, far away from the Forest of Ethania was a planet about the size of Neptune.

The planet had a beautiful, lush landscape filled with various animals and lifeforms. From vast forests to breathtaking beaches, to even underground areas that looked like something straight out of a fantasy movie, there was no environment that wasn't massively different to the ones you would find on Earth.

Six moons orbited around the planet, each moon representing a different God of the planet.

There was one moon that was a radiant white, another that was a putrid shade of purple, another that was a light green, another that was a beautiful shade of pink, another that was a deep black, and the final moon was one that was much smaller than the other five and was a pale gray colour.

In one particular area of the beautiful planet laid a pantheon beyond comprehension. The size of the breathtaking building was much bigger than any pantheon on Earth, and the material it was made out of was much more stunning. The body of the pantheon was made out of some sort of white marble that you could even see your reflection in.

Countless different beings made their way around the pantheon, and a lot of them being different races. From maids doing their day to day work, to slaves in chains being ordered to do the dirty work that the higher ups did not want their maids to sully themselves doing.

Being a Moon Maid was a high honour after all, the girls never knew if they could become one of the Chosen.

A variety of different races populated the pantheon. From humans to humanoid beings with scales and tails to girls with different animal ears to short beings that had muscles nearly popping off of their body to even beings that did not look humanoid at all, yet they still wandered the pantheon. Each of them had a role to play in keeping the pantheon functioning, so no one showed any discrimination.

Unless you were a slave, that is.

A humanoid man with four arms and a tail ordered some of the slaves to tend to the horses that had been inflicted with the Curse of Oblivion, making them frantic and always rampaging.

The curse was highly contagious and highly dangerous, but that was the life of a slave. You were seen as disposable.

Inside the pantheon was various different rooms. From kitchens to washrooms to massive bedrooms that could have held a party inside them.

Of course, the owner of the pantheon did hold a certain type of parties in his bedroom.

Inside one of the many bedrooms was a man with long, silver hair. His body was clothed by a simple robe, barely hiding his perfect chest and all the abs on it.

His pupils were that of two moons, a sight that had anyone who gazed upon them unable to catch their breath.

That was the beauty of Eye of the Moon.

And of course, a man of such beauty had to have many consorts to tend to him.

By now, his harem was in the hundreds of millions. Over all the years he had been alive, he had always been collecting any who had caught his eye. Sometimes, if he was bored, he would just pick the first woman he spotted and choose to have her, even if she didn't want him.

Currently, a dozen women of different races and sizes were keeping him company on his spacious bed. Each of them were a Chosen, a Moon Maid or even just some random woman he had spotted who he had deemed suitable to join his harem.

Their forms varied from a humanoid with green skin and two antennas to a pale woman that resembled a zombie to a woman that had the lower half of a snake. Eye of the Moon was not one to discriminate.

Unless they were ugly, ugly people disgusted him.

The room stank of sweat and other bodily fluids that had been shared in the latest round of passion, but Eye of the Moon paid the stench no heed.

While he was engaged with the Lamia woman because she was the one with the most stamina of them all, he received a notification asking whether he would like to bless one of his creations or not.

In all honesty, he thought that his creation had already destroyed that world. It had been so long ago after all. Still, he did pay it a little attention when that whole ordeal was happening.

Still, the one that rejected him had left a bitter taste in his mouth. She even went so far as to run away with another man. How dare she reject him for some puny human?

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So Eye of the Moon saw no harm in blessing his creation. It would just put an end to the farce that had gone on for too long.

Eye of the Moon sighed contently as he stroked the hair of one of the women who had their head resting upon his chest.

Majority of the dozen who were in his room were spent, they had the right to be, after all, this latest round of lovemaking had lasted a whole month.

Of course, some of the women had to be replaced as their bodies just could not keep up with his momentum, rendering them useless. But it's not like it mattered, women were replacable after all.

He lazily gazed up at the pristine roof that he had to clean with the corpse of someone who disobeyed him recently. His reflection looked back down at him and Eye of the Moon couldn't help but smile as he admired how handsome he was.

At least, he was smiling, until he got another notification.

Your creation has been destroyed

His creation had been destroyed? After he had just blessed it? He had given it strength, and it just went and died?

But if his creation had died, then that meant that...

Eye of the Moon lowered his hand and wrapped it around the neck of the woman resting her head on his chest, sqeezing and breaking her neck instantly.

