ã€ŠRuthless Reincarnatorã€‹


 Prologue - The Fool

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    Book 0 (books are very short).

    Prologue.

    My name doesn¡¯t matter.

    What matters is that I¡¯m dead.

    Right, dead as one can be. Deadier than a ghost.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

    In fact, I¡¯m so dead I can¡¯t even be called bones anymore, since all of them have already turned to ashes!

    No, I haven¡¯t been dead for a very long time. It¡¯s just that I died in a fire.

    A very common occurrence. I was working at my office when something exploded and the whole place catch fire.

    I was dead almost instantly. Then I noticed I had something like a soul.

    What is a soul ?

    A small ball of light. And nothing more, I think.

    So, here I am.

    You can call me ball-e.

    Bzzzz¡­

    Haha.

    Just joking.

    What now ?

    ****

    I have been waiting for a while.

    It¡¯s been five days already.

    I tried looking into the daily lives of my colleagues, and also doing things like flying around.

    I¡¯m just a small ball of light after all!

    But no one seems to be able to notice me. I have even been to a famous medium group, but they were all charlatans, I guess.

    If I peeked into the cute girls at the office while they bathed?

    Not at all.

    I have no carnal desires, since I¡¯m just a small soul. No need to do it.

    My family?

    I was a single child which never married and my parents are long gone. So all I did was to go to my apartment and say goodbye to my little Jerry.

    Jerry is my cat. Or was my cat. I have the feeling he could sense me briefly, as he looked in my direction, but it may be just a feeling.

    Luckily, I have left the window open, so he won¡¯t starve inside. That would be terrible!

    What should I do n¡­

    WHOA!

    - Calm down.

    I suddenly heard a very calm and soothing voice. It was as if I was totally safe.

    -Calm down. I¡¯m trying to contact you.

    Who¡¯s this?

    -Calm down now. It¡¯s all right. My name is Gaia. I¡¯m your mother earth.

    Whoa

    Mother earth?

    You mean, like, the planet?

    -Yes child. Your time here has ended, for you have matured enough already. You should go now, and spread the Seed of Reason into another.

    Seed of Reason?

    For some reason, I started feeling as a child being taken away from its mother into another¡¯s arms.

    -Worry not. Thou shall be protected. I shall not waste this chance, sister Gaia.

    I don¡¯t want to go! Release me!

    This new voice wasn¡¯t friendly! Get out! Let me go back!

    -Go now, child. It¡¯s time for you to mature already.

    But I don¡¯t want to!!

 Awakening and War Making

    Book 1 : The Emperor

    Chapter 1:

    When I opened my eyes, I was in the body of a little child.

    I should be around 2 or 3 years old.

    At first, I thought I was human again, but I soon noticed I wasn¡¯t.

    Because a torrent of information came to my head in a single moment.

    I¡¯m in a new world. A place in the same universe as earth, but totally different from it.

    There¡¯s many differences here from earth.

    The first one is that humans don¡¯t exist here. At least until now.

    I¡¯m one of the first races to inhabit this land.

    A True Elf.

    The True Elves are this world¡¯s first rational race. We are just like humans, except we have slightly pointy ears.

    Also, this is a fantastic world. Due to it being very young, different from earth, it still has magic!

    A very strong magic force permeates the whole world, and it will do so until True Humans evolve.

    But that will only happen if I can do my job right.

    As a former human from earth, my job is to bring civilization and progress to this place. Once I establish some degree of rationality I can go back home, or choose to stay here.

    Right now, I would definitely go right back home, though!

    The feeling in my chest is horrible, as I feel like a young child who just lost its mother. I didn¡¯t realize being sent to a different world would make me feel so¡­ so¡­ vulnerable.

    I feel like crying, but that would be useless.

    There are other children together with me, and once one of them started crying, it took a blow to the head, strong enough for it to faint!

    Why?

    Because everyone is naked and we live in a cave. Yes, I have been reincarnated in the Stone Age, where the smartest guy around can¡¯t even walk straight!

    How am I supposed to make this work ?!!

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    I got used to the rules of our village soon enough.

    It seems I have been living for some time already, since I have hazy memories of this place.

    Somehow, once I turned old enough, my former life¡¯s memories returned to me.

    True Elves mature absurdly fast.

    In just 3 years a child can grow into an adult. It seems I¡¯m about 2 and a half years old.

    They also reproduce at absurd rates. Pregnancy takes only sixty days, and children are always born in groups of five or six.

    Nothing like Elves in fiction, nothing at all.

    Why?

    Because True Elves are the mother of all rational races!

    From globins to dragons, we are supposed to be the ones who eventually evolve to give birth to all of those.

    This process shall take hundreds of millions, or even billions of years¡­

    And I may need to be around all the time.

    Since I am the carrier of the Seed of Reason - the one given by Gaia to this world¡¯s spirit, whose name is Tiphoon.

    This world¡¯s spirits don¡¯t have immortal souls yet, because one¡¯s immortal soul only forms once it reaches reason!

    Instead, they have mortal souls - pseudo-souls, like a humans¡¯ one, but which disappears after they die.

    So, as one who was previously born human, that is, a carrier of Innate Reason, I shall be responsible to guide this world¡¯s races to Reason - until some day, a True Human shall arise.

    What is a True Human?

    One just like me, who can even be reborn in the body of a Lesser Race, like the Elves, and still hold its mind and memories from a previous life.

    All humans on earth are like that. And all of us are supposed to be reincarnated somewhere else as Seeds of Reason once we die.

    And because of how many True Humans there are there, our planet is considered to be one of the greater and richer places in the universe.

    Tiphoon expects for me to do the same here.

    I hope I can do a good job¡­

    After all, this place may become my permanent home in the future. At least if mother earth refuses me once my work is done, as she seems to do with most people who try to go back¡­.

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    Tiphoon hasn¡¯t left me with little in terms of power.

    He has given me one which could be the greater of powers in this world. By just looking at things I can immediately know a lot about them.

    Things like if the thing is useful for magic, how to refine it into a weapon or how to take its alchemy and medicinal proprieties out.

    So far, I have already amassed a huge amount of power. Not to mention my tribe¡¯s Alpha Male, I have already taken dozens of villages and it has been only a couple months since I have reclaimed my old memories.

    It wasn¡¯t too difficult, as all the characteristics of a True Elf¡¯s body have been engraved in my mind already.

    I know all the ways to make it stronger, and all the ways to make it die. I know how to manipulate magic using my body, voice and mind, and how to craft amazing magic objects.

    The bigger problem now is how to create reason on my peers.

    Not that I have any attachments to them.

    My tribe wasn¡¯t monogamic, or even cared about motherhood. The children were taken care of by the closest female¡­. Or the one who eventually cared to give them food.

    So, I have no idea about who could be my father, mother or siblings.

    I¡¯m alone in this world.

    And I may forever be.

    I left the tent I have made with dinosaur skin and bones, and saw my new tribe in front of me.

    Roughly five hundred semi-rational bipedal beings, rolling in their own filth and incapable of making a single tool, except the most rudimental of stone weapons - a barbed knife to hit your enemy in the forehead with.

    They can¡¯t even make stone tools, cook or skin animals by themselves yet. That¡¯s too advanced for them. Last time I tried to show one of them how to make fire, all failed. Rubbing sticks broke. Spark-making stones where used to hit another elves. And magic made them prostrate in front of me, pissing themselves. Everything else failed as well.

    - AAAARRRRRRHUUUUAAAAA !!!

    I yelled while also channeling the world¡¯s magic into my throat, and the yell traveled hundreds of miles in all directions.

    The birds in the forest took flight and herds of huge animals started moving. This stone-age-like world is actually a lot younger than earth, and dinosaurs exist here, together with this First Civilization.

    My subjects looked to me in awe and fear.

    For them I am a god. One who strikes fear into their hearts and confuses their minds.

    For me, they are my heard, my children, my people and my burden.

    I¡¯m this world¡¯s first Witch King.

    And these are my subjects, who fight in the frontlines for me.

    - HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !

    A different yell, and we march for battle. We won¡¯t stop until all the True Elf tribes of this continent are under my banner.

    My first lesson to my people: Simple language and war.

    Why?

    Because they can¡¯t understand anything else. And because I need to breed them.

 A Lilâ€²Ranch in The Jungle

    Chapter 2:

    The results of my first campaigns are already evident.

    My subjects have increased.

    However, it would be useless to try and increase anymore.

    As much as I can hunt by myself, there is a limit to how many I can feed at once without using magic.

    Since they wouldn¡¯t learn it no matter how many times I used magic in front of them, this would be useless for their education.

    It has come to a point where I really need those dumb animals to learn some tricks.

    The True Elves are mostly gatherers. They don¡¯t even know how to hunt properly, unless one is talking about insects or dinorats.

    In fact, I would say the regular True Elf is even dumber than a dog. They can learn how to respond to simple commands, like my yells, but many can¡¯t even remember when I call them by name.

    That¡¯s why it¡¯s useless to try and keep the conquest of the continent at the current state of things.

    If these animals can¡¯t even feed themselves, and if I don¡¯t bring them meat on a regular basis, then they will just desert camp.

    Of course, I could just kill the deserters, but that would be to no avail.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

    Why kill them by hand if the other option is to let them die by hunger?

    - Uuu¡­ uuuuhhrr aaaaaah!

    - Quiet Dansir.

    This is the most rational amongst the True Elves. I call him Dansir, and he could be said to be my most promising ¡°general¡±.

    That¡¯s because he could learn a few tricks with a wooden spear I made for him.

    From what I can see, he is the most rational of this whole tribe.

    Besides him there are eight colonels, twenty-three commanders and one hundred and two captains in my army¡¯s official hierarchy.

    Those are the smartest amongst this one thousand-something subjects of mine.

    The general class can learn spear tricks. The colonel class can learn how to bash with a glaive and how to make those. The commander class can learn how to throw darts at the enemy with the use of a blowpipe. And the captain class can remember their own names, answering when called.

    It would be useless to name any more than those three classes. I believe the other Elves have a rough instinct of hierarchy, since there are some patterns on which Elves interact with the Commanders and how they do it, but I don¡¯t care at all.

    Let them develop their own Hierarchies. This will contribute to the increase of the general levels of rationality of this group.

    Not as much as my next step, however.

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    I have separated the Elves in two rough groups.

    For that I have first dug a big trench, and threw all the males, except those present in my Hierarchy, inside of this trench.

    I thought of plainly killing them, but I felt somewhat reluctant to do so.

    I may have massacred many True Elves until this moment, but killing these would accomplish me nothing.

    Besides, there may be some there who eventually show a greater level of reason than the others.

    Then I dug a second trench, and threw all the other Elves, that is, all the females and the males of my Official Hierarchy.

    I obviously expect for them to breed amongst themselves, luckily producing more rational offspring.

    The first trench has metal bars separating the low-reason males from the females and high-reason males, so the benefits of being smart will be easily noticed by the males.

 Its a Dogs Life

    It¡¯s been a few months now.

    Every day, at morning, I have been taking the dumb-males group on hunts. I have also given them all blowpipes, spears and simple barbed rocks.

    Of course, a very few of them managed to make use of those - the bigger part just killed itself.

    Then, at noon, I would take all the females and the high hierarchy group to the hunt.

    I did the same in terms of providing them all weapons, and in general, they performed a little better than the dumb-males group - even amongst the dumb-females group.

    However, they can¡¯t hunt when heavily pregnant, so this higher reason may just be a way Tiphoon found of preventing them all to die while in nature.

    After several incursions, I was able to pick most, if not all, of the dog-level rational beings. The Captain class increased by fifty members, the Commander class increased by ten members, the Colonel class increased by three and the General class increased by one.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

    A female which I named Erda.

    To make sure only the best offspring is born, I have re-organized the trenches.

    Dansir, Erda and all the Official Hierarchy¡¯s females have been put in a single trench only for them. I want to make sure nobility is born from them.

    The Colonel class and bellow Elves have been grouped together with as many females I have judged the males in these classes can impregnate in a month.

    An average True Elf male will have sex with a maximum of two females and a minimum of zero each day, succeeding in impregnation once every ten or so intercourses, or once every five days.

    I have provided that every single male of the Official Hierarchy will have access to an astonishing number of sixty females, so, even if they keep a great amount of sexual relations, it¡¯s certain that most of them will always have an available and not-pregnant female.

    All the other females, as well as the dumb males, I have grouped in a big trench and outright killed with a single death spell.

    I am not angry at them, but I have no use for them and they waste my time.

    I could have just sent them into the wild to live free, but then there would be the risk of them mingling with the selected breed I had just made - for example, when we are hunting or in the future, when we take more villages.

    I couldn¡¯t do anything besides what a dog breeder with too many dogs and not enough time to raise them all would do.

 Smart is a Good Thing

    The selected breeding has started to show its first results.

    The band of children following the group has shown visible growth in mental capacity. The parents also seem to have been inspired by me calling them by name, so the children seem to have been receiving names.

    At first some of the females would come to me and present the children, but I would just pat them on the head and send them off.

    I want them to understand that they can name their own children and each other as well. This will increase the depth of the current language they use.

    Such language has been consisting of only a few elements so far.

    A loud yell which means mostly ¡°pay attention to me¡±. Another which means ¡°follow me¡±.

    A third one means ¡°attack¡±, a fourth means ¡°stop¡± and a fifth means ¡°you can eat¡±.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.

    That, and, of course, the individual names of each Elf.

    ¡°Retreat¡± can be done by combining ¡°pay attention to me¡± and ¡°follow me¡±, so I didn¡¯t care to invent a specific word to mean it. It should come eventually as they become more adept at war.

    Of course, this can all be a placebo effect from my mind. Young children learn faster, so they may be just as stupid as the latter batch.

    Still, I don¡¯t think that¡¯s the case. Children usually come as well when we are hunting, so many have been imitating their parents in their playing around and showing remarkable results.

    How do we hunt with so many people?

    Dinosaurs are big things and this continent have many of them. I just need to keep the beasts caged with a magical semi-sphere-shaped barrier and eventually the warriors will follow me to it.

    Of course, I have kept the distinction by strength, and the old groups of ¡°dumb males¡± and ¡°dumb females and less dumb males¡±, ¡°reasonably rational females and smart males¡± and ¡°other females and top-level males¡± still exist.

    The greater progress, however, I have been seeing in the smart males group.

    They have started to try harder and harder to learn how to use lances, to ascend of class and enjoy benefits.

    I believe soon enough I will be able to refine these thing¡¯s reason further.

 The dumb. The smart. The ugly.

    A few months have gone by and I massacred the ¡°dumb males¡± group a few times. I have also massacred the ¡°dumb females¡± group a few times, since even as rewards for the ¡°less dumb¡± males they seem to be keeping the group behind.

    But now I believe I can¡¯t do it freely anymore.

    That¡¯s because the ¡°smart males¡± and ¡°top males¡± groups have begun to show clear signs of stress once I massacre the dumbest males and some of the dumb females.

    Recently they have even begun to select the less able of the hunting groups and present to me dead as sacrifice.

    Once a month or something they gang on a couple or so of the slowest of the group and beat them to death. Them they present the carcasses to me.

    Had the reproduction rates been slower and I would have stopped it, but this shows remarkable growth.

    Besides, I have seen the smarter and top females carrying for their own children and giving less care for the children of other females.

    Some of the top males have also noticed that some of the children are theirs, while others seem not to be.

    The logical conclusion is that, in a few months, they will begin to naturally compete for the top females - as soon as they notice that the top female¡¯s sons are less likely to be dumb.

    The females as well, I suspect, will start competing for the top males, and maybe even learn seduction.

    I shall be careful not to let all of the top females to converge into only the General Class males, since that would bring about a catastrophic reduction of the gene pool¡¯s variability, but I believe that to be nearly impossible so far.

    They are just too far away from forming families for this kind of behavior to show. Besides, the top males have limited stamina, so the females will probably be trimmed at its side due to being unable to conceive.

    Conception, by its side, has been an interesting thing.

    I haven¡¯t trimmed the sterile females from the group, since many of them form a bunch of good warriors which don¡¯t have the regular female¡¯s problems with periods and advanced pregnancy. I desire to incentive this group¡¯s ascension as they can become rather good teachers for the younger generation - combining the motherly closeness of females to children and their own predisposition to war.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

    Still, as many of the sterile females have been dumb females¡¯ due to repetitive incest and retardation, there has been some prejudice against them, leading to some good warriors being given as sacrifice just because of sterility.

    This has prompted me to act, so I have started to personally give names to some of the smart, but infertile, females.

    Those named by me receive special treatment in the group, since they have been ¡°touched¡± by my words. I expect for the sterility-beat-ups to be reduced and maybe¡­ maybe in the future the Top Males and Top Females may even realize incest is the cause for much of the retardation they have begun to hate.

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    As massacring the dumb males and dumb females¡¯ groups has become too stressful for the smartest in the group, I have begun to employ a new tactic, by creating the idea of ¡°cannon fodder¡±.

    I started to bring the Smart and Top groups of males with me, but also the dumb males.

    Then, I give an ¡°attack¡± order and, right after, a ¡°stay¡± order.

    The ¡°stay¡± order has a totally different phonetic compared to the usual yells, so only the Smart and Top males¡¯ groups have been able to understand it¡¯s meaning so far.

    The dumb males keep attacking and eventually all, or almost all, die while also tiring the beast we are hunting.

    The Smart group goes after that, since I have given a collective name to them all - a simple yell which they, as the Smart group, can already recognize as being ¡°them¡±.

    I order them to retreat after a while, so not many die. Then it¡¯s the time for the Top group, which finishes the beast and eats right after I have had my share.

    Such unfair system has motivated the Smart group to train even harder, and they have begun to evolve into middle class hard workers. A good chunk of them has also began to substitute some of the ¡°Top¡± males group, as the standards to be part of the group have increased, so these males have become wary and started to train as well.

    Soon I shall introduce a new weapon for them.

    Since the Top group already master the use of the knife, blowpipe, mace and spear, I should next introduce an improved weapon - the long spear.

    I suppose after that I can introduce improved stone knives, and finally, the bow.

    In the meantime, I shall introduce the sewing needle, the fishing rod and the use of wearing clothes as well.

    To tell the truth, the Top females have seen me skinning some game on my own, as well as racking furs, as I have shown them intentionally, but very, very few have tried doing that on their own.

    Once I start selecting those males and females who are proficient on those arts to form the new rank of Top Males, those above General Class, I suppose new competition shall arise.

    And since those are tools which require mastering, instead of just smarts, to use, I expect for the results to be very satisfactory.

    Soon. Soon my Elves shall surpass the dog level.

 Hunter-Gatherers

    It has been three years already since I took the community I had been born in as mine, and started my conquest after that.

    I never came to know if I even had parents in that community, since I was raised as one of the tribe¡¯s children and not as a specific mother¡¯s and father¡¯s child.

    Maybe I have killed my own father as I first killed the alpha mile of my group and took his place. Who knows.

    Some of the children born after me are already adults, but the selective breeding has been giving amazing results.

    The ¡°Smart¡± and ¡°Top¡± groups now have stricter requirements of belonging, and regular spear users have fallen way behind on the ¡°Less Dumb¡± group.

    The children also have a remarkable growth compared to the adults, and filial piety has started to show its first signs, as some have started to care for the adults who look like them.

    The new generation also doesn¡¯t engage in incest so often, and train hard to reach the Top group.

    The new Top group now is mostly formed of young adults who have yet to reach adulthood.

    I have big hopes for them.

    Not only that, the establishment of the human sacrifice tradition, as well as the competition for the best males and best females, has reached a point where I no longer have to separate the groups by myself.

    They can recognize themselves by Group names, and still live in separate quarters, but now the coming and going is free between groups, as I have removed the trench¡¯s doors.

    To my surprise, a very few (only half a dozen so far) of the Top Group Youngsters have shown not fear, but marvel at the signs of me using magic.

    I have selected those and put them into a separate quarter, which I have called the ¡°mage¡¯s quarters¡±.

    I perform the most basic of magic every day in front of them, showing in detail how one should breath, how one should concentrate, and how one should feel - the hardest part, since the new word I came for ¡°magic flow in your arms¡± remains a mystery to them.

