CHAPTER 505: CHAPTER 434 THE POWER CLOSEST TO GOD

Veldor went mad, tearing and biting at the bedding beneath him, pouring out his anger as if it were Molu himself.

Moments later, just as Veldor was about to settle down, footsteps sounded from within the house.

"Veldor... Veldor, are you asleep?"

It was his father’s drunken voice.

As the voice faded, the first thing Veldor felt was not warmth, but a raging anger.

It was his own alcoholic father who had betrayed him.

Veldor could imagine the scene: Molu taking his father out for drinks, his father getting blind drunk, and in his inebriated state revealing that he often locked himself in his room to read.

The fists of the dwarven youth gradually clenched tighter...

His dignity had already been shattered anyway.

He shouldn’t stay here any longer!

In a moment of rage, Veldor made a secret decision, working hard to recover his strength.

On the third night...

Just after Molu had handed over the Mechanical Book to the Clan Leader.

Two great fires erupted within the Clan.

One fire was at Molu’s house, the other at Veldor’s.

The blaze was fierce, the flames shot into the sky as if with a mind of their own, engulfing both houses despite the dwarves’ desperate efforts to extinguish it, leaving both homes in ruins, with countless possessions lost in the inferno.

The only saving grace was that no one was injured or killed in the fire.

Because Veldor’s home was also where the fire broke out, when the dwarves intended to find Veldor and his father to understand the situation, they couldn’t find a trace of the young dwarf anywhere.

The dwarven youth who had obtained the Mechanical Book... had completely disappeared.

No one knew that Veldor, amidst the arson, had fled the Clan under the cover of night. He wandered through the deep mountains and wild forests, driven by hatred to go further and further away, not knowing where his destination was—he only knew that he had become a homeless refugee.

...

In the depths of the Celestial Kingdom.

Schiller stood at the highest point above the Cloud Sea.

This sea of clouds was created from the mists brought from Heaven, and living atop it were beings of the mind he had uniquely created—the Rose Snakes.

The Great Angel had given this place a name—Sea of Souls.

Just as the Gods’ realm in the night sky is the stars beneath their feet, Schiller’s Sea of Souls beneath his feet is a realm belonging exclusively to him.

Schiller gazed at the Rose Snakes floating in the Cloud Sea.

The Rose Snakes, which fed on good thoughts, were nurtured by Schiller’s own radiance, carefree like fish in a tank.

He had created this unique species, a life form never seen before, and enabled their survival. For those Divine who had also created life, this was already a success.

But Schiller believed this was still not enough.

"Among them, none yet possess reason."

"These lives are like cattle on the land, clams in the ocean, insignificant."

Schiller wanted to go a step further, based on the Rose Snakes, to create an intelligent species superior to the Rose Snakes.

They would establish their own civilization in the world of the mind.

The Rose Snakes to this new species would be like cattle and sheep to the mortals on land—this was the blueprint of the mental realm envisioned by Schiller.

The Great Angel hovered above the rolling Cloud Sea, continually contemplating the perfect formula for creation.

Finally, Schiller’s gaze fell upon something that the Gods themselves dared not conceive.

"Primordial Will... that power is the closest to God’s power..."

"I need it to fulfill God’s mission, and it has already submitted to God, so I’m not breaking any taboos."

As Schiller reflected, he made up his mind to seek the mighty power of the Primordial Will.

In the past, in the era when Shan’en still served as the King of Gods, the terrifying might of the Primordial Will was something even the Gods struggled to fend off.

Schiller recalled that the power of the Primordial Will had once turned the stars of the Divine into a pale color, completely dominating those divine beings. Countless of them became puppets to the Primordial Will during that battle among the Gods; fortunately, in the end, Shan’en and Solamus turned the tide of the war.

This meant that the power of the Primordial Will could touch the soul, control the soul.

And this was precisely what he could use to create intelligent species in the world of the mind.

The only problem was...

Souls... were too complex.

Although Schiller had created the soul-life serpent Rose, this did not mean he understood all the mysteries of the soul.

Now that he recalled, creating Rose... seemed like an accident.

For this reason, Schiller didn’t know what might come of creating an intelligent species for the world of the mind.

"However... I must try."

Schiller murmured,

"God has blessed us with souls for tens of thousands of years, yet we have been unable to comprehend their mysteries.

And now... I am taking the first step in this exploration."

...

In the midst of Hell, replete with sin and pain.

Flames burned across the crimson land, and cries of anguish were rampant.

Mira looked oddly at this unexpected visitor.

She had been here for a very, very long time, and on very few occasions would she leave Hell; not even her own mother’s personal visit could shake her resolve.

And God had given Mira a special mission—to nurture the Primordial Embryo.

Schiller focused on the girl and spoke again:

"I need... the power of the Primordial Will.

I need that power to fulfill the mission God has given me; it is indispensable."

Mira was holding the Primordial Embryo and noticed that Schiller’s gaze was fixated on it, unwavering.

His look was one of greed...

Mira wasn’t sure if "greedy" was an appropriate word to describe a Great Angel, but she could only think of that word.

"Schiller, it has not yet fully mastered its power."

The girl voiced her refusal.

"What do you mean?" Schiller asked.

Mira took a deep breath and continued:

"What I mean is... it’s still too foolish; it’s trying hard to master its own power, but it’s not that simple. To give an analogy, the Primordial Embryo is like a baby, while the whole Primordial Will is like an adult’s body. It can’t master it, can’t digest it... Sometimes, even the part of the power it has mastered and digested will lose control, just like a baby sometimes unable to control itself."

The girl’s explanation was clear and straightforward, with no attempt to hide anything. Her intent to refuse was quite obvious.

At this moment, Schiller fell into deep thought.

The Great Angel had caught on to something from Mira’s words.

Since the Primordial Embryo couldn’t fully master its power...

Did that mean...

The entire Primordial Will, and the mighty power that could dominate Gods, were ownerless realms and objects?!