planet made entirely of stone, and engraved on its surface were the names of all of those who were lost in the great war.

It was not a world for people to live in. Rather, it was a monument dedicated to the people who fought to create the stability that their future generations were bound to enjoy.

The Sacred Abyss...

It was to be its own cosmos, but the time had not yet come for it to exist on its own. Damien connected it to the hip of the True Void. While the Sacred Abyss was still growing, the True Void could act as a perfect anchor.

These three, or rather, two places would now be able to function easily without intervention.

"Huu..."

Damien was playing with these cosmos as if they were nothing. By how easily he was able to change them and bend the very laws of reality to allow his changes to work, he could tell just how easily he could make them all vanish.

He could make everything vanish.

If he so desired, he could leave the Void empty and exterminate all life.

Was it possible to understand that scale? He was so impossibly powerful that nothing mattered in front of him.

He began to understand why the Void took such precautions before allowing him to become Absolute.

But that was beside the point.

Now that the True Void and Sacred Abyss were secured, it was time for him to move to his more personal plans.

His own life in the past, present, and future could be determined here.

He started not with the present or future, but with the past.

Suddenly, all of the cosmos in the Void faded away. The surroundings became a painting with so many dimensions that they couldn't all be perceived.

From the moment he was born to this very moment in the Void, everything was represented here. This was the canvas of his life. It was his right to make alterations at this stage, wasn't it?