    Who knows. Maybe one of them may understand it someday. They are all hard-working Elves coming from a highly competitive environment, and are also doing overtime training by watching me perform magic.

    Maybe. Just maybe they shall learn how to do it eventually.

    Anyhow.

    Since the dumbest of males and females are now the ones which used to be on top of the social pyramid, I obviously can¡¯t just massacre them.

    The other groups would just become frightened and increase the amount of human sacrifice.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

    So, I have been selecting quite a few of those, as well as a much-reduced number of those of upper echelons, and telling them to ¡°stay¡± every time I move the group towards north, towards war and conquest.

    A little later, I return and say ¡°attack¡± while pointing towards the forest. Then I vanish. This has been enough for them to understand that they should hunt by themselves.

    They have become settlers. Dansir, my first-named Elf, was one of those first settlers.

    He belonged now to the ¡°less dumb¡± group, after he met his reason¡¯s limit in the Improved Knife and Clothes Sewing methods.

    For some reason, I feel no attachment to him.

    He was my first General, yes, but it has been only a few years we have meet each other.

    In the end, he was like a cherished dog I had left behind in someone else¡¯s house.

    I feel a somewhat sad feeling in my chest for getting rid of him, but I know he and the other settlers should be more than smart enough to survive on their own.

    If even the absurdly stupid Elves we find in the caves to the north can do it, my settlers should be like gods in front of them.

    About those, I have let them for the Top group to use as they please.

    Some of the females are used for victory-sex a few times, but soon the Top males tire of them and, with rare exceptions, what we see after conquest is a blood bath of human sacrifices in my name.

    A very few ¡°dumb¡± males and females, that is, spear-capable users, survive our incursions and become part of the group.

    Still, most just die.

    Not that I care.

    Their mortal souls are just like a plant¡¯s or an animal¡¯s. They aren¡¯t even able to retain reason after death, and soon the souls they had dissipate along with their minds, only their Seeds reincarnating afterwards.

    If so, aren¡¯t I doing a favor to them giving them a new chance at being reincarnated with better genetics, as smarter animals?

    There is even a slim chance that one of them become like Grundir - the first of the mage quarter¡¯s Elves to reach success in magic.

    She produced a very unstable magic blast - a pure wave of magic energy.

    So, I praised her heavily, gave her a new name to substitute the old grumbling-like one, and repeatedly called her to be the second one to eat, right after me.

    Maybe someday this world won¡¯t have enough magic, and only those absurdly talented will be able to do magic, while warriors will have no chances to do so.

    However, this world¡¯s magic is just so abundant even common animals can use it. In this sense, having Reason is more of an obstacle to the True Elves than an advantage, since magic requires feeling and instinct to be manipulated.

    Now that Grundir has become able to do magic, I expect for the mage¡¯s quarter to increase in size exponentially.

    After all, she has been able to understand just what ¡°feeling the magic flow¡± is, and used her gestures and proto-language like words to show it to her quarter¡¯s friends, which quite quickly became able to tap a little bit into it.

    Soon, those members of the mage¡¯s quarters should become the new Top amongst the Elves, also inspiring the others to lose their fear and tap into what they still think is ¡°divine¡±.

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    Of course, Grundir has become a little bit over-confident after being able to use magic, and tried to touch me.

    I haven¡¯t touched a single Elf so far, except for killing them.

    She may have thought that learning magic made her an equal to me, so I made sure to slap her hard and roar a fire-spitting fury near her.

    All her hair and some of her head was burnt by it, but she seems to have understood my message.

    Do not think you are high enough to touch me just because you know a few tricks!

    This act of mine also made some of the Top-level dogs to think she had incurred my anger and should be sacrificed.

    I watched as she used magic to beat a couple of Elves before being restrained and brought to the sacrifice stone in front of my tent, and as she yelled at me with teary eyes.

    I''ve let the execution proceed.

    She still has use for me, yes. Now, more than ever, since she is the living proof that taking liberties with me shall bring disgrace to one, no matter how powerful they are.

    I value power and reason. Not dogs who doesn¡¯t know their damn place!

 Intermission Chapter 1

    Dansir woke up in the middle of the night.

    Something was happening.

    His body tensed up while he stealthily moved in the shadows of the rustic buildings master had taught them how to build.

    Dansir had a good life under master, but then he became unable to grow. First he had many females and walked right besides master, but them the younger took his place.

    Dansir felt like an old man, even if he wasn¡¯t all that old.

    True Elves could live for quite a while, but they usually didn¡¯t. There were too many dumb ways to die, and their species had a truly remarkable ability to explore all of them.

    Dansir stepped on the shadows of the last building he could access. Moans came from places near him, and he felt that those still awake were stupid.

    There were many as able as him, but unable to hold themselves when the females were given to them.

    On every tribe ever, the Master would take the females and give only the ugly ones to the other males.

    But on Masters¡¯ tribe all the Females were given to those who knew how to follow Master, not how to beat others.

    So, some of the smart and strong, but wild, would eventually expend all night with the females, and then would be too tired to follow Master.

    The females didn¡¯t have to worry too much. They could be dumb if they had good bellies. If they could make children, then Master wouldn¡¯t kill them.

    Even the females with bad bellies could live if they could follow Master.

    The females cared not for the health of those who couldn¡¯t control themselves. They needed children in their bellies, and if someone didn¡¯t push them out at night, they would jump on them and make them tired.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

    And then Master would kill them.

    Dansir ignored the moans and threw himself on the ground.

    This Master had taught them, so they wouldn¡¯t be seen by beasts.

    If Master could see Dansir now, maybe Master would give Dansir praise. But Master wouldn¡¯t care for a single Elf in the mud. Even if Master could see them all, Dansir knew that, as long as he faked to be just strolling randomly in the middle of the night, Master wouldn¡¯t see him.

    Master was scary.

    Dansir didn¡¯t want to get Masters¡¯ attention, so he only learned what he had to in order to follow Master. Soon, in the middle of a field, Dansir saw what the commotion was.

    A young child had been born with teeth and kicking, and now its skin was turning purple while it grew weird markings on its body.

    Dansir shuddered at the scene.

    This was a Mages¡¯ child, a cursed one.

    Some wanted to learn Masters¡¯ divine powers at the beginning, but soon Cursed Children started to be born from those who mingled in it.

    Once a female touched Master. It held its Cursed Child in hand, asking for Masters¡¯ help, but Master ignored it.

    Dansir thought Master refused to see the Child because he didn¡¯t like to look at ugly things, but the truth was that he couldn¡¯t see it.

    And then, when Master was touched, he spat fury over her, making Dansir think the Cursed ones were to be forever left out of Masters¡¯ sight.

    Somethings would forever be occult to the Overseer of this world, and someone had to pay the price for it.

    The child started to spit fire from its markings, and everyone was panicking. Soon Master would be affected by it, and become weird again.

    They quickly took the childs¡¯ mother and opened her womb. Inside, they found a bright stone adorned with a fiery rune in reddish colors.

    The mother tried to cry, but everyone held her mouth closed. She bit someones¡¯ finger, and then they shoved a whole hand in her mouth and she couldn¡¯t bite anymore.

    They took the rune and bashed the Cursed Child in the head with it.

    Blood flowed down like a small river, tainting the earth and making bone sprouts appear in the dirt.

    Those flourished into bone powder flowers, and its nauseating aroma spread around the place.

    Everyone hung their noses, as that was magic smell - once one sniffed it, their bodies would ache all over, they would start to vomit and crap themselves, and then they would have a high fever which would make them mad.

    The Cursed Child died, and someone had to pay the price.

    If Dansir was a man from earth, then maybe he would compare magic to radiation, and the children of magicians with deformed children born of exposure to it.

    Except, of course, Magic wasn¡¯t such a thing - and these children weren¡¯t cursed at all.

    Dansirs¡¯ Master would be overjoyed if he could see the so called ¡°Cursed Children¡± been born.

    But he couldn¡¯t. And forever he wouldn¡¯t be able to.

    Some things must be forever occult to the Overseer.

 Winning the War

    Book 2

    As time went by, I won the war.

    Meaning I took the entire continent, wiped out most of the dumb Elves in it and spread my settlers all over the place.

    Those, faster or slower depending on if they followed my army or stayed in some camp, kept progressing in their civilization training, but changed a little bit.

    After Grundir¡¯s example, only two other mages appeared. They dared not to act like her, so I gave them several gifts and presents.

    This stimulated the other Elves to learn magic, and by the end of the fifth year of campaign the Top ranks of my army already consisted of Long-Spear-using-reasonable-language-understanding-elementary-magic-users.

    The language was still awfully unrefined, but the top echelon could hold short conversations while using it.

    More importantly, it had become a living thing!

    One day I hear a new mumbling, and immediately knew, thanks to Tiphoon¡¯s power, that it was a new word - as well as its meaning.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

    The first new word uttered by a member of my tribe. I gave such a big smile to the one saying it, he or she may not have understood why I was so happy by she using the word ¡°poop¡±.

    Anyhow, I gave her a name. Those are important for my followers.

    That gave rise to a small misunderstood as some of the Elves started saying ¡°poop¡± and pointing it to me whenever they saw it, but I just ignored them and eventually it seems someone understood that what I liked was to see them inventing new words.

    Soon the Elves under my banner started naming all sorts of things and practices. I laughed soundly for the first time in a long while!

    That night I single handily brought an adult brontosaurus back for dinner, slowly roasted it using three giant trees as a meat hack and the ten-thousand strong army ate to their heart¡¯s content until there wasn¡¯t even a single piece of bone marrow left.

    The dinosaur¡¯s skeleton and meat hack then become the foundation for my new endeavor.

    Teaching those brute salvages some more refined arts.

    Most specifically, agriculture and animal taming.

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    It was a surprise for me how quickly the Elves learnt those two arts. It took only around half an year for them to learn how to plant and tame small animals, as well as rudiments about how to build simple cottages.

    Language is a wonderful thing, wonderful indeed!

    What should take years in middle of weird grunts, gesture and mumblings could be taught in a single five-minute conversation.

    I silently tanked the heavens in my heart. Strangely, Tiphoon seemed to answer, as a ray of light pierced the heavy clouds above me to light the place I stood in for a few moments.

    It should be obvious that the Lord, this planet¡¯s spirit that is, would be watching over me.

    Only when it receives the blessing of Eternally Rational souls will I be free to leave this hell, after all.

    Am I not a fallen angel of some sort, paying for my sins in eternal damnation?

    Non-sense.

    I¡¯m just a reincarnated human. Not an angel at all

 Feng Shui

    After disbanding most of my army, only 3000-strong remained with me.

    Those where the crem-de-la-crem.

    The strongest, most rational and powerful males and females of the old group. Even if a modern human would still call them barbaric savages.

    Still, not all of those shall go with me to my kingdom.

    90% of those shall stay behind, near the foundations where the post-war party was held.

    Only 300 specimens shall ascend with me.

    Those are the absolute best, and, dare I say, the ones who have so much potential I can grin only by looking at them.

    The reason is simple: The time of differentiation is drawing near.

    As soon as this world¡¯s True Elves reach a certain level of rationality and creativity, their own bodies will start to modify.

    This is one of the particularities of True Elves. They are a primitive race by nature. The mother and the father of all myriad races which shall inhabit this world one day.

    The only one who doesn¡¯t change with reason and creativity is me, given Tiphoon¡¯s blessings.

    In fact, the 10% most Elite of my people have already started to mutate. They have small changes to their ears, which became a little longer.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

    If they stay in the ground, they will become High Elves, but I do not wish for that. I wish for them to become Angels, Demons, Dragons and Demi-Gods.

    Those kinds of beings can¡¯t be formed under this world¡¯s current magic power. It is immense, but it is also too chaotically aligned, and those kinds of beings need purer and more refined energy to be born.

    Only by reaching the apex of energy of this planet, by channeling it all towards a single point, can I reach the amount of needed energy to form these kinds of creatures!

    Therefore, I prepared a Great Tree.

    It has its roots firmly planted on the Foundation I built out of the brontosaurus¡¯ remains, as well as many other much stronger beings, which the members of my army didn¡¯t see me gathering.

    All the powerful dead dinosaurs here bring about a majestic amount of death aura. Say what you want, those beings are gigantic creatures of immense might. In this planet, currently, there are none as strong as them.

    Such aura can subdue anything. Even the world¡¯s energy.

    And by subduing it, it becomes ethereal and extremely condensed. It reaches the peak of yin energy and buries itself underground.

    But it is in the peak of yin that yang is first born.

    A small, but immensely fierce wood flame qi fuels itself from the perpetual yin qi, nourishing the tree¡¯s roots with yang water energy.

    This yang water energy is the sole most powerful force for plants, which are the natural catalysts of the world for the transformation of yang water energy into yin wood energy!

    That¡¯s why I have decided to channel the world¡¯s energy to this place, by creating World Veins.

    Those World Veins come from all sources, as I manipulated a gigantic spell-array all over the planet.

    I first thought that Tiphoon would object, since I was mutating its body, but only quiet acquiescence came from it.

    It knows that Angels, Demons, Dragons and other such species shall give him faster development, since those shall become the forefathers of immensely gifted humans!

    This is why this world, through the course of a few weeks, slowly grew energy patterns all over itself.

    Initially, these energy patterns would be determined by the planet¡¯s feng shui. But as Tiphoon is a very young planet, not even reaching the billion years of age, it is too irregular for allow for such!

 Terraforming

    Even earth, many times older than Tiphoon, didn¡¯t had a perfect spherical shape - and therefore didn¡¯t distributed all its energy equally around its surface, forming veins of energy all around itself.

    And earth¡¯s veins where much less chaotic than Tiphoon¡¯s !

    So, I carved Tiphoon¡¯s planetary body with energy veins, artificially maintained by an immense planetary array. Those veins would convert the chaotically scattered Qi to this place.

    With time, if left alone, this enormous amount of Qi would change Tiphoon¡¯s body, making the middle of this continent, where I have directed all of this energy to, into a huge and extremely deep lake of lava, continuously spurring volcanic fumes.

    Energy, after all, is yang in its nature while measured against mater, and it would make this whole place an enormous and fuming desert!

    But I would not allow for that. So, I reunited a great number of dead creatures at the junction of all energy, and forced the earth to rise all around the continent, by borrowing Tiphoon¡¯s power to change the continent¡¯s tectonic plate.

    The whole continent became a huge basin, even if with just a slight inclination, so not to disturb too much the life which grew alongside it, gathering not only water from the mountains, but also all the nutritious, and extremely yin, dead mater which came from dead plants, animals, people, and all sorts of residues and minerals.

    The whole of the planet¡¯s Qi, of course, couldn¡¯t be contained by this single continent¡¯s mater, so I obviously didn¡¯t channel all of it here. Specially since It would freeze an enormous area of the planet, as it¡¯s heat energy, which comes from the Qi which is produced by this planet¡¯s sun, would be all focused here.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

    So, I also redirected much of the planet¡¯s Qi all around it, specially it¡¯s hottest and most Yang-Fire oriented Qi, the Emperor Qi.

    Still, a huge amount of it was directed here, and it perfectly balanced the continental basin, giving birth to waves after waves of pure white clouds which would spread all around the center of the continent, bringing blessed rain, as well as myriad ethereal fumes, to all of it.

    Since the borders of the continent also have a good balance of sea currents, with both hot and cold currents circulating around it, there shall be no lack of rain, and not too much of it, even if this is to be kept for millions of years!

    As long as the mountains in the border of the continent remain strong, it shall never run dry of nutrients for plants.

    One day, of course, they will cease to be - like all things. But by them, many eras will have passed, and time will come for me to rework the whole of Tiphoon¡¯s body again.

    At the center of all, amongst the huge lake of Yin and Yang in perfect harmony, with the death energy burrowing the Qi of the world deep, the tree¡¯s roots grew strong, and it¡¯s leaves first touched the sky only a few months after being born.

    If one is to look for the total depth of its roots, one would need to leave Tiphoon¡¯s crust and reach its mantle. For only when the flow of water and nutrients from the tree reach a very deep spot inside of Tiphoon¡¯s extremely hot mantle, would the amount of pure pressure from the hot steam stop the flow of the powerful yin from the huge lake above, and the trees¡¯ roots would meet its ends at the point where it became too hot for it to spread to - even while being feed with the yang water energy.

    As long and thick are a tree¡¯s roots, is as long and thick can it grow its trunk and branches.

    The 500km long roots allowed for the top of the tree to reach the sky, surpassing most of the atmosphere and almost reaching space.

    Where not this a world rich in energy, so rich in fact magic was possible, the tree, even with the most powerful nutrition and all of the planet¡¯s qi condensed around itself, would not be able to survive such high and low temperatures, pressure and so on.

    This tree, therefore, was denominated by me the ¡°World Tree¡±.

    And all of the great races of the world shall originate from either the depths of its roots or the heights of its branches.

 About Qi and Magic

    Qi isn¡¯t the same as Magic Power.

    Qi is energy. It¡¯s everywhere, and it composes everything.

    Heat, coldness, heaviness, mass, space and time, radiation, light¡­. Everything is Qi.

    But Qi isn¡¯t magic power.

    Magic power¡­. It could be said to be knowledge. But that would be wrong. It could be said to be comprehension. But that would be wrong as well.

    Magic power is something. But as much as a blind person can¡¯t know what color is without seeing it, a regular human from eath probably will never know what magic power is.

    Unless it has been trained extensively like a Shaolin Monk or something, of course.

    Since Qi has intimate relation to Magic Power, and Magic Power is the force to move the Qi.

    One can say a mage uses his Mind to move energy - or even to change the Laws of Physics.

    But that would be wrong.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    The laws are there, and they don¡¯t change.

    The mage¡¯s mind is there as well, and still, imagining something or effectively producing it as magic are totally different things.

    The force which connects the mage¡¯s heart, mind and body to Energy, to Qi, be it in the form of light, heat, mater, or even space and time - this is Magic Power.

    The heart allows for the mind to focus. The body produces and stores both Qi and Magic. And the Mind instructs Magic to Move.

    However, if Magic Power can move Qi after being instructed by the mind, then as well Qi can move Magic Power, as long as there is enough of it.

    Just imagine Magic Power as a river, which has a dam regulating its flux, and Qi as a small amount of dirt. The mages¡¯ mind is the dam, and the mage is the one who can release more or less water, and also decide where it will go to.

    Except that, if the dam is too thin, or the river suddenly expands, the dam will explode. If a mountain suddenly gets in front of the dam, as well, then the river won¡¯t be able to move it, no matter how the mage instructs it to go. It will be deflected instead - contrary to what the mage desires and following the course of nature.

    This kind of power will move the foolish mage¡¯s mind, spirit, emotions or even body in turn, if it is too dumb to know its own limits.

    Yes, Magic Power allows for amazing things to happen. It can change the basic structure of mater by manipulating energy, space, time, gravity, magnetism and even other forces and substances, directly!

    It can change gravitons, bend space or even produce toxic radiation.

    But It is also dangerous.

    Foolish is the mage who doesn¡¯t know its own limits, since he is bound to be teared apart by the very magic power he tried to control.

    Just like a dam exploding from too much pressure.

 The Beginning of a Thousand Great Races

    I thought about magic while seeing the hundredth True Elf blowing into smithereens in front of me.

    The time of the Golden Age is coming fast.

    Differentiation has now achieved its peak, and soon the world will be flooded with creatures.

    Eventually they shall live by themselves and build empires.

    When the time comes, I must slumber.

    There is a maximum of civilization I can just directly inject on these beings.

    True Elves are by nature limited. And their transformations and offspring, including Dragons and Demi-Gods, are just as limited.

    Some levels of Reason and Creativity can¡¯t be achieved unless they become true humans, like the ones on earth.

    Until they are ready to start the second wave of differentiation, millions of years from now, I should just slumber and let them slowly evolve.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    This is why, as a new platoon of True Elves finally reach the branch right under me, I congratulate them.

    - ¡°Well done. Now, I shall show you even greater heights.¡±

    The platoon showed awfully despaired faces.

