Tonight had been an eventful one.

Not for anyone else though. To them, it was just another night. But for me, tonight was where I decided.

Years of deliberation, observation, and self searching had one by since I last saw Sophia. I didn't know where she had gone. Last I'd seen her, she had a baby with her. Satanael or something like that.

I don't know how she would've reacted to my conclusion. I didn't want to know. Deep down, I can imagine the likely scenario, but I try not to think hard on it. Sacrifices must be made.

I had spent so much resources getting here. Sneaking past so many supreme class gods was difficult, these were people who can swap hands with Baal.

But I preserved.

When I leaned forwards from my crossed legged position, I couldn't help but shed a few tears.

For so long, I'd heard your name. The creator, the true lord of the world. The one where all things originate.

Baal would tell me of your greatness as would any other god. Of the tough road of divine cultivation, of divine mysteries that existed out there in the chaotic road.

I've been there too you know. Was tough sneaking out of this universe. But I'd say it was worth it. So much to see and so much to learn.

But the more things differed between numerous chaos worlds. The more they just stayed the same. All following the same cruel system.

Cultivators are gods and gods are cultivators. This was a fundamental truth. Parasites taking advantage of the people. Why couldn't they see?

Why couldn't they be better? Why couldn't they dedicate themselves to a just cause instead of their own progression? Their own powerbase? Their own wants?

Even this whole charade of being gods and caring for the cosmos? Just talk to gather faith power. Faith was an extremely good resource that aided in one's progress. It smoothed the process of forming god beads and various internal foundations.

Faith bolstered combat ability and brought good fortune from the universal will. I've learned a lot and I have seen how it could be utilised.

But this? How cultivators treat the world than just expect to be adored in return? Wanton acts of slaughter and overbearing arrogance. Children with too much power.

I realised long ago that none were perfect. This universe was one of take and take. I do not like it. I do no acknowledge it. I will fix it.

This system, this system of gods and mortals, this system of cultivators garnering faith from mortals, of becoming gods and managing the universe? I was taught that it was the righteous path as was elevated by my father and creator.

You.

El.

The supreme god.

I've always wondered why you set things out to be the way it was. But looking at you now? I think I finally understand.

Faith is truly a miraculous power. I've heard how Mot healed himself after what Anat did. I've heard how Baal managed to empower himself against Ym. I've experienced Anat's knowledge first hand.

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The ability to restore even those fading away to their peak. An astonishing resource. The greatest of them all, squandered as they are.

Seeing your state, I realise the concept of gathering faith was not for the Elohim. It was for you. It was to heal you.

But at some point, that stopped being the objective. At some point the Elohim began cultivating themselves to even greater heights. They repeated the same process but instead of directing it to you they directed it to themselves.

I guess they, or at least Baal figured it out. He was here wasn't he? However long ago that was.

"No matter the case, it's not like you can stop them father. After all, you're already dead."

My piece said, I stood up one final time. My father, the legend I've never met, long dead. His corpse, fresh as any living man merely floated there. Anyone would just assume he was asleep.

This place, the secret realm between the twin mountains Targhizizi and Tharumagi. The core of the universal will lay. The coffin that contained your corpse.

You must've been desperate, merging yourself with this chaos world, transforming it from a low class one to one which could exist for so long. I've studied numerous chaos worlds and none could even come close to you.

In another world, I believe you would be what those chaos lifeforms called Hongyuan Wuji Luo Golden Immortal. No, I believe you were someone close to this final realm. This Dao realm. The so called, omnipotent realm.

You became the universal will. Or at least what's left of you did. Your conscience is long gone anyway. Nothing but a corpse dangling from the thing that keeps this universe running. But before you died, you created this system.

"Father, you are unworthy," I declared. "I will fix things in your place. I will save them all."

I turned my gaze away from him. Facing the unbelievable power of the universe at my finger tips, I could feel the change coming. I'm not quite there yet. I have not fully understood the total functions of the greater chaos. I am nowhere near strong enough yet.

I must grow as well. Loath as I am I must follow in his footsteps. I must gather more strength. For the sake of my people, for the sake of my vision, I will become strong.

I swear I will save them. I will save them all. I will break the darkness that shrouds the infinite chaos and bring peace and prosperity to mortals of all realms.

My wings unfurled. My claws unchained. My white scales manifested. My snout exposed. The true form I've never shown to any but myself came to me.

I could feel it already. The whole world was resonating with me. The universal will at the centre was already connecting to me. It hurts, it hurts so much. But I must preserve. My own suffering will be worth it.

Today is where I embark. Today my crusade begins.

Cultivators are a disease. Gods are mere idols. Mortals shall no longer suffer. So as I declare:

"LET THERE BE LIGHT!"