That bitch who had rejected him had survived. It's not like she was the only one who had rejected him, but she was the only one to come from such a lowly upbringing yet still have the audacity to be so disgusted at his proposal.

He hated it.

All of the other women panicked, their eyes wide with fear as some of them even had blood spattered on their naked bodies.

"Everyone out!"

Eye of the Moon's aura instantly overwhelmed everyone present, making them unable to breathe. All of the women's eyes widened as they struggled off the bed.

One of the women, the Lamia, turned around and started to speak.

"M- My Lord-"

Eye of the Moon's hand swiftly cut through her neck, decapitating her instantly as her head fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Her body quickly followed.

The remaining ten women all held in their screams as they scrambled to grab and scraps of clothing and escape the room as quickly as they could.

Eye of the Moon paid them no heed. He was overwhelmed by anger. How could someone have killed his creation? That pesky human couldn't have done it, and last he remembered, the Corroding was especially bad on that world, even more so since it was used as a tutorial.

All of the women quickly escaped the room, the door swinging closed behind them.

Just as Eye of the Moon was about to rage one more, the soft clicking of a lock snapped him out of it.

Remaining on the inside of the door in the room with him was a woman a little shorter than him. Her body was quite appealing, her tail and ears adding to the attraction even more. Her skin was a light shade of gray and her pupils were surrounded by a dark pool of black. Even Eye of the Moon could admit she was one of the better ones in his collection.

But what gave her the audacity to reject a direct command?

Just as Eye of the Moon was about to punish her, the attractive woman finally spoke.

"Finally, we're alone. My oh my, I hadn't expected it to be so hard. Oh, I mean the journey, not you. Still, I only joined in halfway when you had to replace one of your 'toys' yet I'm tired. It's been a long time since I had to do such... vigorous exercise."

Eye of the Moon glared coldly at the woman, flaring his aura to overwhelm her once more.

"Give me one reason not to end your puny life right now."

The woman standing beside the door pouted.

"Aww... Don't remember me? Well, maybe if I took a different form you would."

The woman grinned as her body started to change. She grew slightly shorter and her bust decreased. Her hair, which had been a dark mix of blue and purple, turned to a beautiful blonde and her eyes changed to a bright blue colour.

"I'm sure you recognise this nice lady, you have some pleasant memories with her after all."

Eye of the Moon's eyes widened as he recognised the new form of the woman, how could he not.

It was the woman he was just cursing after all.

Princess Ethania.

Eye of the Moon knew it wasn't the real her, obviously not, but who would dare shapeshift into her while in his presence-

His beautiful eyes widened once more as his whole body trembled.

And for the first time in billions, maybe even trillions of years...

Eye of the Moon felt fear.

"N- No! Not you! H- How did you get out?"

Princess Ethania started walking closer.

"S-stay back! Anyone but you, s- stay back!"

The one who wore Ethania's skin grinned.

"Aww, this hurts my feelings. I thought we would have a nice reunion. After all, we're going to enjoy ourselves now.

You got to have your fun with me the last two weeks, now it's my turn."

For the next three days, no one dared to enter Eye of the Moon's private chamber.

News quickly spread of his rage, and while no one knew why he was upset, no one dared to enter lest they become the ire of his wrath.

At least, no one dared to enter until the smallest of the six moons shattered, its entire body broken and floating aimlessly in millions of pieces through the surrounding cosmos.

Instantly, the higher ups arrived in droves as they burst through the door of their Lord's chamber. They had to use a little extra force because of the lock, but surely it couldn't be that bad-

The sight was terrible.

Eye of the Moon's disgraced body laid spread eagle across the bed, the robe that had been covering him nowhere to be seen.

His body was covered in dozens cuts and his bones had been broken in various places.

But the worst of it was his face.

There was some type of illusion cast over it, or maybe it wasn't an illusion. It was that every millisecond, the damages done were constantly changing.

It was like a blur of cuts, burns, holes, curses, bruises and any other type of damage one could inflict. It never stayed the same, always switching in less than a second.

It was such a random sight, yet everyone knew the truth and the very clear message left behind by the death of their Lord. A reality that they did not want to accept, one that could shake the entire multiverse if it were to go public.

The Ever-changing had returned.

[End of volume one: Will of the Forest]