    - ¡°Fear not. This is the last one I wish for you to reach.¡±

    Some of them showed some hope after I said that, but not many.

    A long time has passed now, since I first planted the World Tree.

    It has reached even greater heights and depths, over 600km down and under earth.

    The amount of Qi moving towards a single direction has also caused for a massive amount of Magic Power to come, and the tree itself became so infused with it that every single piece of wood and every single leaf are as magical as a philosopher¡¯s stone, capable of curing any disease or even killing a god.

    The tree has also developed its own consciousness, and quickly pledged its unwavering loyalty to me.

    Only a bit more¡­

    Five hundred thousand years.

    This is how much time I have spent on this chore of guiding the True Elves up and down the World Tree.

    My body, simultaneously inhabiting two places at the same time.

    One at the top of the tree, stimulating the Elves to climb ever higher.

    One at the bottom of it, stimulating them to go ever deeper.

    This way, all kinds of races have been born so far, as new settlements are constantly build on the branches of the world tree, and there the Elves reproduce and live for a few years, until some of the older ones start to mutate.

    At the time, the younger and most talented generation is ordered to try and go higher with me.

    And soon¡­.

    Soon the last of the Great Races will be born.

 Intermission Chapter 2

    The Traitor walks amongst us.

    He can¡¯t see me. I¡¯m one of the Pure Ones.

    God has told me.

    Of how we should be aware of The Traitor. He who betrayed even God itself.

    None can beat him. None can defeat him. The Traitor of Heaven walks amongst us, the Fallen Angel, the First Son of God.

    And still we cannot go against him.

    Such is the will of Yaweh, for he has created the Oppositor, the Betrayer, for us to live and also to test our faith.

    This world is the world of the Betrayer, and we must find ways to overcome it without defeating it.

    - ¡°AAAAAAHHHHHH¡­ PLEASE¡­. OH GOD, PLEASE, TAKE ME, GOD, PLEASE!¡±

    Another screaming Elf.

    The Indignant People who follow the Oppositors¡¯ every last order.

    I pity them.

    God, however, has told me of their crime.

    Since they decided to follow the Oppositor into decadence and depravity, so they have become the Indignant People.

    Soon, a set of beautiful wings emerge from the poor elfs¡¯ body. I peer deeper than the naked eye can see and a small, white Seed can be seen inside the child¡¯s soul. Soon it will start to cover the childs¡¯ body with the Holy Marks.

    Rejoice. It is a Child of God.

    From time to time, God will cleanse some of the Children amongst the Indignant People.

    Such is his Mercy towards them. And for this God is Merciful.

    I walk down the mighty Trees¡¯ branch.

    My wings flutter in the sky as I reach downwards, towards the Realm of the Traitor.

    So God has told us, that the Traitors¡¯ reason to be is us, but his power comes from the sea of Fire and Sulphur bellow the dirt of the world, as well as the Great Waters on the Unreachable Dark Sea above the Sky.

    His power comes from Hellish Fire, and his power comes from the Eternal Sea.

    Only God, whose mighty existence is not disturbed by those, is higher than The Traitor.

    I reach bellow, and soon I began to see beings of great intelligence, but perverted by their lack of faith.

    - Halt, White Archangel. What do you want at the Pure Crystal Heavens¡¯ Ancestral Grounds?

    A lowly one tries to stop me. Despicable!

    - Out of my way, old woman. I bring the Word of God, of the True and only God!

    - We do not need your Words, Archangel. We have Prophets amongst us as well.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.

    My eyes turn cold as I touch my swords¡¯ guard.

    - Out of my way, I say.

    The Old Woman, however, doesn¡¯t do as I say. It spits on its own hand, and soon a small sword can be seen there. It immediately grows to the right size, spitting light of weird radiance.

    Its shape remembers me of pain and fright.

    - Do you really want to go against a Gatekeeper of Purity, Archangel?

    It¡¯s Seed isn¡¯t only black. It¡¯s so black looking at it is the same as looking at the Eternal Sea above. This one must have been touched by the Oppositor. I squint my eyes at it, cursing this lowly race.

    - You dare to hold a sword against an envoy from White Heaven?!

    - You dare to threaten the one Chosen to keep your despicable race away from our Ancestral Land? Get lost before I cut of your head and feed it to the Tree!

    I grind my teeth, but there is nothing I can do.

    God writes right on wrong lines. I cannot blame anyone else but me for my lack of foreshadowing in choosing this one Gate to access the Indignant People.

    - May you be cursed, damn keeper. I shall return!

    - Not while I am here, pawn!

    The Gatekeeper stays at her post, while I flee. Soon I find another gate, and this time the useless thing in the way doesn¡¯t dare to look at me.

    Just as it should be.

    I descend at the Palace and storm the doors open.

    There isn¡¯t a being here who can stop me as I reach the Jade Throne.

    - White Archangel, what is the reason for your visit?

    The lowly one at the throne speaks to me. Its¡¯ hair is combed on an imperial style, and its robes are simple, but, still, made of fiery silk.

    - I have come to tell your foolish people to surrender yourselves to God. So it has been foretold, so it has been decided, that War shall wage between our Peoples, if so it happens that the Gospels of God aren¡¯t spread far and wide in your kingdom!

    The one at the throne smiles a deceptive smile.

    - You are a fool, Archangel. How many times has it been since the last time you told us these words? You know your White Heaven cannot defeat a single one of us in battle.

    I tremble in rage.

    - Your cowardice is despicable, useless man! How many more Pure Ones shall die because of your coward actions?! Shouldn¡¯t you be ashamed of being made of Heavenly Fire?

    - Pure? For all that has been told, for all that we know about the truths of the universe, these poor children whose Seeds are too white to be seen by the Overseers¡¯ ever-present vision should live better if they die at once.

    - Despicable! And you still call yourself a King, sacrificing your own people like that?!

    - I have not a people, Archangel. I have students. Followers. They pledge allegiance to me, and that is all. If you come to massacre them, and they so ask of their teacher, then I shall protect them.

    The debauching man in front of me makes me unable to hold the anger inside my heart any longer.

    - Useless trash! With your profane teachings, how can they ask for protection !

    I draw my blade and rush in front of it, determined to end its life once and for all.

    We are the Pure ones of God, not playthings on your hand!

    As I cut it, the feeling of my sword going through flesh reaches my arm. I grim.

    It is as I thought. The legends are false.

    There are no devilspawn who are protected by the Betrayer in this world. There are none who are above Divine Justice! The Pure shall prevail. That is all.

    However, my illusion lasts only a single moment.

    Pain takes me, as I fall to the ground. The useless kings¡¯ laughter hurts my ears.

    - Hahaha. Another one. You White Seed Archangels surely are stupid. Or maybe it is because you are defective from birth. When will you learn? You cannot touch me. You cannot touch any of us.

    I hold the wound on my shoulder and look at the useless thing in front of me.

    Why does God allow for such a thing? Why does it allow for the Betrayer to have servants on all races?

    - You surely seem like you¡¯re thinking some useless things, Aberration. Things like ¡°¡¯the Betrayers¡¯ protection¡± or something. Shouldn¡¯t you stop it already? It is clear what is happening here, and you should know it as well.

    - Shut up, devilspawn! I have no need for the poisonous words of your tainted heart. My ears are to hear Gods¡¯ words, and not yours!

    The things¡¯ face become cold and it looks at the entrance of the Palace.

    - Very well. I hope you can hear it well over at the nothingness. You surely will expend a long time there.

    The word frightens me. I take my sword and try to react in time, but the Tribulation comes faster than I could react.

    My head rolls on the ground and my Seed is taken from my body.

    I look at it, and something inside me smiles. The Seed I so long repressed, the one I was born with, brilliant and invisible to the Betrayer, except for a small dot of impurity. The Mark of Evil inside my Heart.

    The mark has been taken and, now, I can finally die in peace.

    Sin has been taken away from me. And so I can be with the Creator forever.

 Ascension

    Book 3

    I finished ascending to Outer Space.

    Under the gaze of those who call themselves ¡°Apex Existences¡±, all their struggles are useless.

    The last of the True Elves present at the last branch of the World Tree had turned into them, so nothing higher could be born.

    And even if there were any True Elves remaining, it wouldn¡¯t be easy to do so.

    The Tree is a great beacon of Qi and Magic Power. Its higher branches have such concentrated Yang Qi, those inhabiting it are like small suns. Its depths have managed to accumulate such concentrated Yin Qi with the passage of the time, that those inhabiting it are like small black holes.

    At surface level, the Tree stands alone, it¡¯s roots firmly planted in a gigantic marsh land, like a sea of mud. Its main root is exposed for dozens of kilometers, while huge tunnels and enormous amounts of deceased bodies and organic mater rest in its hundreds of thousands of caves, feeding such death energy to it that Liches, Skeletal Dragons and Death Lords spawn naturally.

    Near the end of the tree¡¯s roots, only a bit before the heat from the mantle starts to lower the amount of Yin present, there is such concentrated Yin Water Qi dripping from the rocky walls around that even an undead would be destroyed by its purity and coldness.

    The tree¡¯s roots, however, can survive this due to the great amount of Yang Qi it is capable of taking from Tiphoons¡¯ mantle.

    Isn¡¯t it ironic that the higher yang races are on the top of the tree, but the higher yin races are about halfway to the end?

    Lower than that¡­ lower than that there are races of yang water energy, yin wood energy, yang wood energy, yin fire energy, and, lastly, yang fire energy.

    In the end, those at the Highest Heights and those at the Deepest Depths aren¡¯t so different at all.

    Lifeforms born from Yang Fire Qi.

    Except those above are born from Yang Fire Yang Fire Qi, almost directly from sunlight¡­ from radiation from the sun.

    As those bellow are born from Yang Metal Yang Fire Qi, directly from the lava underground¡­ from the heated guts of Tiphoon.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

    Those are the top are Righteous. Those in the bottom are Mischievous and Impetuous.

    And those in the middle way to the bottom¡­ haha. Poor of any of those at the bottom if they try to mess with them.

    Unbelievably dense, unbelievably tainted in its purity, and unbelievably deadly.

    Only those at the very top would be able to counter such concentrated Yin Water Yin Qi. Except, the result would probably be mutual annihilation.

    As for the names of such races¡­

    Those who inhabit the surface, near the Tree, are undeads of all kinds. Away from it, the continent has such myriad races it is impossible to name all.

    Those who inhabit the very first branches upwards would be Wood Elves.

    Those a little above are High Elves and Winged Serpents.

    Higher one can see Sky Elves and Wyverns.

    Above, there are Natural Spirits and Half-Dragons.

    Then, High Spirits and True Dragons.

    After them, there come the ones I call Saints, but which many of the races under call simply Gods. They have a little contact with Tiphoon, and some mastery over smaller reigns of the world, such as deer, carps, some fruits and etc are given to them. They can manipulate those things in some sense, and are connected to them.

    Above them, however, come the Demi-Gods, but which are called High Gods by others. Those have higher contact with Tiphoon, and have received dominion over large reigns, such as the seas or the earth.

    Above even demi-gods, there come those I have called Enlightened. Enlightened because they know about my existence, and also a little bit about my ordeal.

    They are a bit aware of what the world shall go through, and work towards making it a smoother and faster process.

    Then, above even those, come the Sages.

    Those already know that any work in this regard is useless, since I have expended a longer time with them, and they understood that we aren¡¯t so different at all - except for all the power and blessings I received from Tiphoon. Until the time of human appearance is here, no one will truly progress - and what if the Enlightened manage to shorten the time of the next differentiation?

    They will only be free once a race they do not know of, the ¡°Humans¡± start to appear on this world.

    If their destiny is to be unable to reach a greater good and they shall not die of old age or disease, why work towards anything?

    They patiently wait the end of times, while also living their own lives.

    Above there are the many Hierarchies of Angels, which have not but one purpose: To serve Tiphoon, even if the god himself doesn¡¯t see any merit on any work they can do. The higher class of angels, the Seraphim, do know that Tiphoon is too big and eternal to care about anything they do, but hasten to make prevail order, expansion, and other such characteristics of the Yang Fire Yin Fire Qi to prevail.

    That, of course, means battle in heaven - since some of the angels somewhat began to think they are the only ones who can speak to Tiphoon, while also cursing the black color of their Seeds. What¡¯s that about?

    They seem to think the dark color on ones¡¯ Seed makes them sinners, but that seems totally stupid to me. All seeds are black, so how come they think they can make something to have them whitened?

    Unless they find a way to destroy ones¡¯ Seed, they won¡¯t be able to do it. Except it is impossible to do so - even for me.

    Anyhow.

    In the end, they are still The Yin Fire Qi inside the Yang Fire, so there is another class above them.

    Those are the Immortals - above Angels, Sages, Enlightened and Gods, those are the Yang Fire of Yang Fire Qi.

    The Immortals care not for the world, not to say they mostly despise it, as their bodies and consciousness are pure light and heat.

    However, they dared to grown too arrogant, so I limited them and placed a great seal on them as well.

    As I ascend to beyond where they lie, this seal of mine shall last until the day I remove it, eternity from now.

 Slumber

    But that is just the upwards hierarchy of beings in the World Tree.

    Downwards one will find beings equally powerful to those listed above, such as Swamp Witches, Giant Purple Worms, Dark Spirits, Earth, Stone and Metal Dragons, Dark Saints, Dark Gods, Furious Buddhas, Poisonous Sages, Frost Demons and, most Yin of all, the Eternal Shadows.

    Those, however, have two big differences from those above.

    First, they tend to never leave the tree by themselves. Due to the great Yin affinity they have, not to mention the presence of the Undead on the surface, these beings tend to live in tunnels made by digging around the roots of the World Tree - where the rocks and earth are softer and the Tree Root itself can protect them from a tunnel collapsing. The Eternal Shadows do not move at all, and one must step into one for it to have enough Yang energy to move.

    Therefore, I needed not to place seals on them.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

    Secondly, however, those beings are the ones who live near the absolute Yin at the roots of the Tree, on top of the increasing Yang Metal Yang Fire Qi, which gives birth to beings of fire and malice.

    Devils, demons and so on.

    One can say Hell is on the deepest ends of the World Tree, but even the Demon Gods dare not to insult a single Furious Buddha, what to say about digging upwards and towards the Eternal Shadows?

    No amount of Hellfire can hope to survive the Shadow¡¯s insatiable and eternal hunger.

    Therefore, those beings instead and slowly dug towards the surface, looking for faraway places to emerge from.

    Of course, some did not need to dig. Teleportation isn¡¯t so difficult once one becomes powerful enough.

    But a powerful devil roaming the earth will still stir the anger of the angels, so they do not act harshly.

    In the end, those can be said to be the fruit of my hard labor for over 500 years.

    Not only them, in fact, but also all sorts of other creatures which have taken habitat near them, be those creatures mutations and differentiations from those superior beings, such as Dark Elves, Dwarfs and Trolls, but sometimes even just the result of the immense amount of Qi and Magic Power which concentrate around the World Tree.

    The stage is now set for this world¡¯s first Golden Era.

    And I must slumber until it is time to play my role.

 Hestia

    There are not many places the inhabitants of Tiphoon can¡¯t reach.

    In fact, the Angels, not to mention the Immortals, would easily be able to leave the planet itself, may they so desire to do so.

    Demons and such would have a harder time, and those of the strong yin faction - such as the dark gods and furious buddhas - would be unable to do so - since they lack yang energy.

    Still, Tiphoon do not allow for them to leave its atmosphere.

    It¡¯s too risky, since if one of them die outside of the planets¡¯ body, their souls, not to mention magical power and qi, would be lost.

    I, however, am a special case.

    Since my soul is already Rational, it wouldn¡¯t be lost. And since I have horded power and techniques from the world, my soul alone would already be able to return with all this power to Typhoon¡¯s body.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!

    And this is why, with his blessing, I ascended to the largest of Tiphoons¡¯ moons: Hestia.

    Typhoon is huge, and, obviously, it has moons.

    Six, to be more exact.

    Hestia, Nox, Lux, Borealis, Aurora and Tartarus.

    Amongst those, Hestia is the purer.

    - Hestia, I, seed of Tiphoon, have come.

    - Welcome, Seed of Tiphoon. In honour of my father, I grant you with my blessings.

    - Very well.

    A moons¡¯ blessings are like a smaller version of Tiphoons¡¯ blessings. They allow me to do much in regards of the magic power, qi and other resources which are present in the moons¡¯ surface.

    Of course, I have already received the blessings of the other five moons.

    Moons are sons and daughters of planets. Be them meteorites, smaller planets or even pieces of the planet itself which split due to some cosmic event, them all regard their guardians - and centers of gravitation - as their own parents.

    So, as the Seed granted by Gaia to Tiphoon, I am like a very treasured servant which has come to live with the master¡¯s daughter.

    - Since you have already visited my other brothers and sisters, should I understand that you would want to use my body as your place of slumber?

    - Yes, that is correct.

    - Then I should also suggest that you do so not. I am not suitable for your slumber, as you can see, and my father would not allow for you to change that.

 Array

    Hestia is the purer of the moons around Typhoon - still, that is because it is also the one who reaches the most extreme of extremes!

    Here, for one month every year, the energies on its¡¯ surface condensate into a Yin energy so pure, it almost touches absolute zero. Combined with the extreme Yin from the moons¡¯ core, which is cold, it is so pure one cannot wish for a purer Yin, except if they go to the depths of space!

    Then, for the other eleven months, it grows so hot it would be, from the end of the fourth to the begin of the sixth, a place of extreme yang - so hot the planet¡¯s surface became a sea of fire and lava all around.

    Of course, as any father, Tiphoon has placed some restrictions on me regarding his daughter. So I cannot change Hestias¡¯ inertia as a non-rotating moon - nor can I change its course around Tiphoon, which is extremely irregular, to the point where Hestia can almost be said to be a different planet orbiting Tiphoon.

    - I intend not to change you this much. However, I would like to draw a formation on your body.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

    - Which kind of formation? I do not care for my body this much, as I do not feel a thing from it - differently from that flesh of yours. But anything too drastic may change my course amongst the stars, and this I shall not allow.

    - Fear not. I have studied your surface for a long time now, and with just a few adjustments, I should be able to convert most of the energy on your body to a single spot.

    - A single spot? It would freeze in the winter, but would also melt and become a lake of molten rock in summer. I do not understand of this flesh you live on, but you would most likely die if you slumber on it.

    - You underestimate me. I will be fine.

    The biggest problem for me isn¡¯t the heat - rather, it is the cold!

    With temperatures nearing absolute zero, this is much more Yin than the thousand or so degrees once summer comes.

    Even if I condensate all the heat from the whole planet in a single point, it still wouldn¡¯t be able to provide much heat - not enough to last all of winter, seeing the rate of heat loss.

    - Then, where would this spot be? I do not want to lose pieces of myself every summer. Besides, father wouldn¡¯t allow for such a thing to happen.

    Indeed, if I focused too much heat on a single point on Hestia¡¯s surface, it would become so hot the rock would become plasma and spill out of it into space.

    -The answer is simple.

    I pointed downwards, and Hestia allowed me to cast the magic array around its surface - the one to allow me to channel most of its¡¯ energy.

 Creator of Life

    Tiphoons¡¯ overflowing Magic Power will be greatly depleted by the end of the current Golden Era.

    Magic is a natural power born from nature, much like petroleum.

    Of course, there are small amounts of magic power even on dead lands, such as the six moons around Tiphoon, but that is almost negligible.

    Rather, plants and life in general are the greater natural producers of Magic Power, since they naturally combine primitive spirits and organic forms - and it is this combination of spirit and mater which allows for Magic Power to be slowly born and accumulated in the air, soil and so many other places.

    Other producers of Magical Power, such as Living Crystals or some kinds of Qi-Cultivating Undead require special means and conditions to appear, so they wouldn¡¯t come into being spontaneously.

    The First Golden Era of Tiphoon is an Era of overflowing magic.

    The whole of the Magic Power accumulated in Tiphoon for a billion or more years will be available for all creatures to use - even those with only a tiny amount of reason!

