A ray formed only by perfect laws, any idiot could feel that there was much more than just one law. There were dozens or hundreds, perfectly aligned, causing ridiculously high mental pressure. Ignorance was bliss at certain times; mortals who had no contact with laws weren’t feeling so cornered, it just seemed like that lightning was strong. Did it cause strong pressure that brought them to their knees? Yes, but that was it. As for the gods? It seemed like they were facing their creators. Even Father was feeling extremely cornered, and he was one of the strongest beings in this universe. This situation opened the eyes of many gods.
Most believed that they were at the peak of the universe and didn’t even have anything left to evolve, but this situation opened the eyes of all the gods in a much deeper way than any other situation. Just as the universe began to demonstrate new geniuses, stronger gods would emerge. The same people who had already been in divinity for years would regain their strength, even more so with the constant cuts that organizations were making. In the past, a god was something precious, even in organizational battles, the death of other gods was not allowed and was frowned upon by everyone. But at this moment? Gods were killed at the slightest sign of uselessness.
A huge number of gods were killed by the Father, and others were also slowly killed by organizations. The universe was no longer accepting useless gods; it felt like everyone was progressing to something bigger. There were millions of small details that were being implemented in all societies, small changes that made their focus on producing superior geniuses. Cultivation and combat techniques began to appear in remote places and provide opportunities for everyone. All of this was being done without large organizations being able to identify who was responsible; Even after centuries of study, they couldn’t say where or why these changes were happening.
The goblin closed his palms and took a deep breath. Divine mana entered his body at an absurd speed, he began to inflate after a few seconds and soon looked like a giant ball of air. As he exhaled, all the divine mana left his body and disappeared into his world tree. Its color began to change, the leaves turned golden and the bark had dozens of runes shining in gold. The tree’s strength grew by several folds, at this moment not even the strongest magician of the ninth realm could face it; the world tree would simply destroy the opponent in seconds.
Space itself was shaking with the presence of the tree, it was impressive to see, a mere mortal capable of causing such great damage to things. The tree quickly grew in size to at least a thousand kilometers. The lightning started to descend and...
** SWISH! **
The sound of the goblin being cut into two halves along with the tree went unnoticed by everyone, as the entire world began to shake as the lightning passed through it as if it were just butter. There wasn’t even time to react, in the blink of an eye the tree was destroyed in two halves, being consumed by infinite fire. The elf’s body had already been consumed, and Father was the first god to react and stabilize the planet. It wasn’t difficult considering his strength but putting out the flames was something he didn’t have the capacity for at the moment. In the next few minutes, all the gods desperately tried to put out the divine fire.
Slowly, panic began to assault everyone, the fire was consuming everything and wouldn’t go out for anything, no matter what law was used or the strength of the spells, it simply wouldn’t go out. In just a few minutes, everyone saw the planet go up in flames. All living beings were rescued by the gods and were left floating in space without knowing what to do. Father opened a completely surreal tear in space and threw the planet inside.
"Have you seen this before?" Father asked the only person who could have such profound knowledge.
"I wasn’t able to witness it, but I know that this fire won’t go out for millions of years," the librarian replied, unable to stop staring into space.
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"Do you know anyone who got ten lightning bolts?"
"Just one person, but he wasn’t from this universe," Father felt like a frog stuck in a well.
"How strong?"
"I don’t know, there is no comparison or even a way to measure your strength."
"The strangers?"
"I don’t know."
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"I don’t have unconsciousness," Kayden came to this conclusion after millennia of thinking and rummaging through the memories he managed to unlock. At some point in your life, your unconscious was added to your conscious. He had the full ability to recognize every little mental slip in his mind and know where it came from and why. It was something completely unnatural, every living being should have its unconscious closed. Could someone access it more easily? Yes, but that was just it, they weren’t supposed to be the same.
In a way, we have many things that are repressed because of the society in which we grow up. Our thoughts are trained to follow a certain moral and ethical order that does not cause embarrassment. Actions that deviate from the standard are harshly repressed so as not to cause harm. Different people are treated as crazy, but what defines a crazy person? Anyone who deviates even slightly from the standards of the society in which they live will be treated as crazy.
Some geniuses will never be recognized in their generation, at least those who are more focused on the mental part than fighters, it will take centuries for someone to review their work and think that it is a masterpiece.
One of the effects of not having a separation in his conscience was that he could not recognize the morals and ethics of society, he lived based on his principles solely, and he was not able to express regret for his heinous actions.
Author’s note: next month we will have two chapters per day, I got a scholarship at college and I will have more free time now, finally