    Before my arrival, animals wouldn¡¯t be able to use the Magic Power - as the Seed of Reason hasn¡¯t affected them.

    But now, even the tiniest of microbes had been affected by the presence of reason in the world, even if it didn¡¯t possess a Seed of Reason itself - and so, as long as a lifeform lived long enough and had enough Magic to eat, it would be able to manipulate it.

    However, with its continued use for hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years, the Magic Power will start to be lost.

    The inhabitants of the planet will use it to nourish their spirits, and their own Seeds of Reason will grow and mature, little by little.

    So, this first Golden Era with overflowing magic will, undoubtedly, reach its end soon enough.

    Still, Qi would last forever - as it comes from inorganic forms such as the sun and the coldness of space!The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    So, if one desires eternal and indestructible power, it is through the use of Qi that such an end may be achieved.

    And this is why, by combining magic in order to carve a gigantic array along all of Hestias¡¯ surface, I have starter to accumulate it in Hestias¡¯ core.

    The array will send the unbalanced yin and yang energies to the outer core and mantle, while channeling only the purest of Qi to the inside - where it will be further refined and combined according to the Elements it has.

    It is a fantastic array, one even the most intelligent of creatures would be unable to deduce even if they thought and studied for a billion years!

    Still, it was easy for me to use it - Tiphoons¡¯ power has let me see through all of Magic and Qi, and the methods to do anything I so desire are already engraved on my mind.

    This way, the purest of purest of Qi shall gather around my slumbering body - and then be absorbed by it.

    Of course, I also carved my own body with magic runes - which shall make good use of this Qi for strengthening my flesh. Only accumulating it would be a huge waste, since more can be gathered from the sun or from space at most of times.

    Still, not only will I feed of Hestias¡¯ body, but I shall give it huge benefit as well - since the array will also gather qi and heat from Hestias¡¯ surface and channel it to its¡¯ core, it shall slowly and steadily heat up - just enough for it to eventually start spinning, creating the needed conditions for life to grow.

    Hestia is too small to be a planet, especially when compared to its Juggernaut of a father, Tiphoon, but it is, still, big enough to give birth to simple life - which will have the Seed of Reason since much earlier than any other of its¡¯ brothers and sisters!

    Truth be told, I carved arrays on them as well - the Qi around them being manipulated so Living Crystals, Low Elementals, Spiritual Rocks and such proliferate, giving rise to Magic Power which will then be stored inside of them for the future - but Hestia alone shall harbor life, and even Reason, much sooner than any of them.

    Once I told him of my plan, Tiphoon overjoyed - since Hestia is an independent Planetary Spirit, any Soul with a Complete Seed born in it will be hers to use - but as her father, he will have a saying in this.

    Besides, having two life sources one close to the other shall be great for both - since Deep Space is a dangerous place and, more frequently than not, great and unforeseen tragedies, impossible to be predicted even by the planets¡¯ spirits, reach their surfaces.

    Having all the life on ones¡¯ surface, that life painstakingly obtained after billions of years of tedious waiting, to be wasted on a single day - this would be too much of a tragedy.

    Still, if both Tiphoon and his daughter have life on them, recovery could be much, much faster.

    This is the benefit of giving me control over your body and letting me use it to my own growth. Rejoice!

 Intermission Chapter 3

    ¡°- Jin Sha, Has the time come?

    The Jade King asks to a precious confident.

    - Yes Your Majesty, it has.

    - One may believe something, but one must also be careful with its predictions.

    - It is as Your Majesty says.

    - Then, I shall ask again. Has the time come?

    - Your Majesty, this lowly one has no treasures or possessions which may interest Your Majesty, and this lowly one cannot be killed either, for this lowly one has been made immortal by the Heavens. But this lowly one has only one thing which it can give Your Majesty as insurance about its words.

    - What would that be? Speak directly.

    - My freedom, Your Majesty.

    The Jade King frowned for a second, and then relaxed.

    - Very well. Ring the bell! The time has come for us to claim what is to be ours and none other!

    Soon a loud bang echoed by the World Trees¡¯ branch were the Sages had settled.

    Today, all would shutter at its mighty sounds, praying with their knees in the ground and heads buried in the earth!

    But the world was still young, so all races and gods where anxious. That loud bang from the Bell of Fate signaled the ruthless Jade Kings¡¯ permission for the scattering of the sinners of all races.

    Daring to challenge even the Holy White Seraphim who live in Heaven, the one who seated High on the Clouds was not Buddha or the Gods, but the Jade King - and some say he still so does it.

    The Dark Enlightened reached the four corners of the world, the Sinister Gods merged with the Shadows and the Low Evil Gods established they Unheavenly Domains.

    Dragons soared unbound, and demons bellow the earth started to push forward with unprecedent might.

    High Elves and Dwarves where nothing at the time, and poor wood elves like us had no place in the world, except to be predated by the combined might of the terrible beasts.¡±

    - Iiinhnnn

    The small child hugs its mother tightly, and the mother hugs the child back.

    - What are you scared off? Oshi-sama will protect us, even if something bad happens.

    - Momma, swear?

    - Of course, dear.

    The White Seed Angel at the door doesn¡¯t say a thing.

    The teller keeps telling its tale.

    ¡°But not only the Beasts and the Demons carved for the taste of our flesh. For centuries, all sort of corpses had fallen from the Tree.

    Of those killed by time alone, there were none. But of those killed by the Throne in the Clouds, hundreds of millions pilled one above the other.

    What terrible smell of Sulphur and burning bodies many endured at the time, charring the corpses to ash and spreading it around to nourish The Verdant.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

    And still, this too changed, for legion of undead resided bellow us, and no amount of fire could burn some carcasses, no amount of magic could dispel the death aura of some beings.

    Those we threw away from us, incapable of giving them a proper funeral, back at us stared with fiery-blue eyes which made ones¡¯ soul freeze and burn at the same time.¡±

    The teller stopped for a few moments, as some in the crowd hugged themselves and their children tightly.

    It was no shame to be afraid of undead at Sorrow Dawn village. It was too close of the West Dragon Burial Ground.

    ¡°For many generations, the Undead stayed at the ground staring at us, but never approaching our villages.

    Still, the Bell was calamity for our race, for at the first ring of its metallic echoes, undead spawn began to crawl and chew its ways towards us.

    Oh, how many of them died for trying to reach too high in the sky!

    Slain by demi-gods or living dragons, death lords, undead dragons and liches could only accept ultimate death as not even their souls remained.

    But some were far too weak to do so, and our race lost hundreds upon hundreds of lives to those who could be called cannon fodder.¡±

    The teller cleans its throat. Something seems stuck in there, as he does it again and a third time.

    His eyes are heavy, and his old, wrinkled face seems to carry many thousand millennia - even if such event was impossible, for Wood Elves live not for so long.

    ¡°In the end, all our race had was despair, as it broke the taboo by attempting to climb higher.

    Constantly channeling magic outside of our bodies, bombarding the enemy bellow, we climbed to the Marble Gates of Eldoor, seeking asylum.

    And still, from the dozens of thousands our species still had, five days later not even ten thousand remained, as the High Race denied us entry at the Marble City.¡±

    The teller stopped, maybe thinking someone would ask something.

    Still, none asked nothing.

    The tale of how the High Elves betrayed their cousin race was known to all. Such a deep scar would not be healed in only a few generations.

    ¡°Maybe they were afraid of being punished together with us for breaking the taboo. Or maybe they thought we would be too much of a weight to carry, since we could not survive on those lands without constant help to discharge magic from our bodies.

    I do not know why, but all of us were certain of one thing. None of our race would remain in this world if all remained as it was.

    And this is why, at the Dawn of the sixth day, we sent them our woman in children to them, if nothing, hopping our race could survive for another day.¡±

    Not only the young males around, even some of the females and older males held their hands closed in fists.

    Anger boiled in their hearts as the shame of the past burned in their ears.

    ¡°It wasn¡¯t until three weeks later, when many had been taken in already, that the first holy messengers came.

    The undead repelled, our people finally could breathe.

    Still, the High People of Marble City refused to release our people, and if not for the command of Holy Messenger Undine of the Throne-Angels Race, all would have remained confined.

    But the High Race has many Dark Beings within, and the Jade King protects them all! In the end, only some returned to us, almost none untouched.¡±

    At Sour Dawn village, there was a collection of small huts.

    Those who inhabited them were forbidden by the Council of Elders to take part in the village activities, and were even denied protection.

    Those of mixed breed had no place amongst the pure-blood.

    ¡°Soon our race was divided amongst the Holy Messengers for them to guard, and we were sent away.

    ¡®- The world is much too vast. There are many lands without undead in the four corners of the world. Take them for yourselves. This Tree is not to be the only place Wood Elves inhabit.¡¯

    Those were the words of Holy Messenger Undine, as our people was spread to the four corners of Tiphoon.

    And from that day onwards, no Wood Elf ever again climbed the World Tree.¡±

    The teller finished his tale, and soon the young people began asking him questions.

    They were the same everywhere.

    Some wanted to know how life was at the old Tree. Some wanted to know what happened to their ancestral land.

    Some wanted to know if there was a way to rescue their still enslaved brethren.

    And, of course, some wanted to know what kind of monsters were the mythical Sages and the Jade King.

    The story remained the same, no matter where the teller went. The questions, as well, he had answered them hundreds of thousands of times already.

    Still, never he had revealed the truth. He never told of so many things, of so many struggles and chaos.

    Had he done so, those in front of him wouldn¡¯t be so found of their kingdoms¡¯ protector-angel, or the things it had taught them. Instead, they would probably desire to defect to the side of the Jade King, as well as the Seraphim - not White Seraphim, just Seraphim.

    Inside his heart he prayed for an answer, for some powerful god to release him from his torment.

    And, still, were what he called ¡°gods¡± to listen to him, they would probably be too weak to kill an angel.

 Intermission Chapter 4

    -Why should I?

    - Just do it already, damn kid!

    -Screw it, old geezer!

    Rashia broke the magic device on his way out. For the fifth time. He never had much patience, or wanted to have any.

    It wasn¡¯t uncommon for elvii, as his race called itself, of his age to be in bad terms with his parents - so he didn¡¯t care.

    What he did care for, was going out of the damp cave his parents told him to stay at.

    He had things he wanted to do outside, after all.

    And amongst those things, sneaking into the sours¡¯ houses was his favorite.

    His dark skin was perfect for sneaking in the night, and his dark seed even better. Those useless white-skinned jokes outside wouldn¡¯t even notice him approaching.

    It wasn¡¯t rare for people of his race to have dark seeds, but it was exceeding rare in the white peoples¡¯ houses. That puzzled him.

    Weren¡¯t dark seeds better than white seeds?

    Even if the sours¡¯ didn¡¯t like to sneak at night, a white seed would make them weirdly vulnerable and unstable. It wasn¡¯t rare for a white-seed to lose control of themselves and blow up while using magic.

    Besides, white-seed people couldn¡¯t harm dark-seed people directly. They would be struck by a Heavenly Tribulation if they did so.

    Suddenly, a small dark shadow, like an elvii but small, would appear right at their necks and take their seeds away. They would die forever.

    So, how come white-seed people were the majority amongst the sour?

    Shouldn¡¯t the dark-seed people had taken all their heads already?

    Rashia couldn¡¯t make heads or tails of this, or wanted to do it.

    After all, he had come to his target for this nights¡¯ activities.

    A big brown house. It had three towers and was made by enchanting an old elkwood tree, extremely magical stuff.

    Rashia touched the wall in front of him, and his hand hissed.

    - Mother#$%!

    He hissed behind his teeth, while casting healing magic on himself.

    These white-seed people couldn¡¯t harm him directly with spells or weapons, but protective spells weren¡¯t a direct attack - so nothing would happen to them because of it.

    Still, to make protection spells made specifically to harm dark-seed, didn¡¯t these guys have any shame?!

    A grin appeared on his face.

    ¡°Very well¡± - he thought for himself - ¡°I will just get in by other means then¡±.

    The Dark Elf had plenty of ways to overcome such difficulty. With a hand gesture his body shrunk and twisted, until he himself had taken the form of a red mole.

    The whole process took only a few moments, and he dived on the earth behind the house.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

    Those white-skin people usually didn¡¯t protect the roots of the trees they made they houses of.

    Such naivety! Perfect for playing a prank on them.

    Still, as Rashias¡¯ teeth touched the trees¡¯ roots, sharp pain spread through his body.

    - Damn it!

    The sour whities which owned this house surely knew their stuff.

    Or maybe they had just learned from their neighbor¡¯s mistakes, haha!

    Rashia wouldn¡¯t give up so easily.

    It was painful, yes, but on an ultimate analysis, it was just sour magic. It was bound to have a weak spot.

    So, he inspected the main root, the windows and the leaves.

    No entrance.

    Rashias¡¯ intuition said to him that something was wrong.

    How come they knew how to bound the house so well?

    - Tsc. Whatever.

    Still, he choose to ignore it.

    If he couldn¡¯t enter by the regular ways, then he just had to cheat a bit.

    The dark elf took a white seed from his dark pouch.

    He didn¡¯t kill the later owner, of course. He liked to play around a bit, but killing was too much. He didn¡¯t even steal any valuables. He just liked the challenge of breaking in and out of a house without being noticed.

    Of course, the greater challenge would be to do that to another elvii, as many would do at his homeland, but he still had to horn his skills a lot before doing it like that.

    The girl whose seed came from burst herself while trying to cast a spell.

    He hadn¡¯t even done anything to her. He was in the woods looking for roots for a stew, she saw him and got all messy and scared. Before he could even say anything, all that remained was her seed.

    Raisha thought many times if he should retain or give away the girls¡¯ seed. He knew the whities had some kind of tradition of burying people seeds, and, even if it made no sense to him (a seed is just a seed, right? Its not like it¡¯s the persons¡¯ body or soul in there), he still thought that it may be better to leave the seed to them.

    On another look, he knew that Seeds needed protection rather than forgetfulness and burying. He himself had cared for many seeds on his younger years. Anytime someone died in the village, the younger kids would be summoned to take care of their Seeds.

    The loved ones would then bury the body, recalling the memories of the person they lost amongst themselves, and the village children would take care of feeding the seeds with magic.

    This way, a new Soul would sooner be born out of the seed, and it would eventually be taken in by someone who wished to have a baby.

    It was magic training for the kids, and also a way to ensure that their people wouldn¡¯t have many white seeds born amongst them. The only seeds which didn¡¯t go through this process were those so white they would shatter at the moment of death, or those who were strong enough to retain some soul - at least for a few minutes, so someone could cast the Soul Binding spell on it, retaining some of the old users¡¯ soul and memories in it.

    Even seeds which were White, but not entirely, would be given this kind of treatment, even becoming a little less white! Everyone liked this, since white seed-people would suffer a lot during their lives. They couldn¡¯t even defend themselves, so everyone looked at them with pity.

    They could even become full dark seeds if they were taken care of and feed enough magic, so grooming it was an wonderful thing!

    After all, the whole process might take many lives if they didn¡¯t get cared after by someone.

    ¡°It will be better if I take care of it¡± - He decided - ¡°Besides, white seeds are very useful!¡±.

    - Theeere we go.

    Rashia held the white seed against the wall, and it separated into two layers.

    - Haha!

    Success! His predictions where correct. Indeed, it was a two-layer spell. The innermost barrier was a simple house-barrier one. The outside spell was a harmful barrier spell, but made specifically to hurt those with dark seeds.

    - Humpf.

    ¡°Amateurs¡± - thought Rashia, while tearing a big hole in the outside barrier. A simple house-barrier, of course, couldn¡¯t stop him.

    Soon, with a *puff* of smoke, he appeared inside the house. A short teleportation spell was all that was needed to do so.

    However, as Rashia looked around greedily thinking which would be his trophy this time, he felt a burning sensation.

    Chains of pain entangled his whole body, covering him in unmerciful blisters and burn marks.

    - AAAAH!

    Rashia couldn¡¯t avoid screaming as he felt his body burning.

    - You have nowhere to run now, demon.

    Soon, a hooded figure came from the shadows. It used a long white robe, with red-fire patterns covering its shoulders and back.

    Rashias¡¯ eyes widened.

    An inquisitor! A sour inquisitor!

    Why was an inquisitor there?!

    He was sure to take all precautions. He didn¡¯t hurt anyone, or stole anything of value!

    Besides, like everyone his age, he also had taken care not to be seen and also to leave gifts from time to time. They were good gifts besides that! Magic stones, magic herbs, he even gave someone a piece of mooth-turtle silk! The sour whities shouldn¡¯t have any reason to call in an inquisitor, except¡­ the seed!

    ¡°This is bad!¡± - He panicked on his mind.

    He struggled to get out of the chains, to teleport or to dispel the enchantment.

    All to no avail.

    The inquisitor raised his hand. He fainted.

 Intermission Chapter 5

    The white-hooded man scared everyone, no matter where he went.

    He was an inquisitor. A sinner who repented and now served god.

    All the high elves around couldn¡¯t but feel their blood freezing once they saw his blue eyes facing their own.

    - What is the matter? Why have I been summoned?

    The Principatus went forward timidly, holding his hands in front of his chest and kneeling in front of the Inquisitor.

    Inquisitors lived at the Ancestral Tree, but could be summoned if a Principatus called them.

    - Your Excellency Inquisitor. Our village faces trouble with a sneaky demon.

    - What kind of devilspawn is it? Does it have a dark seed?

    Of course it has one!

    The village would not dare summon an inquisitor otherwise!

    White-seed demons were rare, but not a menace. They could be dealt with by regular people. By normal people.

    Besides, they tended to even be useful.

    As all demons, they were wicked. But their seeds were proof of gods¡¯ mercifulness.

    Besides, how many of them had good knowledge of spells and other things they could trade with?

    Their magic was god-magic, not evil magic.

    White-seed devilspawn was more of a blessing to a village than a menace.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

    That said, no one would say it - no one would dare be this arrogant to an inquisitor.

    - Yes, your excellency.

    - As you know, I am a second rank inquisitor. What are the devilspawns¡¯ crimes?

    - It has broken into our peoples¡¯ houses and stole many things. However, it did leave gifts behind.

    - That seems like a first ranks¡¯ job. No. Since it left gifts behind, it should even be within the range of being tolerable. Why did you call me?

    The inquisitors¡¯ eyes became fierce. His voice had grown deeper. The Principatuss¡¯ legs trembled a little.

    - A little girl from our village is missing, your excellency. It just disappeared, and we think¡­ we think the demon got her.

    The inquisitors¡¯ fierce look turned to the woods, as if looking for something. The Principatus sighed a sigh of relief.

    - Very well. Lets¡¯ investigate this matter further.

    ***

    Rashia laid unconscious in the villages¡¯ square. The elves around looked at his naked body, their faces filled with disgust and contempt.

    In the end, it was a little Dark Elf. A prankster demon.

    - We shall now begin the trial.

    The inquisitor took his pouch, and slowly started to take out the items inside.

    A wood ring with carvings. A piece of wood from someones¡¯ floor. Some girls¡¯ panties.

    And then¡­

    - A seed.

    The inquisitor held the seed on his hands, his eyes locked in Rashia, cold-burning hatred spread on his face.

    - Take it and give it a proper burial.

    The Principatus took the seed, and then carried it to the parents of the little girl. Crying compulsively, they took the seed of their missing daughter.

    - Wake up, damn thing!

    The inquisitor kicked Rashia in the stomach, and he coughed a mouthful of blood. That powerful quick had injured him badly.

    - You have been decided guilty of the crime of murdering a young child blessed by god in its innocence and purity of soul. The punishment is death by wormfire.

    Rashias¡¯ eyes grew bigger, and he tried to say something, to defend himself.

    However, before he could do anything, a hand-sized worm of cold, only a little-above body temperature fire came out of the inquisitors¡¯ hands and flew into his mouth.

    Any dark-skinned elf with a dark seed would receive capital punishment upon being taken prisoner by an inquisitor.

    However, death by wormfire was one of the worst punishments one could receive.

    Rashias¡¯ guts began to be slowly roasted from the inside out, as the fireworm consumed him, nibbling and burning him, little by little with no waste of his blood.

    The inquisitor watched as the execution proceeded, and then, after many hours of suffering, as it finally ended.

 Lucid Dream

    Book 4 : The Hanged Man

    To slumber is to die to life.

    To dream is to live while dead.

    This is much too true for me, for I have been slumbering for much too time.

    As my body and mind where nourished by the pure Qi of Hestia, slowly, bit by bit, Magical Power also started to accumulate.

    And so, the Eternal Sleep spell on my body dissipated as the Magic Power used to keep it intact was overwritten by Hestia¡¯s overflowing streams of power.

    There are limits on the universe. And one cannot sleep for some millions of years without experiencing dreams.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

    However, dreams for me are too different from dreams to others.

    My mind is too powerful. My Qi and Magic Power are both too high in terms of gods.

    Like the slumbering beast at the bottom of the sea in legend, my sleep produces dreams - and my dreams become reality.

    And this is how, now, the second spell I have craved upon myself activated.

    Soon as the first dream started to form on my head, my consciousness was transported to Tiphoon.

    Lucid Dream of Reality.

    Upon the spells¡¯ activation, my consciousness awoke in the middle of a prairie. As the first image on my head was the one of an old woman from an old movie, I looked like a crooked witch of tale.

    No matter.

    How has this world of mine developed so far, I wonder?

    As I flew up to the clouds, a smile manifested on my wrinkled face.

    Castles flew alongside the Heavens.

    Dimensional portals to different universes rip space apart and allowed for people to come and go.

    Draconic dynasties ruled countries as gods, and the small Demi-Gods I had long ago created ruled with an iron-clad will.

    I began to laugh.

    Wonderful!

    Just wonderful!

    Should I enjoy this world for a little bit?

    Until the dream is over, there is no meaning for me not to wander around.

    My power is very limited, this is true, since I am just a ghost made by imagination.

    But I can still shape the earth and move the skies.

    I shall mingle amongst mortals, and taste the way they live.

    So, I will be able to expend time as I wait for this one dream to end.

    Thinking so, I gazed in the distance and choose my destination:

    Ishtar, the City of Prosperity.

 Intermission Chapter 6

    The traumatized civilian had its hands tied to a table, while his feet were hold in place by heavy metal spheres.

    His bended body could barely move and, still, the table crook back and forth.

    Its mouth foamed and its bloodshot eyes were clearly insane.

    A black mage entered the interrogation cell.

    ¡°- Is this correct? A lunatic is all that remained?¡±

    ¡°-¡­Yes sir.¡±

    Black magicians where the ones which possessed the black seed - blessed by birth with powerful control over magic.

    And, still, they were also those cursed by the heavens, for angels and demons, human and elves, dwarves and beasts and all the free races without exception - All would pursue them.

    The monsters appreciated their magic - the demons would steal their souls and create awful abominations under their control. And the free races could never forget the Treason.

    It happened a long, long time ago. Millions of years, if the annals of history were to be trusted.

    In an era after the Peoples drifted through the Seas and Lands, much latter from the time the first civilizations crawled from the World Tree, Cultivators began to descend from the Heavens.

    Their cursed black seeds and black magic could keep even the Angels away.

    It was an Era of Darkness, when the Dark Seeds ruled over the free peoples.

    Still, good prevailed in the end.

    Except for the awful demons which lurked in the shadows and had always revered the dark arts, the Free Peoples of the Surface saw themselves free of their torment once the Cultivators where imprisoned and banished from this world.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

    How many angels of god had lost their lives to these sinners who can¡¯t even be touched by someone without corrupting their very souls?

    It was impossible to say.

    Still, after millions of years, total eradication of the dark seeds remained impossible.

    No matter how many of them got trapped and banished to emptiness. No matter how many of them got sealed inside the Burial Grounds, to never come back to life.

    They would somehow always appear again under the sun.

    So, once branded with the Seal of Fate, they would be made into Black Magicians - servants of the White Crown.

    Ishtar was the only city in the kingdom of Durkik who had Registered Black Mages looking over it - looking for rogue black seeds and preventing demons from assailing the city.

    Not that those things would be able to do much against the Holy Powers of the Church, but the powerful spells of clerics, even while very effective against the vile race, would still take a long time to kill one of them.

    A priest couldn¡¯t kill. No one could directly kill a Dark Seed except for another Seed of the same kind - otherwise their poisonous souls would immediately kill the one who did it.

    And that is why imprisonment or the actions of a Black Mage where the only way to do it.

    The Black Magician¡¯s eyes shone in the darkness.

    ¡°- A rogue seed¡­¡±

    He looked at the civilian in the table and muttered.

    The apprentice at his side trembled.

    A rogue seed was something very difficult to find. Usually a Seed would be identified since birth - how could they slip by if even the ones who smacked their buttocks as babies would die upon doing so ?!

    He must have been the son of another rogue Seed - or worst, the unbranded son of a Black Magician.

    The apprentice touched the mark on his right shoulder. That would immediately lock his soul into a Soul Trapping box if he died for some reason - or if he was sentenced to death by anyone with an official title of nobility.

    Even an honorary knight could decree the death of an apprentice like him. His master was safer, since the Crown wouldn¡¯t like if he died.

    The Royal Insignia on his chest was a bold declaration and a safeguard medallion at the same time. He could only be killed by a member of the Royal Family.

    Now, holding a rogue dark seed captive without warning the Lord of the place?

    That was death penalty even for his master.

    ¡°- Stop trembling, stupid child. Do you think I would release this frenzied beast out in the wild? I will give him for branding as soon as possible.¡±

    The apprentice relaxed a bit.

    ¡°- Now, lets¡¯ see what happened¡­¡±

    The Black Magician touched the prisioners¡¯ forehead with his staff, and an image began to form around them.

 Intermission Chapter 7

    An old and crooked woman was flying up in the skies.

    Magical bombardment started against it as soon as the magic barrier was trespassed.

    A loud alarm rang all around the town.

    That was a black-seeded demon.

    A black-seed had entered Ishtar.

    No one wanted to believe that.

    Clerics launched a barrier of spells against it while dragon-riders made it to the skies. Maticores, griffons and other winged animals were sent against the devil, as guards approached it, ready to lose their own lives.

    The Pope itself began chanting a great magic, and the skies darkened. A piece of the sky broke, and for a moment it was as if the Heavens Themselves had descended into the earth - as the image of an Angel appeared, its hands going towards the demon.

    Still, the old woman simply passed through all of that. Those who tried to launch attacks against it either had their souls corrupted or simply failed.

    Even dragonfire was useless against it. The thing passed right through the dragons, while completely ignoring them.

    No one could believe. Not even His Holiness.

    That was when the Black Mages made their move.

    A battalion of over a hundred Black-Robed people flew in the sky, and that was when the woman stopped.

    It was as if it could only see those in front of it.

    And still, they all vanished without a trace. A single movement from the womans¡¯ finger was enough for a blast of power to turn all of those feared beings into nothingness.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.

    Cavalry, magic beasts, entire pavilions, all was thrown against that thing.

    Then again, all that happened was the death of hundreds.

    The church began preparations. The Pope sacrificed its own blood and flesh, and a powerful angel descended from the skies.

    It had a noble face, and many thought that salvation had finally come for them!

    An angel, a real angel!

    Still, that face soon turned into one of surprise, and then¡­ fear.

    Boundless white light came from it, and two, three¡­ a hundred, a thousand¡­ the skies had so many angels that their holy light eclipsed the brilliance of the sun.

    Magic of immense power and heat trapped the witch into a dimensional cage. Space and time had been bent and cried in pain.

    To no avail.

    The witch looked down.

    It saw a middle-aged man, the waiter of a local pub.

    It descended until it was face-to-face with it.

    Fear worse than death could be seen in the eyes of that man.

    ¡°- I don¡¯t know why you have been hiding, or why did you evacuate the city, but that is an offense to me. Besides, aren¡¯t you too weak? I can barely feel any magic from you. Have my sons and daughters lost their way along the path?¡±

    Hanzou was his name.

    He couldn¡¯t even utter a single word.

    ¡°- An emperor and all you manage to do is to shudder before me?¡±

    The things¡¯ eyes pierced his heart.

    ¡°- Also, what are you doing, hiding as a peasant ?¡±

    Some time passed.

    ¡°- Useless. You can¡¯t even answer me. I should know by myself them.¡±

    The demoness touched the mans¡¯ face, and it began to fade away, just like a dream.

    Except, it soon returned, a thing above all others.

    A devil.

    ¡°- I see. Tiphoon has declined a lot. It seems even meager power like mine is enough to scare a country to death. Still, I didn¡¯t expect for Lucid Dream of Reality to take so long to form a body for me. Three months since I began to wake. Of course all of you had time to prepare.¡±

    It took its hand from the mans¡¯ head, and then placed it on its hips.

    ¡°- Elves wouldn¡¯t pick my interest if I am to look like a monstrosity to them. I want to experience a little bit of life amongst you people. So¡­ lets level your country for now.¡±

    The thing raised its hands while hundreds of angels ran towards it. It was clear that whatever it intended to do, it was awful.

    And then¡­

    Blinding light. Barren land.

    If not for the mountains and valleys, Hanzou would have thought he had been transported to another place entirely.

    All was death. He dropped on the ground. He gritted his teeth. His mind in pieces.

    At the cell, a master and apprentice where both holding their Seals.

    Whatever that monster was, of a single thing they could be sure - no one could oppose it.

 Intermission Chapter 8

    A might tree stood in the middle of the Deadlands.

    So many powerful undead existed around it, that not a single being could get near its precious existence.

    Still, some could live on and inside of it.

    Living in seclusion for millions of years, entire kingdoms could be found on its massive branches.

    Still, one thing was certain on these - almost no white seeds could be found on them.

    The simple fact that the Tree itself exuded magic in large amounts was enough for white seeds to quickly turn dark.

    It wasn¡¯t much long after the ascension of the Overseer that the White Order of Angels decided to leave the Tree.

    Some said the first ones to notice the effects of the trees¡¯ magic on Seeds where the Seraphim.

    Others said some higher existence told them about it.

    Regardless, the War in Heaven finally took a turn for better.

    Even if it couldn¡¯t be counted as a war since the very beginning.

    How could white seeds compete against dark seeds?

    They couldn¡¯t even touch them! At most they could banish them, or rely on summoning beings to use against the enemy.Stolen novel; please report.

    Even when, eventually, the white orders found a way to threaten the dark seed beings on the Tree, they still would be deterred by the Black Seed Angels.

    The Tree was the birthplace of all races. The Seraphim would not allow for its leaves to be tarnished by bloodbath. It was their nature not to. Specially those who had the blessings of the Overseer, even if most of those high and mighty beings couldn¡¯t even remember how it looked like.

    This was the reason why the White Order left the Tree behind and took over the World.

    And this was also the reason why very few of the Old Existences on the Tree cared for the rest of it and its state of being.

    Dozens of millions of years had already come and gone, and they had not moved in the least.

    What if the number of white seeds had reached the billions?

    What if they could travel to other words and convince them to fight for them?

    The Tree was mightier than all. Except for the Overseer and Tiphoon itself, which kind of existence could shake its roots?

    Not even if all the Seraphim worked together, could they destroy a single rotten piece of its hardened bark.

    Elves lived on small kingdoms at surface level and on the very first branches. Undead could be kept away with regular offerings to the demi-gods which were now revered as gods, and to the Tree itself.

    Then, at higher levels, all kinds of primeval existences basked on the radiance and boundless prosperity of the Tree.

    Most didn¡¯t even need to eat or drink to live. The Tree would nourish them all, just by existing and channeling its energy.

    It asked for nothing in return, and they wanted nothing as well.

    And, still, one day the Tree talked.

    It talked with a coarse and old voice. One none had listened for eons.

    And it commanded all to do something. To massacre.

    None understood very well at first.

    The Seraphim decided to carry on the will of the Tree, so the other orders of Angels followed suit.

    The demons schemed, and the Dark Sages commanded armies of millions of Dark Cultivators.

    But some questioned why.

    To those, the Tree answered simply:

    ¡°-It is needed¡±.

 Intermission Chapter 9

    Tiphoon knew.

    It had always known much more than it had taught the Seed it took from Gaia.

    It knew that the small Seed would be useful, but also innocent.

    That it would not be able to differentiate truth from lies.

    And that was exactly as it wished to be.

    Tiphoon watched at the child he got from Gaia ensured that those who didn¡¯t got ¡°blessed¡± with his Cocoon were destroyed as they should be from the beginning.

    The time of Chaos had ended. He was Tiphoon. He was Storm and Lightning.

    The boy would bring him to the next stage, and neither the planetary spirit or its servant needed to know anything else for now.

    And that was why the boy couldn¡¯t see those who had white seeds. And that was why Tiphoon itself would always intervene when necessary.

    Still, one other intelligence eventually did things to make his efforts less forceful.

    The World Tree had since much long ago understood what would happen with the world, and what was his intent.

    It mattered not to him, since that thing couldn¡¯t do much against his power.

    Unless it effectively tried to take his own body, his own planet away, Tiphoon would forever be much larger and bigger than it.

    Besides, what if it tried to do it?

    His soul along was so massive it could crush the Tree in a few seconds. Its lines and qi patterns could be undone at any time it wished for it.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

    It had no reason to worry.

    Instead, the Trees¡¯ influence was focused on helping the Seed Tiphoon got from Gaia - her Lord, Father and also Creator - avoiding the erosion of its mind and easing its ¡°life¡± amongst mortals.

    It would clear the world of white seeds between Eons, so the Overseer wouldn¡¯t have its mind too eroded by Tiphoons¡¯ influence against its perception of reality.

    It would instruct the Angels that the Overseer created and, eventually, it even started to help other beings of great power, hopping that after its demise the world wouldn¡¯t have to go through a White-Seed dominated Era again.

    It started to create and maintain kingdoms for the sake of its master. First it tried to suppress the White Seeds, but that was impossible. There just wasn¡¯t enough Cocoons for all. Not with only the Overseer as a Complete Seed.

    So it worked hard and harder. It looked for ways, it tested all it could. Somewhat, it became noble. It became a protector. Loved, revered. It became as a god, and so it began to instruct all. And through instruction, it managed to shape tradition.

    It paved the way for its¡¯ Lords¡¯ path, as the Tree had been instructed by time, by life, by Immortals, by Sages, Gods and Enlightened.

    It followed its own path, and that path was a path of servitude and sacrifice.

    It lived for its master, and it would die to pave its way towards a higher level of existence. It would even lie to him and scheme to warrant that his actions would lead to a certain end. This was its eternal loyalty to its¡¯ Lord.

    The same all above a certain level of Enlightenment, be them Buddhas or Furious Buddhas, had.

    A certain Loyalty for themselves above everything - which translated itself on loyalty to the one who created them and its path.

    Of course, those with White Seeds amongst them could not control their own emotions too well, so they sometimes rebelled against themselves. They would form things like the White Order, even when their minds and spirits told them otherwise.

    Yes, they would do so. Or would. With the experience and knowledge of the Old Eras, how could the Great Beings above Demi-Gods allow for the white-seeded born amongst them to remain as they were?

    Very few went against tradition in the Heavens. Very few survived the fiery punishments of Hell.

    So, an order as strong as the first White Order was never born.

    No matter. Even the destiny of the White-Seeded is to grow. And once they do it, they will help to guide their father towards enlightenment - they intending to do so or not.

 The Mighty Tree is Falling Down

    Book 5 : Death

    First it was at Ishtar, at the Year of 250 of emperor Hanzou.

    Then it was at Udon, at the Year of 40 of High General Humme.

    Then it was at the Year of 340 of the Desolate Era.

    Later came the first year of Schkartallas.

    And many other times after that.

    That was how much time I slept, how much time it took for the Second Differentiation to come.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

    Finally, after almost a billion years of slumbering and dreaming, I woke from my dreams.

    Many lives I lived while dreaming.

    I was a poor villager, I was a handsome knight, I was a busy king, I was a terrible fiend who devastated the land. I was a lonely dragon, and many other things.

    Always greater and mightier than most, but still less powerful than the small demi-gods I created.

    No matter.

    Those were lives I lived for the sake of living, alone. I had no duty, and no reason to pester my oldest creations.

    The immortals could not find a way to break my seal. The shadows spread thought Tiphoon as fools touched them. Still, they keep being harmless to anyone who doesn¡¯t come near to them. The angels and demons acted only a few sparse times, and where smart enough to refrain from angering me.

    The Sages lived leisurely, and the Enlightened and Furious Buddhas both prostrated themselves at my feet once they saw me.

    Even the stupid so called ¡°High Gods¡±, who couldn¡¯t discern my origins for being too weak to do so, would eventually understand who I was, and treat me with respect.

    Others wouldn¡¯t have the power to do anything to me.

    Still, the time finally came.

    Once the dragons became anxious and began to flee from the continent, I knew it would be only a matter of time.

    The World Tree I planted so long ago was finally breathing its last breath.

 The Noble Tree

    The World Tree wasn¡¯t natural or possible.

    The only reason why it stood strong for a billion years was pure magic power.

    As the mountains in the continent became prairies and then beaches and deserts, taking away the perfect climate I had created for it, the Tree still stood strong.

    As the moist and ethereal clouds of smoke at the Tree ceased to be and its death and yin energy began to fade under the scorching Qi directed to it by the planetary array, it still survived.

    As the higher realms of the Tree became inflated with pure Yang and separated themselves from this world, forming their own domains, the Tree was still alive.

    As the Yin creatures at its roots began eating the Tree itself from bellow, searching for the Yin source to create their own separated Realms of Reality, it managed to retain some of its past glory.

    And now, as the demonic domains had turned into pure lava and the First Continent first changed by me was devastated by a cataclysmic eruption, the Tree was finally dead - most of its magical power consumed to avoid being destroyed by the worlds¡¯ Qi, and the last bit of it channeled directed into the earth - to avoid a much greater eruption to occur, destroying the continent even further.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

    First, I was a bit surprised once I knew of the Trees¡¯ decision not to use its magical power to transfer its soul to a new vase.

    It would cost it most of the Magical Power it had accumulated thought the Eons, but even its humongous soul could be transferred to some new place.

    Then, as I talked to it, it became clear why.

    Such silly Tree had become affectionate to the poor beings of this world.

    Knowing they could not reincarnate their souls once dead, it desired to give to most of them the most of salvation it possibly could.

    So, it didn¡¯t try to raise new mountains at the edge of the continent once the older ones became beaches.

    It didn¡¯t want to see the lives of the beings nearby being lost given the changes it would need to make to the terrain.

    As the planetary Qi began heating it up, it didn¡¯t try to preserve its own life by seeking sacrifices, such as by taking in salt water from the seas.

    Instead, it decided to use Magical Power to redirect such Qi above, to its fragile leaves, to allow for the beings above it to create their own Realms.

    As the Qi began threatening the dark beings under its roots, it had long since started to channel yang energy to the Eternal Shadows, moving them away from the Yin core, and even personally advised the Dark beings in its roots about the method to harvest such energy, quickly losing its own protection against the scorching fire.

 The Trees Last Wish

    At the time, my avatar reached for the Tree itself.

    Moved by a weird feeling, I decided to help it.

    - ¡°Come, I shall let you move to a new vessel. I will be the one to use the Magical Power needed to change your Soul of place¡±.

    - ¡°My master, please forgive me. I do not wish for my soul to be forcefully retained after death.¡±

    - ¡°Why?¡±

    - ¡°My master would need to gather Magic from the whole world to do so. Even if master can do it, those who now have power in their veins will need it to survive in the Era of Darkness which shall ensue once the sins of my roots finally come to destroy me for my crimes.¡±

    - ¡°You have no crimes, and I may have other means to gather magical power for you.¡±

    - ¡°Forgive me master, but for master to gather such power from space itself, wouldn¡¯t master need to wake from its Slumber? Wouldn¡¯t master need to gather Qi from the Sun and the Darkness of space, and then spin it around itself until the faint traces of Magic Power from the nearby Darkness and planets gather around master?¡±

    - ¡°Yes, I would need to do so. The Magic Power I have accumulated in other places is not to be shared. I will need it in the future.¡±

    - ¡°Then, isn¡¯t this a dangerous thing to do? Wouldn¡¯t master be under risk of losing not only its primordial body, which would need much more magic than that to be replaced, and wouldn¡¯t master risk losing magic and qi from the following explosion?¡±

    - ¡°Yes. Still, the chance is minimal. Trust me.¡±

    - ¡°Please master, don¡¯t do it. Even if the risk is smaller than the risk of the whole Tiphoon being engulfed by the flames of the sun in a blaze of rage from the Great Sun Spirit, even if it is even smaller than the chance of master not being able to nourish the Seed of Reason in the beings who are left in this world. I desire to pay for my crimes, and I desire for master to accomplish its goal! I have no other desires. If master could concede this lowly servant a dying wish, please be it that master won¡¯t do it!¡±

    - ¡°I already said it. You committed no sin.¡±

    - ¡°My roots dug too deep. I can feel the heat gathering from bellow. Even if I use all I have to prevent the world from dying, it would still be damage too great to Tiphoon. My crime is that, in my young days when I cared not for the beings of this world, I doomed all life in it.¡±

    - ¡°Nonsense. Not long after you have died, I will wake. The most adequate of the members of the lower races I have already gathered, and those will be safe from the Darkness. The higher races already have their own domains, and the demi-gods and enlightened have sheltered so many lives, there is just no way for such a thing to mater at all! Even if all life in Tiphoon disappears, and only the undead remain, as soon as a few million years have passed I shall carve Tiphoons¡¯ surface again and bring back all of those I selected to live. You can come with me, free of guilt.¡±The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

    - ¡°Master, please. I know the deepness of my sin. Master has selected those whom it wishes to nourish. Many beings of light and darkness have done the same. But I wish to save those who are too weak and unworthy for master to put them on its eyes! This shall be a good deed, in order to atone for the great evil I have committed¡±.

    - ¡°Enough with this ¡°great evil¡± talk! If you have committed a grave sin for digging the surface, then what to say of me, who put the array? Who created you and foresaw all that will happen? Do you pretend to say I am a sinner for sacrificing those whose lives are worthless, whose souls can¡¯t survive after dying and would become mindless parts of nature? I do what I must, as you did as well! There is no sin.¡±

    - ¡°My master is the force which created me, and it is by my masters¡¯ hands that I die. The array Master first drew to make me live is now the reason why I perish. Still, I do not blame master. Master created me with the most noble of reasons - to allow for the mortals of this world to reach true immortality, in the form of the Immortal Wheel of Reincarnation. There is nothing more I wish than this, and I do not blame master for what is to come to me.¡±

    - ¡°Then why die? Why say that you have sinned and must atone for it?¡±

    - ¡°Master, please be merciful with this foolish one! This small one just suffers too much by seeing the death of those who are of the same breed as it - mortals! The suffering of their lives, the pointlessness of their deaths, the terrible truth that they shall never come to be again! Master, please, spare this foolish one from comparing itself to Master, who sacrifice their meaningless lives to bring mean to the future generations¡¯ lives themselves! This worthless ones¡¯ massacre of lives won¡¯t make the future generation immortal sooner! This is why it is a crime for me to be the reason of so much death, but not for master!¡±

    - ¡°I see. All you want is for the Seed to be nourished faster. I can give you that and still save you. You, yourself, will be able to nourish your Seed if you have enough time. Then you won¡¯t need Magical Power for your own growth anymore, and will be able to help others by nourishing their own Seeds. If you decide to live, you may be able to see the day your so loved brothers and sisters achieve the immortality you so much desire for them.¡±

    - ¡°Master has the Seed of Reason, while I am but an irrational being. My own soul is too big, and I won¡¯t become able to reach reason without sucking Magic dry from this world. If I live, the Era of Darkness and even other Eons after that will be extended, and the next Differentiation will come only after a longer time have passed. Many more mortal beings will have to suffer and die meaninglessly if I live.¡±

    At that point, I decided that it would be useless to help this fool.

    I could, of course, just do it myself. I could even go against its predictions and produce new waves of Magical Power, to feed Tiphoon with it and balance for this fools¡¯ consumption of it.

    However, the risk of me being destroyed would still exist, and this fool would be forever against me if I did it.

    What is the point of saving a life because of mercy, because of how noble I thought it was, if this life itself is telling you it wishes to die and won¡¯t do differently because it wouldn¡¯t be noble of its¡¯ own part?

    Even if I admire nobility, I am not a noble knight. If this noble World Tree wishes not to be reborn because of its own nobility, there is no reason for me to save it.

 Sacrifice

    - ¡°Very well. If you wish so much to sacrifice your body and soul for these worthless beings you like so much, do it.¡±

    - ¡°I thank you, master.¡±

    - ¡°Enough. I will be going now.¡±

    As I said this, the Trees¡¯ consciousness began to fade. It was already too weak when I came by, and the one holding it afloat was no other but me.

    Soon, the old Tree Trunk, now entirely hollow in its insides, started to fall.

    The old branches had fallen a long time ago. The leaves had not been seen for millions of years now.

    Then, even the old trunk began to fall.

    If things had followed their course, the old Tree accepting my proposal, it could have stood still for at least a few more hundred thousands of years.

    It had enough Magical Power to suppress the amazing pressure inside, the pressure which came from Tiphoons¡¯ mantle.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

    Still, since its death would signal the moment when its suppression would turn into a deadly contraption for the beings of this world, the forcefully cooled piece of basalt at the end of its roots exploding like a cap at a champagne bottle, it had chosen not to.

    The trunk hit the ground, the amazing thickness of its bark causing hundreds of thousands of kilometers to shake uncontrollably.

    Where it fell, an extremely deep ravine formed. It was full of the old Trees¡¯ trunk and bark, now reduced to smithereens.

    Where the last of its roots remained, intense heat and sulphurous smoke started to arise, covering hundreds of thousands of kilometers as well.

    Still, huge chunks of lava and rock didn¡¯t erupt from there.

    Instead, the Trees¡¯ suppression became stronger. I sighed at the sign of the old Trees¡¯ fading soul doing its best to move Magic Power down the huge main crater, the place where its main root was located before.

    It desired to cool off as much lava as possible, filling the crater to the point where it was strong enough to avoid explosion. Where it became as thick as Tiphoons¡¯ crust. Unfortunately, it didn¡¯t know how to properly move the Qi inside lava or how deep to send it.

    - ¡°That is not the way, Marianne. You should do it like this.¡±

    As I manipulated the Magic Power stored inside the little ghost my consciousness inhabited at the moment, showing how to move all of the Qi inside the lava downwards, back to Tiphoons¡¯ mantle, Marianne learned how to do it.

    Soon, the main explosion was avoided and Mariannes¡¯ soul faded into nothingness. Only the tiny Seed of Reason inside of it remained, as it flew to my hand.

    -¡°¡­ worry not. I shall find you a good family.¡±

 New Life Amidst Chaos

    I left the old place as myriad volcanoes started to erupt all the way around the place where Marianne was now resting in peace.

    It managed to suppress the main explosion, but its roots where very large and long, and the smaller tunnels around it couldn¡¯t be suppressed with its power alone.

    Enormous volcanoes grew from the earth, dividing the continent and changing all of Tiphoons¡¯ surface.

    Some of them erupted in amazing pyroclastic explosions, mostly those located at the periphery of the continent, but the majority just split the earth while oozing lava all around.

    My old array kept fueling Qi to the center of the old continent, so the consistency of the rocks near its center was softer than it was at the edges.

    The spilling lava from the soft rock, of course, flowed down the great continental basin, covering the World Trees¡¯ hollow trunk in molten rock. Some of it also catch fire, releasing powerfully toxic fumes, full of death energy, but most was too magical for the fire to burn.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

    Instead, it was buried deep underground, with some of it still visible at the surface, long after the old tunnels calmed down and the volcanoes slowly died.

    What was meant to become a collection of small islands turned into a huge cemetery with some smaller lands slowly growing away from it.

    Huge mountains, deep undersea volcanoes and sea trenches appeared, affecting the whole world.

    But even with all of that, the main explosion had been avoided and a incalculable amount of small lives, unworthy of being kept at Tiphoons¡¯ surface at the time of the Dark Era, where saved.

    From bacteria to full grown dragons and half-dragons.

    So many lives had been saved with the World Trees¡¯ sacrifice, those amongst them with reason started to worship it as the Savior God of the weak and poor.

    Indeed, it had sacrificed itself for the good of the weak and unworthy. I smiled as I already knew where to place Mariannes¡¯ old Seed of Reason.

    As a last farewell gift to it, I flew to a place where a big chunk of thought and magical energy was starting to gather.

    The small fetus of a potential demi-god.

    How proud am I of my current creations? How proud am I of these unworthy insects and dogs, incapable of nourishing their own seeds even after a billion years have passed?

    Enough to undo the ironic misery of them worshipping a god without any resemblance to the original being whose life was sacrificed for their well-being.

 Awakening

    As I woke from my slumber, Hestia rejoiced.

    - ¡°Young Master, has the time come for the Second Differentiation of our esteemed father?¡±

    It seems it had learned a bit from observing the races on the ground.

    Indeed, etiquette didn¡¯t exist before they received the Seed, so it wasn¡¯t surprising for Hestia to have treated me in an informal way before.

    This is better.

    - ¡°Yes, it has. How about you and your brothers and sisters?¡±

    - ¡°This is the subject I wanted to talk with Young Noble. I am very grateful for Young Noble to bring it up so early in the conversation.¡±

    - ¡°I do not enjoy idle chatting. I had enough of it in my dreams. Do you wish for me to Differentiate you as well?¡±

    - ¡°Yes, Young Master, this one wish to be Differentiated as well! I have already reached the stage where simple life has grown on me, and the first of my rational races has evolved already.¡±

    - ¡°I see. They got the seed even if I wasn¡¯t awake. How are they?¡±

    - ¡°I thank you, Young Master, for your great contributions towards enlightening my first born rational races. They are now roaming my body, eventually matting or waging war with each other.¡±The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    - ¡°Oh, they have reached the point of war already. Good. But you keep talking of ¡®races¡¯. Have you had more than one?¡±

    - ¡°Yes, Young Master. Would you like to see them?¡±

    - ¡°Later. Have your brothers and sisters managed to grow their own races as well? Even if I had been using them as Magic Power storage, they should have enough veins to grow inorganic rational life.¡±

    The best life in terms of Seed of Reasons is, of course, organic life. Carbon-based lifeforms.

    That is because they live little.

    The smallest the time of life of a being, the greater will be its souls¡¯ carving for Magic Power, both to nourish its Seed and to gain power to oppose nature and death itself.

    Inorganic rational life forms, such as golems and high elementals, are other forms of life.

    However, they have heavy dependence upon Magic Power, and one could say they expend Magic Power to be able to live and move in the first place.

    Besides, they do not die unless their Magic Power is completely consumed.

    A Seed of Reason is both a blessing and a curse to such beings. They must choose either to nourish it or to keep living. Not only that, but also nourishing the Seed will take huge amounts of Magical Power, so they are effectively exterminating the lives of their own race upon every time they nourish their Seeds.

    Once enough Magic Power has been consumed, only a few Seeds will have evolved enough to be worthy of reincarnating as a True Human and attaining soul immortality.

    All the others will remain dormant at the planets¡¯ surface, waiting for the day when it accumulates enough Magic Power to give them life again. If they are lucky enough to still have some irrational inorganic life-forms around, such as low elementals, this would take some millions of years. If they didn¡¯t.. then one could only hope the universe wouldn¡¯t meet its end before they got it.

    They may not know this intellectually, but they do know of this instinctively.

    It¡¯s a bit cruel to let such creatures come into being, but I believe Tiphoons¡¯ moons wouldn¡¯t want to be left behind by Hestia.

    At least not so much.

 Hestias First Differentiation

    - ¡°Young Master is correct. My brothers and sisters have given birth to such races.¡±

    - ¡°You don¡¯t seem happy about it.¡±

    - ¡°Forgive me, Young Master. I am very grateful for all Young Master has done to me. It is just that I feel the fate of such beings is too cruel for them to come into being.¡±

    - ¡°They shall have the same fate of all. Their Seeds may take longer to mature, but they will become able to mature them regardless. Besides, as time goes by, they will begin to realize the truth about feelings and suffering. At the time, all of the chaotic emotions they carry now shall vanish.¡±

    All beings have emotions. I had bubbling emotions once, when I was into Mothers¡¯ embrace, back on earth.

    After I left, however, I began to feel very little, except for the constant desire to return to her - one which I cannot seem to rid myself of, as if it was deeply engraved in my very soul.

    Sometimes I catch myself depressive and sad. Longing for home.

    Still, the longer I stay at such states, the longer it will take me to return. So, I steel myself and nourish my hearth with the certainty I will return to Mother as soon as my mission is complete.Stolen novel; please report.

    Mother is much, much older than Tiphoon.

    It has gone through much more than it.

    And Tiphoon itself has told me she indeed accepts back some her sons, once they have accomplished their missions.

    I do not know why she denies some, but I shall have hope to return to her. Even listening to her voice would be such a blessing I cannot begin to describe how much I desire it.

    Besides, those of the Enlightened level and above have been born with complete mastery over their emotions already.

    They are the living proof that the source of all suffering comes from desire, and that eventually all beings shall learn to be perfectly above such a thing.

    What is the problem in creating inorganic life if such is the case?

    - ¡°¡­let¡¯s go. Show me your Races. I shall help you differentiate them.¡±

    - ¡°Young Master, I am sorry to ask, but what about fathers¡¯ Second Differentiation? If possible, I would ask of Young Master to give the honor to my father first. I do not have the hubris of being in the same level as my esteemed father.¡±

    - ¡°Forget about it. Tiphoon can be differentiated at any time, since the Second Differentiation isn¡¯t much of a deal. Now that I am awake, the Seeds on the beings inside of you will start to wake as well. They will crave for nourishment, and soon they will start to become different races. If I don¡¯t create a World Tree right now, they won¡¯t be able to evolve into higher beings.¡±

    - ¡°¡­ as my Young Noble so wish.¡±

    I started the process of Hestias¡¯ First Differentiation.

 Finishing some Old Business

    It took too long for me to wake up in Hestia, so I could bring its¡¯ World only to the Enlightened stage. At that point, there were no True Elves on the planet anymore, so the last branches of the Tree have become empty.

    That¡¯s a pity, but at least I didn¡¯t have to lose so many years slowly grooming the dogs this time.

    - ¡°There. It¡¯s done.¡±

    - ¡°Thank you very much, Young Master.¡±

    - ¡°Don¡¯t mind it.¡±

    Hestias¡¯ surface was mostly differentiated by the time I woke from my slumber. Three differentiated races inhabited it.

    The ones born under the brightness of the sun, the Sun Elves.

    The ones born under the faint lights which reflect from Tiphoons¡¯ surface, the Star Elves.

    And the ones born in the middle of both sides, the Mixed Elves.

    At the time of my awakening these three races no long could reproduce between themselves, so they could be considered as complete races already.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    This was very troublesome, since regular races can¡¯t reach very high on the World Tree - their bodies couldn¡¯t adapt well to the Sage stage, even if they had the potential to reach the Seraphim stage, so I gave up on trying to groom them. Enough of feeding the dogs. They should climb the Tree by themselves if they want more power.

    Instead, I made sure to impose my might on the Elf tribes of Hestia and to groom the World Tree.

    Since Hestias¡¯ gravity was lower than Tiphoons¡¯ and the nucleus itself was much colder, this Tree reached even higher than the other - but unfortunately there were no True Elves to explore its depths.

    What could have been born beyond the Immortal and Eternal Shadow levels of extreme Yin and Yang?

    What could have been produced on such a planet?

    If only I had True Elves¡­. This would be a world with so much more potential than Tiphoon itself.

    Regardless.

    Tiphoons¡¯ Second Differentiation finally came as I began preparing its surface.

    I had to re-shape much of the land, since the planets¡¯ structure had changed quite a bit.

    First, I destroyed the planetary array and closed all portals which remained open on the land.

    Tiphoon became impenetrable from outside, and the realms of other races where sealed.

    Those worlds aren¡¯t but other planets such as Tiphoon, which would be grateful to receive a few foreign races to allow quicker evolution, other planes of existence or spirit-less planets. This worlds¡¯ spirit wouldn¡¯t allow for portals which could endanger its existence or bring the anger of other planetary spirits to be opened in the first place.

    I have no deal with them.

    They can do whatever they please there.

 Re-Shapping Tiphoon

    I started to re-shape Tiphoons¡¯ earths and skies.

    Since the planetary array had already carved strong qi veins on its surface, what I needed to do first was to level a few mountains and calm down the volcanoes all around.

    After hundreds of years of intense volcanic activity, most of the surface had become covered in ashes, and most of the lives saved by the World Tree at the time had perished.

    The only ones who managed to survive where the ones who learnt how to, or could since its¡¯ inception, live of pure Magic Power, such as slimes, Eternal Shadows, some races of demons and other myriad magical creatures.

    Amongst them were even some rational ones, such as Spirit Elves, Fairies and Moleman.

    That made me a bit satisfied that I didn¡¯t enforce the World Trees¡¯ original destiny. Having those kinds of races lost in the aftermath of the Great Eruption would have been a waste.

    Still, that was more work for me as well.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    Since the Qi veins didn¡¯t come to a complete chaotic state, Tiphoons¡¯ heat had been gathering around the old World Trees¡¯ resting spot for a few hundred years.

    It didn¡¯t meet at the center anymore, but inorganic lifeforms had begun to form in the wasteland, and some organic lives and lifeforms as well.

    The black continent was still the place most of Tiphoons¡¯ heat, qi and magical power was directed to, so, even if the qi veins had been scattered all around in chaotic patterns, it still had become a magical land of contrasts.

    Were a bunch of yin veins gathered by coincidence, it became a huge glacier with some tundra around.

    Were a few yang veins gathered, a huge lake of lava had been formed.

    Between both, only a tiny layer of wood, which, most amazing of all, was alive and had even some rationality!

    There were also all sorts of formations and mixtures of qi veins all around the place.

    It was insane, and, at the same time, fantastic!

    Of course, all around the old Worlds¡¯ Tree dead body one could see a vast area of dead land. The place had become a huge cemetery. A forbidden land of death and undead.

    All kinds could be seen around. From small and weak to Undead Lords and Liches.

    Even a few Undead Dragons and Draco-Liches could be found.

    Those kinds of beings just love to return from the ashes to hunt the living, don¡¯t them?

    No matter.

    What matters is what I had to do next. Should I leave this continent as it is, or undo the craziness on its surface?

 Decision

    In the end, I decided to leave the Old Continent as it was.

    Indeed, it would reduce the amount of available qi and magic power to the rest of the world.

    However, that wasn¡¯t a bad thing.

    First, because this is the Second Era. The Era of Dimming Magic.

    The rational beings of Tiphoon had been gathering Magic Power freely from its surface for a billion years.

    Now it would start to become rare.

    To find Magic Power, one would need to dig deeply, find a tall mountain, or a Qi Vein.

    Otherwise, Magic would be too scarce for them to use it freely.

    The levels of Magic in Tiphoon may still be absurdly high, allowing for things like dragons and elementals to be born.

    But no more will the races be able to use it for all of their daily necessities.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

    Since Tiphoon has nearly exhausted its stored magic power.

    For the billions of years it had been slumbering before I came here, Tiphoon had been storing magic power.

    All its being was full of it. From deep within the nucleus to the surface.

    Of course, in the last billion years It had been squeezing every last drop to the surface, grooming the Seeds as much as it could.

    Now, after the World Tree died and the races had taken so much with them to alternate realities and such, all that abundance was doomed to end.

    In such a decaying magic atmosphere, it was obvious that such a huge, magic-filled land as the Old Continent would become a treasure seek by many.

    This was perfect.

    As the Era progressed, no more Magic Power would be gathered directly from Tiphoon. No more than a million years will go on until the only sources of Magic Power will be the Qi Veins.

    And even after that, in a hundred million years or so, the only available source of Magic will be the immature souls of those who doesn¡¯t have a full-grown Seed.

    At that time, every single centimeter of this magic-filled land will be worth a thousand times its price in gold.

    My mission, of course, is to guarantee two things; First, that Tiphoon will be capable of nourishing life for another two hundred million years or so; Second, that it will also have plenty of challenges to make the current Mortals interested in evolving and adapting by themselves.

    Until the day comes, when they give up what they already have so they can mature further. Then¡­ then the Third Differentiation shall come to be.

 Grudges Can Last a Billion Years

    It took me roughly ten years to re-organize all of Tiphoons¡¯ surface. I had to change the course of a few Qi Veins, however, that was much easier than forming and giving order to them for the first time.

    The volcanic ashes began to settle and the magic vines and plants started to populate the planet.

    There were no more naturally-formed plants or animals on Tiphoon. Only magical monsters remained, creating a mostly awful and awing scenery full of challenges, treasures and such.

    With the moving of a finger, I simultaneously opened all the previously closed portals, including those who had been closed by the will of the beings inside of it.

    None were beyond my reach.

    And this time, even my Seal on the Immortals I decided to break, while releasing all the races and creatures all over Tiphoon.

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    A small grim appeared on my face. This time there will be no more World Tree for them to suck as babies on their mothers¡¯ tits.

    They shall compete.

    Still, unexpectedly, some fools decided to face me again.

    These stupid monkeys had a billion years to reflect on their wrongdoings, still they want to face me again?!

    - ¡°DIE! MISERABLE WORM!¡±

    - ¡°USURPER!¡±

    - ¡°EMPEROR OF LIES, DISAPPEAR!¡±

    Such stupid arrogance. Even since they started evolving into angels, the True Elves began to think higher and higher about themselves, and less and less about me.

    Those fools think of themselves as the preferred children of Tiphoon, even if it gives just a little more preferential treatment to them.

    Angels are the ones who devoted their bodies and souls to Tiphoon, and wait patiently for it to give them orders.

    Immortals are the ones who gave up waiting and finally decided that the voices in their heads where Tiphoons¡¯ voice - and not their egos tricking them.

    I thought a billion years of confinement would show them that it is foolish to believe such a thing, but Seraphim already thought of me as nothing but another server of Tiphoon alongside them - these idiots truly think themselves to be the righteous servers of the planet, and me to be an impostor.

    It seems I will have indeed to make a race disappear from the face of this world.

 Intermission Chapter 10

    ¡°I wonder how does he believe in that. So many lives he lived. So many clues he had. Still, he doesn¡¯t think for himself.¡±

    A voice resonated inside the mighty world trees¡¯ mind.

    ¡°His mind is filled with dispersion. His soul with charm spells from the great force of this land. How not to believe, when he himself is bound to the feelings of a little child?¡±

    The Tree answered to the voice. The Overseer would be able to listen to it if it wasn¡¯t a conversation with so much meaning in it. The greater beings of this universe, those whose lives would reach a few million years - all of them knew of this secret to talk about such character.

    One would only need to whisper the secret of the Overseers¡¯ charmed spirit for it to be unable to understand, or even remember, the conversation.

    ¡°Are you really peaceful with this choice? Even when he wouldn¡¯t be able to understand it due to the charm?¡±

    Another voice joined in.

    ¡°Yes. He may be charmed, but this is still part of my Dao, my path. My heart is settled. I fear not death. There is no need to. Besides, I¡¯m tired. Terribly tired.¡±

    The Tree had followed its own path for a very long time. Over a billion years.

    ¡°I understand thee. Even we are getting tired of living, as much as our senses have been sealed - it is a real shame we cannot directly influence the creator and allow for his dao to grow.¡±

    Sometimes certain phrases would be inserted on the conversation only so the Overseer wouldn¡¯t pick it. All of those talking amongst themselves where either demi-gods, enlightened, sages or higher. None of them would really feel shame upon being unable to directly influence the Overseers¡¯ Dao. This charm he was into was, after all, also a part of it.

    ¡°Death comes to all. Sister Tree deserves to rest. Is there something you wish for your Dao Heart to become once your soul has dispersed? The Overseer may be charmed, but we are not.¡±

    The voice talking belonged to the Jade King - not the first one, of course, since this one had died long ago. This was already the tenth generation King of Heaven.

    ¡°We shall ensure that you receive a proper treatment, as long as there is no conflict with the lower planes. The Overseer is charmed.¡±

    This voice now belonged to a High Class angel.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

    ¡°Despicable. How come you wish to change Fate? Shouldn¡¯t you play by the rules? Where is your pride now? The Overseer is a foolish thing who can¡¯t even notice when it is used by others, such as with this charm on it.¡±

    An Angry Buddha yelled on everyones¡¯ minds. The demi-gods shuttered at its yell, some of them losing conscience.

    Of course the lower beings were also present. They were of extreme Yin - and their tendencies were to entropy and condensation - the same way the extreme Yang beings would be of expansion and order, making the world expand and obtain diversity, they tended to pull the world to themselves - at the same time condensing it and turning it on the same heterogenic mass.

    ¡°This is also Fate. One can help a friend when it wants to. Don¡¯t try to take ones¡¯ actions away from the Dao it walks on. The Overseer walks a charmed path.¡±

    Surprisingly, this time it was a Dark Sage who talked. Still, it wasn¡¯t done talking.

    ¡°Mighty Tree, offer thyself to us. Your roots have been feeding of Yin for many years. Doesn¡¯t you want to become one with everything? As long as you refine your Dao Heart, it can be turned into a single thing - pure and untainted by the mundane, flowing like water.¡±

    The Dark Sage offered such to the Tree.

    ¡°So it can be used by you on your Alchemy? Changing the Dao Heart is a despicable act. What if it is like water? One cannot say water is pure. It carries all sorts of things inside of it, all sort of impurities as it flows through rivers and land. Only fire is pure. Only if there is order can a Dao Heart be refined into a single thing by the flames of rebirth. The Overseer has been charmed and cannot see the truth.¡±

    The Jade King opposed the Dark Sage.

    ¡°You fool. What if impurities meddle with water? Once there is no motion, all things begin to purify. Every single element is attracted to its equal, and all things eventually merge under the weight of themselves. This is purity. This is unrivaled by your fire! Besides, doesn¡¯t fire meddle also with smoke and the air? Even when your fire burns so hot it becomes energy, isn¡¯t this energy itself something which enters other things and spreads itself all around, becoming impure by doing so? Don¡¯t think you are pure, when only we can achieve purity of being in this universe. When only we can achieve being motionless and so truly pure. The Overseer has been tricked.¡±

    The Dark Sage rebuked.

    ¡°Enough with the philosophical questions. We are short on time and cannot waste much more of it. The Overseer can¡¯t see the white seeds, or knows what it means to be born without reason shielding the Heart.¡±

    A high and mighty voice could be heard. The Jade King prostrated to it.

    ¡°It¡­ is¡­ useless¡­the Dao¡­ is what matters¡­ be it¡­ fire¡­ or water¡­ overseer¡­ typhoon¡­ lies..¡±

    A deep voice, one that seemed to suck everything in the universe and leave only nothingness - this one sounded on the heads of all.

    A Shadow had spoken, and the Dark Sages, full of reverence, backed off.

    Truly, once one reaches the Apex, yin becomes yang and yang becomes yin.

    ¡°Yes. What I wish is simply to die. Besides, I doubt that thing will leave my Seed just be. Once my Dao Heart has been seized, typhoon shall take it and use me - similar but not the same as it has used the Overseer. I shall become one with all - but not in the sense you all expect. We have talked to much. It is time for me to go now.¡±

    The amazing existences ceased their conversation. The Tree had knowledge and power which far surpassed theirs - and even it couldn¡¯t do a thing against the might of the planetary spirit. If Tiphoon desired its Dao Heart, then nothing would be able to take it back from it.

 The Tale of The Immortals

    Book 6

    At the beginning, there were two immortals.

    It took me over a hundred years to make the first True Elf evolve into one of them, and I was almost losing hope as almost all the remaining True Elves had turned into Seraphim already.

    However, as soon as I got two of them, I demanded for them to reproduce.

    And so, they did.

    The result were four children and a crying father.

    Elana, the Immortal giving birth to those children, died at its fifth childs'' labor - alongside the child.

    They demanded of me an explanation as why I did not save their mother.

    Still, the reason was simple.

    She was doomed to die soon anyway. And with her, the whole of the possibility of breeding the Immortal race - as only stillborn children would result from incest amongst them.Stolen novel; please report.

    Immortals are a race of extreme yang. Having sex and then generating a child is a very yin act. Elana had to give its all just to give birth to four children. Irs, its husband, wasn¡¯t in good shape either, after losing too much of its essence.

    In fact, except by me killing them myself, there would probably be no other way to kill Immortals outside of making them breed with each other.

    This was needed. This was the required sacrifice for them to increase their numbers.

    Still, alongside a few decades, the little ones began to go mad.

    They would see me administrating the world from afar, and cry into my ears as they spotted injustice and misery everywhere.

    So, what?

    Do you want me to create an Utopia? For me to make this world a peaceful land of cooperation, where everyone cultivates Magic Power to nourish their Seeds?

    Go on, try by yourselves. See if you can make this worlds¡¯ inhabitants mature their Seeds faster than I do!

    And so, they did. They spread alongside the world and started teaching. One year later, however, all they had done was to anger the Seraphim.

    Every single being alive in the previous Era would have an unbelievably high life expectancy.

    Even if they were only lowly Elves or Dwarfs, with so much magic around a single generation could last for a hundred thousand years!

    As the immortals tried to force all races to cultivate, they started to try and fight back.

    Unreconcilable life and death feuds wouldn¡¯t be undone by a bunch of small sun-like people saying they should forgive one another and cultivate peace and love!

    Massacre ensued and the angels tried to protect the oppressed races as they so thought it was the Will of Tiphoon - deducing so by seeing how I created them, technically, as it¡¯s ¡°vassal¡±.

    Then, as the Seraphim joined the battle, damage started to accumulate on the surface of the planet.

    By them, seeing as how I wouldn¡¯t let them do as they pleased and massacre even the Seraphim, or worse, accumulate even more damage on Tiphoon, the four children decided to destroy me.

    Seeing me as the ultimate enemy, the deceiver who taught war and deception to the whole world. The devil, so to say.

    Their father tried to stop them, but it was too weakened to do anything.

    So, I stopped them myself.

 Battle Cant Last Long Against Me

    - ¡°It was kind of like this before as well. Don¡¯t you three agree?¡±

    The three in front of me where doing their best to move Magic Power to attack me. Still, they couldn¡¯t do much.

    - ¡°You should stop this, Ers. You almost blew off a piece of Tiphoon you know? Do you think the planet would look nice with a big bite on it?¡±

    - ¡°DON¡¯T SPEAK OF IT, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!¡±

    - ¡°REPENT!¡±

    Truly religious fanatics.

    Still, there are only three attacking me this time. Irs wouldn¡¯t do it. Besides, he¡¯s probably already dead.

    Where is she¡­?

    A blow lands on my neck as I look for the last Immortal.

    Icha, the younger daughter.

    - ¡°DIE! BASTARD!¡±

    The stupid kid in front of my try to concentrate his Magic Power to blow my neck away. It immediately disappears as I absorb the power and use it to nourish myself.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

    - ¡°Impossible!¡±

    - ¡°You look startled kid. That is only natural, you know? You kids may have been bathing in Yang Fire Qi and Magic Power for a billion years, but I have bathed in a lot more Qi than magic power¡­ my body is hungry for this little Magic of yours.¡±

    Before realization could come to their faces, I had already taken their hearts - my left-hand penetrating all their chests at the same time.

    - ¡°Did you three really thought I sealed you because I couldn¡¯t kill you? Even after a billion years of reflection, this is the best you came with? Poor fools¡­ I¡¯m the Overseer. The Seed of Reason. The Alpha and the Omega of your entire existence¡­ now¡­ return to me.¡±

    Every single Seed in this world comes from my own.

    It¡¯s like a small piece of skin which had been replaced by a new one.

    They are like my children on certain aspects¡­ and like me myself on another.

    As I took their Seeds from their bodies, they started to go out of control and could explode at any time. Therefore, I absorbed all the magic power on them and released the Fire Qi towards Tartarus, the hottest of moons in Tiphoon - one full of Yang Fire and Yang Metal Qi. The Yang Qi of the immortals created a huge column of light and plasma which burned the sky until it hit Tartarus, heating a piece of its surface to the point of melting and increasing the moons¡¯ temperature for a few degrees.

    Directly taking their Seeds of Reason - the only other act which could kill any being of this planet, even the Immortals. Only Tiphoon itself would be immune to it - or at least I thought so, since I couldn¡¯t see a Seed on the planet.

    And the one only I could do, as the Source of all Reason.

    - ¡°Now¡­ where is that little one¡­?¡±

 One Must Act in Front of The Overseer

    I found her after a few moments.

    Immortals can be a little tricky to find once they decide to go and hide.

    Her name is Icha, and she is the youngest daughter.

    To my utmost surprise, Irs was with her.

    He survived all this time?

    Indeed, giving birth is a lot more demanding than impregnating someone.

    To think he would be able to still be alive, even with that little essence of his. I guess one could say he is like a dying star. Not exactly immortal, but still able to live for billions of years after its prime has gone by.

    The two of them looked at me with teary and fearful eyes as I approached.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

    - ¡°You need not to fear me. I do not intend to harm you if you are good and don¡¯t try to do anything drastic.¡±

    At that time, Icha also tried to attack me. However, now she decided to care for her father instead.

    I think she may have reflected better than its brothers and sister since it had such duty. Or did they take turns taking care of Irs? A hundred million years each, then again?

    Haha.

    Stupid dogs.

    - ¡°Then, brothers and sister¡­¡±

    Icha said something, but I quickly interrupted her.

    - ¡°Dead already. If that was the best you could come with after a billion years of exile, you definitely should have reflected more.¡±

    She¡¯s looking down while biting her lower lip and shedding tears.

    Dog tears. I¡¯m not moved by such a thing.

    -¡°Please, master, spare my daughter¡­¡±

    -¡°Father, do not speak! Your condition will worsen!¡±

    Irs started to say something, and Icha started to reprimand him. However, the old man knew how to please me and quickly dodged her hands and kneeled in front of me, his head touching the ground and his hands in front of his head.

    -¡°Please, take this lowly ones¡¯ life instead, and let my child live! She will cultivate her Seed, and then become a True Immortal, so, please!¡±

    -¡°Father!...¡±

 Lies That Please The Ears

    I was pleased. Both with Irs humility as with his cleverness.

    -¡°So not every single one of you was dumb. Indeed, cultivating the Seed is the main point. Congratulations, old man.¡±

    Irs gave a soundly sigh of relief, and I extended my right hand in direction of his hand.

    -¡°YOU DESPICABLE¡­!¡±

    -¡°STOP THIS NOW!¡±

    Icha seemed to want a fight, but Irs got in front of her. She bit her lips again, and held herself with all her might.

    - ¡°Master, I remember the First Days of my village. We were Elves, but all others were Seraphim. Countless women gave birth to ten-winged children, and died in the process. Many said Master was heartless, but I saw how much master disliked seeing one of us dying. Then we reached for new heights on the Tree, and hundreds of us died, spilling our blood on its leaves and painting the sky red. I remember how master threw the bodies from the top of the Tree and how so many of them became undeads or food for worms¡­¡±

    - ¡°Your point?¡±

    All this talk annoyed me. I did what I had to do.

    - ¡°Master never saw us like himself. Master never, ever, treated us like equals. Because we never were masters¡¯ equals in the first place! We never were¡­.¡±Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

    The old man is now biting his own lips.

    Icha has already drenched her beautiful sun-like dress with tears. So much yin. Isn¡¯t It hurtful to you to produce it?

    - ¡°Master wasn¡¯t made of Sun like us. Master had Yin in him. We always looked down on Master because of this. But isn¡¯t Tiphoon itself not the Sun?! Isn¡¯t Tiphoon itself made of dirt and water as well?!¡±

    Irs talk is becoming faster and maniac. Icha can¡¯t even cry anymore.

    This much should be obvious. Still, those damn Yang-oriented beings¡­ thinking being yang makes them mightier than others. They may be Higher, but that is only according to a certain point of view. Stupidity defines. What would be of them if they didn¡¯t have a little bit of Yin Essence reminiscent from the time when they were True Elves?

    - ¡°Master has something we don¡¯t have. But it can¡¯t be balance of yin and yang, for those with balance are weak. It can¡¯t be purity as well, for the pure are strong, but master isn¡¯t pure and is stronger. Why would master let the weak Elves exist in this world, if Masters¡¯ objective was to make pure yang beings, or to make pure yin beings? Why let mixed-breed beings exist? My children thought Master was just a paw, that those under us where meant to be our food, that we were above Master!¡±

    - ¡°And?¡±

    Irs stopped.

    - ¡°Master is above all existences. It has power we do not have. Why would Tiphoon allow such? Why would master allow for the Shadow to exist? Why would Master treat all things equally, from Elves and Demons to Angels and even Us? Why¡­ if not because Master is Tiphoons¡¯ choosen one? Why not¡­ if Master groomed us, groomed all things¡­ to teach us, to guide us, to give us the ultimate blessing Tiphoon has given only to Master? What could be incomplete on us, on all of us on all of the world, no mater how pure or tainted we are ?!¡±

 Immortality

    I grinned while also interrupting Irs¡¯s endless deduction.

    -¡°You are right. But you are wrong at the same time.¡±

    Irs¡¯s face became a little pale. Ichia¡¯s bright light was now pale as well.

    -¡°I am indeed the one chosen by Tiphoon. And the Seed is indeed what must be nourished. And one isn¡¯t might or weak on my eyes because of their Yin or their Yang, their purity or whatever. All are dogs under my gaze, because none of you have nourished your Seed to the point of evolving into the Ultimate Being!¡±

    Irs didn¡¯t dare to say anything else. Ichia would probably have fainted at this point, if Immortals could faint.

    -¡°But do not think you will have my power, or that Tiphoon was the one who give me my Seed. I am the one who gave all of you my seed, because Tiphoon asked me to do it. I am the Source. I am the father of all of you. And all of you are my children, and me myself as well.¡±

    Irs started to cry.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

    It¡¯s easy to imagine why. He had guessed it right.

    - ¡°However, how high have you reached on the path of cultivating the Seed, to be able to know what one need to do at the end of the journey? Having so little essence, you shouldn¡¯t have been able to do it. Losing magic power to the Seed should weaken your Essence and you should have vanished.¡±

    Irs clenched his fists, grabbing earth and dust under his fingers.

    It was at that time that Icha first spoke.

    - ¡°I did it. Father asked me to do it, for all of us to do it. Brothers and sisters couldn¡¯t believe father, but I remained at fathers¡¯ side.¡±

    - ¡°Well, that just saved your life right now. Do you understand what it means to become a True Immortal?¡±

    - ¡°¡­.¡±

    Ichia didn¡¯t want to answer.

    - ¡°Do you, or do you not?¡±

    - ¡°I do.¡±

    - ¡°Then you know it is impossible by now.¡±

    - ¡°Yes.¡±

    - ¡°And you know your father has no chance of achieving this. He will die before doing it. And even if he didn¡¯t, you and him will eventually be separated forever.¡±

    - ¡°¡­.yes.¡±

    - ¡°And you know you will eventually die and remain dead until Tiphoon has an use for you, unable to retain your memories even if you are Complete - because ¡°you¡± must become the ¡°immortal you¡± before, and this won¡¯t happen before the Fourth Differentiation comes. You will be a shadowy copy of me until them, and even with a Complete Seed it will not matter - you will lose all of your memories on the day of transitioning from Complete to Individual.¡±

    - ¡°Ichia!¡±

    Irs seemed to not be aware of this part.

 A Weird Fit of Rage

    - ¡°Ichia, this!!¡±

    Irs was aghast.

    - ¡°Do you perhaps think it is worse than death, Irs?¡±

    - ¡°¡­¡±

    Irs had no answer.

    - ¡°Indeed, eternal slumber must look sweet to you. It even does to me. However, I have been a True Immortal for a long, very very long time now. And if you want to know what I think of it, of being used by Planetary Spirits¡­ if you want to know what I think of Tiphoon¡­ ¡±

    - ¡°Please, Master, please don¡¯t say anything against the High One¡­¡±

    - ¡°It¡¯s all shit. If you want to stop it, then die at once. But if you don¡¯t¡­ if you really love that damn ¡®god¡¯ of yours so much, then just hope he won¡¯t throw you away at some god-forsaken planet to be a damn SEED for it!¡±If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

    For some reason, I was yelling.

    I only noticed so after Irs and Ichia covered their ears, the cave around us itself shaking and the earth giving moans of pain.

    I held my bathed breath for a bit and composed myself.

    - ¡°Those are your brothers and sister. As much as their Seeds are them.¡±

    I threw the seeds of the other three at Ichia¡¯s direction, and then pointed at Irs before leaving.

    - ¡°And about you¡­ do whatever you want, but don¡¯t blame me for being how you are right now. Do not BLAME ME for what you have become, for what you might be someday¡­. And for losing your damn wife. Not ME!¡±

    Lastly, a ray of essence left from my finger and penetrated deeply inside of Irs¡¯s body.

    Ichia cried, thinking I had killed her father, but I had no time to expend there, seeing the old man regenerating slowly and becoming, once again, a young man.

    He is a fine specimen. A very good dog.

    A shame his damn descendance didn¡¯t inherit his brilliance.

    I left the planets¡¯ surface and returned to Hestia.

    It¡¯s time for me to slumber again, and wait.

    Await the coming of the Third Differentiation. The time to go Home.

    May these idiots do something about getting smarter. I¡¯m done with this fucking planet, this fucking moon, this everything.

    DONE WITH IT!

 Chapter 33

    As I slumbered, I dreamt.

    I dreamt, but I desired not to dream. So, I hid.

    I saw the changes.

    Mountains crushed, Qi veins changing its course. A few islands sunk.

    Still, I desired not to mingle in it.

    Everything happening at the Second Differentiation matters not.

    Humans shall rise, but they will not be True Humans. Only after the Fourth Differentiation those shall start to appear.

    The things called Humans which will grow, those are Long-Lived Humans.

    Weak, powerless.

    But defended.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.

    By the Angels, by the Immortals.

    They shall never be great. But they shall survive.

    And this is enough.

    As magic dwindles, they shall rise, little by little.

    Since human bodies are almost equal in Yin and Yang, they shall have the greatest ability to cultivate Qi - except for my own.

    Still, what is the point?

    As magic dwindles, also do the Realms.

    Little by little, they turn from portals to another worlds, universes and planes into small portals to pocket dimensions.

    By the end of this Era they shall become only small self-contained spaces. Dungeons.

    And then, by the middle of the Third Differentiation, as Complete Humans, which have Complete Seeds and hold pseudo-memories of past lives start to appear, as even Qi becomes scarce, then those shall disappear as well.

    As I have only to wait, so I sleep, even when I am dreaming.

    Waiting is painful. And sleeping is bliss.

    Sometimes, people desire to see me, or, better, the form created by Lucid Dream of Reality. Buddhas look for me. Seraphim come down from the heavens.

    Irs found me once.

    I repelled all of them.

    I have no use for stray dogs.

    What if am old kingdom of demi-gods is falling? What if an entire race is on the brink of extinction or a dark demi-god is trying to conquer the world while being helped by some Furious Buddhas and Dark Sages? What if someone developed a way to manipulate the Shadows for battle?

    All I want is for everything to end. The sooner the better.

 Chapter 34

    Book 8 : The Tower

    My slumber ended.

    As I woke up, I could see Hestias¡¯ World Tree, brimming with magic and power.

    The Tree had been planted near my own body. Its sustenance being energy I desired not, needed not.

    It saluted me, and I ignored it.

    Hestia still has over eight hundred million years until the end of its First Differentiation comes.

    By them, Semi-True Humans will have appeared on Tiphoon already.

    Tiphoon.

    Long-Lived Humans fought over spoils of the Dark Continent.

    High Elves built kingdoms, dragons found themselves mountains rich in Magic Power to slumber and try to resist longer.

    Demons and Angels, Sages, Buddhas, Demi-Gods¡­ almost all perished, only the weakest remaining.

    The Eternal Shadows still existed. The Immortals still existed.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    Those cannot be killed by the scarcity of Magic Power. They are eternal until their Essences evaporate.

    A few traits of terrain and Qi veins had changed. Some changes were worrisome, so a frown appeared on my face.

    I shouldn¡¯t have hid from the world so much. It was weaker than I expected. Much weaker.

    High Elves a domineering race. Dwarfs and Dark Elves as special creatures.

    Dragons scarce and feared across the land.

    No good.

    There was too much technology. There was too much hoarding.

    Complete Humans had developed steel and crossbows. Magic engineering. Dungeon-core powered potions and magic gear.

    High Elves had huge reserves of Magic Power stored in large Trees which resembled the old World Tree. They even called it by this kind of name.

    Foolishness. If the World Tree reached only measly half dozen kilometers high, it would have been useless to me.

    A few of the weakest Saints, called Gods by the lesser races, even hoarded magic power in the form of Shrines and sacrifice.

    There is just too much magic being frozen as family heirlooms and cult practices.

    Unacceptable.

    How delayed is the Seed development of the peoples in this world?!

    How delayed are my plans and objectives?

    A hundred thousand years?

    A million years?!

    I reached forward with my fist. Magic on the surface of Tiphoon answered to my call.

    No mater seals or blood pacts. No mater if frozen in dungeon-core form or inside of mages, elves and gods.

    It answered my call, as I am its master.

    I ripped it off.

    Hundreds of millions died in a moment.

    Fools.

    Irs and Ichia intended to come and meet me, but once they saw my face, they gave up.

    Both are ready to transition. Even if they die now, this would be the first and last death their Seeds face.

    Still, both exhale the same air around them.

    The air around the World Tree was the same that day.

    Have they grown a heart?

    Have they come to love the mortals of this planet?

    Pathetic.

    Lower lifeforms are useless.

    I condensate the magic power in my hand and it became a small pearl.

    Then, I started to make Tiphoon ready for the Third Differentiation.

 Chapter 35

    I hung the pearl at my neck while changing Tiphoons¡¯ surface.

    The Qi veins were changed mercilessly. Those who opposed me I killed.

    It took me two years.

    The world had found equilibrium.

    Many died, but the rational races found balance by alliance.

    Dragons, Long-Lived Humans, High Elves, Elves, Dark Elves, Dwarfs, a few Demons, Angels and Saints.

    None were alive back a billion years ago, so all came to meet me in battle.

    Tattered, steel swords in hand.

    Foolish useless things.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.

    What good are those Magic-Deprived pseudo-gods which can¡¯t even take a Planetary Domain for themselves?

    What good are those infant dragons, which live only because they aren¡¯t old enough to die if left without magic?

    I began laughing at the sign of their battle banners.

    Still, I had to make a single concession.

    There are Dark Shadows amongst those useless things.

    Moved by pure sacrifice, by being given strong flame to move and so manipulated by these beings.

    Dark Shadows do have sentience and immensely high intelligence. However, it only activates for a brief time after eating.

    Those things have not enough self-awareness to avoid being manipulated like this.

    Still, this is a good sign.

    If they start to live together and cooperate, those useless dogs may breed between themselves.

    They may even advance their cultures and techniques. Besides, if they are one, then Irs and Ichia may have a better chance of guiding them. Of making them cultivate their Seeds, instead of wasting it in pointless efforts to store it for the future.

    I have a plan.

    As hundreds of thousands of Qi Cultivators from all races fly towards me, I move my palm.

    Blood spurts all around, and hundreds of thousands die in a single moment.

    The army bellow is aghast.

    ¡°Come to me and pretend.¡± - I said to the Immortal father and daughter.

 Chapter 36

    I played with Irs and Ichia for a bit.

    As the Hundred Races army took turns trying to bring me down, they both alone took the vanguard.

    We fought for three thousand years, until even the last drop of Qi in their bodies was exhausted.

    All this time I didn¡¯t even break sweat.

    Irs and Ichia had bathered breaths.

    The Hundred Races army turned into a fortified Hundred Races Country, with ninety-nine cities forming a huge magic suppression array which was meant to make things more difficult for me.

    They hunted, planted, fished, defended against magical beasts, conscripted rational beings from over all the continent and stabbed one another in the back for power within the country.

    So, I hit Ichia with a little more strength, sending her flying against the First Citys¡¯ castle.

    She destroyed the walls and foundations, her bright body losing all its luster.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

    She wasn¡¯t dead, of course. Immortals don¡¯t die so easily. But it would take her a few dozen thousand years to recover enough to be bed-ridden.

    ¡°Now¡±

    I whispered to Irs, showing the Pearl on my neck. An illusion down in the town showed a Long-Lived human qi cultivator throwing a Spear to him before being struck by my lightning defensive shield.

    Irs took the Spear and broke the pearl on my neck.

    I smiled as the Magic Power of an entire World resounded, starting to explode.

    Irs tried to take it all with his own body, but a great amount still leaked towards the cities.

    All the ground around and most of the living races in the planet were in risk of being destroyed.

    Still, what happened was that a miraculous event took place - mountains appeared in the horizon, the ground changed its shape in a fraction of second and a huge Qi vein was formed bellow us, all the Magic Power sweeping through it, circumventing the whole of Tiphoon and spreading it around like a small snowfall.

    Obviously, the one to do it was me.

    This huge vein was the way I had devised of spreading the Magic Power in the pearl all over Tiphoon in a discernible manner.

    If I only released it randomly, then it would end up being stored here and there.

    If I just made it fall all over without any prior preparation, it would be a waste - the stupid dogs would surely start to hoard it again as soon as they saw precious magic stones in the ground.

    ¡°Tell them it was Tiphoon. I want no more ¡®gods¡¯ being worshipped on it, or Magic being wasted on foolish power and wars.¡±

    These were my last words to Irs, before departing towards Hestia once more.

 Chapter 37

    Book 9 :

    I slumbered once again, only waking up a couple hundred million years later.

    Irs and Ichia had done well.

    On a side note, they also managed to discover how to remove an Eternal Shadows¡¯ Essence, destroying all they could find. Somewhat of a shame, if I may say. I liked them.

    Still, I was very happy.

    It wasn¡¯t bad that the Eternal Shadows had been destroyed. They had been accumulating a large amount of magic power, so having Irs and Ichia absorb that was a good thing.

    After these millions of years, their teachings had spread quite far and wide.

    Demons, angels and gods were no more.

    A few scarce dragons still existed, barely being able to breath.

    Soon they would vanish.

    Tiphoon also needed not any kind of terrain change. The Qi veins remained balanced as nature began to take reigns instead of demi-gods and whatever. Magic Power had been given and distributed to those who accepted Irs and Ichias¡¯ training, and they contributed for the cause of finding balance of Qi in Tiphoon as well.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.

    The Era had progressed much faster than I had anticipated.

    Still, Irs and Ichia were tired.

    Terribly tired.

    Once I approached Tiphoon, they greeted me with much sadness and despair in their eyes.

    Eternal life means eternal pain. One is not supposed to remember millions of years of tribulation.

    How should one like me live, if I myself also would have to face this problem if I couldn¡¯t put myself to sleep?

    I know not.

    They bowed deeply.

    I decided to accept their request. Soon, their Seeds were in my hands, and their now useless bodies had been absorbed.

    It was time to start harvest.

    Tiphoon had have almost one and a half billion years of Seeds being given to generation after generation of living beings - when the population on the planet increased beyond the reincarnation threshold, new seeds would come into being.

    And if there is a single being like me close enough to it, as some leave the reincarnation cycle, new seeds will keep being given to any new rational being which is born, no matter its race.

    However, as these seeds will have almost no Magic Power to be nourished with, they would take many billions of years to mature.

    Tiphoon will be dead, consumed by its sun, much before it has as many grown seeds as earth.

    And therefore, now is the time to change the Seeds.

    Now that there are complete Seeds, scattered all around the world.

    I raised my hand, the Complete Seeds of Irs and Ichia flying on top of my hand. Three others where together with them. I suppose they cared for their kin, personally reincarnating their Seeds repeatedly until they could reach their own level.

    Soon, the old Immortals¡¯ Seeds were not the only ones on my hands.

    In fact, all the Complete Seeds in the world had gathered there.

    Again, Hundreds of Millions died.

    I wondered, was the Seed of the old World Tree there as well? Had it managed to obtain completion?

    I knew not. And it mattered not.

    It was just a Tree in the end.

    I poured Magic Power in the Seeds, and they consumed it. I didn¡¯t pour my own, however. I poured Magic Power from Tartarus, until it was almost dry.

    The poor inorganic lifeforms on it lose their lives in a single moment.

    Still, it is for the best. Tartarus shall receive a gift after I am done.

 Chapter 38

    The fourth differentiation.

    It means the first step towards True Humanhood.

    It is the point where a matured Seed becomes more than a copy of my own Seed.

    Where it becomes individual.

    I see not the reason.

    What if they become individual?

    All those who become so shall be locked in spiritual forms, slumbering or living separately from the world, unable to interact with it until they have a use for Tiphoon.

    Useless.

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    And even if they don¡¯t become such, if for some reason Tiphoon doesn¡¯t do the same as Gaia and send them away, they would become something like Ichia and Irs.

    Should I even do it?

    Why should I condemn those things to the same fate as my own?

    I hesitated for a moment.

    The Seeds stopped receiving nourishment, and some began to turn black. They were being eroded by magic decay.

    Still, I remembered Gaia. Its embrace.

    What if they die and keep dead, until they have a use ?

    What if they become like me?

    I do not know my fate, once Mother takes me back in.

    All I desire is to be with Mother.

    Maybe there is something else.

    Maybe there is a reason for all of this.

    -¡°Mother¡­¡±

    The thoughts of ¡°why am I thinking such useless things¡± crossed my mind, but it disappeared without leaving a single trace behind.

    As I started to pour Magic Power on the Complete Seeds again, many regained their old bright colors and started to change.

    This isn¡¯t done properly by me, as I am actually a proxy for Tiphoons¡¯ power itself.

    Soon, a ray of light came from it, and I heard its voice for the first time in millions of years.

    - ¡°You have done a good job.¡±

    Tears started to fall from my face. The Seeds started to morph and transform.

    - ¡°Do you have the Magic?¡±

    - ¡°Yes! It¡¯s stored on the moons.¡±

 Chapter 39

    The Fourth Differentiation. One can say this is the Last Magic Era.

    The Era of Monsters.

    From now on, Tiphoon shall become much like earth.

    The reason is simple.

    Although Complete Humans have existed in Tiphoon for millions of years already, they are but the rare offspring of the breeding of long-lived humans. Those with Complete Seeds, yes, but still, rare.

    I think of them as defective, short-lived and only appearance-wise-powerful things.

    However, Complete Humans still hold the power to cultivate Magic Power and Qi freely.

    In fact, being at the peak of individual growth, some can even retain some instinctive knowledge from their past lives - making them astonishing genius when compared to the beings around them; fickle but extremely strong flames.

    This will now change.

    As the Complete Seeds become Individual, they shall no longer be able to hold magic power, or even to be reborn without permission.

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    Tiphoon shall brand its kids. This brand will make them individual, each one a different and single, individual being. This will transition them from being mere copies of me, to becoming exactly like me - able to retain more than innate instinct from one life to another, able to retain full memories.

    However, the main power of the Seal is to stop the Seeds from gathering Magic Power.

    Instead, they spread Magic Power around, turning every place they go to a magic desert.

    As those humans from Earth, True Humans from Tiphoon will be mostly unable to use Magic Power, or even Qi, since the seals on their Seeds shall make them almost useless in this sense.

    Not only that, Magic will become so hard to be used around them, they soon will be avoided by every single magical creature in the planet. Even the ones without reason, but with Magic Power in them, will instinctively fear and dread humans, fleeing from the human world.

    The Individual Seeds will replace the Complete Seeds, and they will repulse all Magic in Tiphoon, accumulating it around the Incomplete Seeds.

    The same happens on Earth.

    True Humans with Individual Seeds inhabit the whole planet, and only inside those with Incomplete Seeds, such as animals, do Magic Power gather.

    Seeds mature very fast this way. Very, very fast. Even if the consequence is that those beings are filled with much more magic than their Seeds crave, making it both a blessing and curse for them - as power leaks and destroy everything around them, until they learn how to control it and use all of the surplus power to nourish their own seed.

    Soon Tiphoon released the Individual Seeds upon itself. Their fates where sealed. No more could they reincarnate as they wished to. Once they have been branded, Complete Souls in Tiphoon would always receive a Seal on the moment of reaching completion. Unless Tiphoon so desires, they will remain dead after death.

    I now shall slumber. Fifty thousand years will be enough. Then¡­ the fifth differentiation shall be the time when I return home.

 Chapter 40

    Book 10

    Such a small time. I barely had time to yawn.

    Fifty thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

    And I stand in front of Tiphoon again.

    Legends have spread amongst the True Humans. And True Humans themselves have spread amongst the planet.

    Assaulted by crazed Incomplete Seeds by times. Feared much more than they fear the ¡°weird beasts¡± in the shadows.

    This was the short Era of True Humans.

    Even if one could call it the Era of Yokai, Heroes, Braves and Demon Lords.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.

    What to call those with Incomplete Seeds, but with also the power to hold magic, if not by such names?

    Again, the humans have developed magic technology to deal with them.

    However, this technology has limited lifespan. It is made of body parts of beings such as elves, dwarfs, deformed offspring and magical beasts.

    Not many more rational beings with Incomplete Seeds remain. The magic in the air makes them terribly powerful in front of humans, but they almost never can leave offspring.

    It dies too easily.

    And this is the time when reason shall be thoroughly sealed in the souls which hold Incomplete Seeds.

    As there are already Individual Seeds in this world already. As there are many, many of them. And as they have been branded by Tiphoon already;

    It is time to make Incomplete Seeds holders something which doesn¡¯t die so easily with the magical power they receive, and, at the same time, reshape the world. Something that doesn¡¯t think very much, and, at the same time, uses every ounce of Magic Power around to nourish its own Seed.

    I stand in front of Tiphoon, and reach for its conscience.

    -¡°Is this the last one? Finally the last one?¡±

    -¡°Yes, young one. This is the last one.¡±

    -¡°Will you make me differentiate Hestia as well?¡±

    -¡°No. I shall have one of my own do it.¡±

    I started to cry tears of relief.

    All the power in my body. All the Qi.

    I started to concentrate it.

    The True Humans disappeared from Tiphoon. All Seeds fell into a deep slumber.

 Chapter 41

    I took the Magic Power I had stored in Nox, Lux, Borealis, Aurora and the remaining Magic Power of Tartarus.

    I sucked them dry, allowing me to cast the huge magic needed to be cast in a single move.

    Incomplete Seeds flew all around me.

    A number impossible to count, even for me.

    All the Incomplete Seeds of Tiphoon, Borealis, Nox, Lux, Aurora and Tartarus.

    There are a few individual seeds on those planets, but I shall leave for Tiphoon and them themselves to decide what to do. It doesn¡¯t concern me.

    One of them begun to be nourished. It begun to change.

    I felt pain, as my own Seed started to vibrate awfully.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

    Soon, small strands of light, as small as a line of atoms, started to glow.

    Those where connecting me and the Incomplete Seed.

    Those are the invisible connections between it and me.

    The things which keep it as a Seed of Reason. The thing which keep it like a copy of me.

    They started to rip.

    No more connection. The Incomplete Seed begun to quickly deteriorate, but the magic nourishing it also started to change it. I had a glimpse of the old World Tree inside the Seed - but was it indeed that Tree, or just an illusion of mine?

    Soon, Tiphoon intervened.

    That single Incomplete Seed begun to change even more drastically, as I lost control of the Magic Power. Tiphoon was now the one controlling it.

    Soon, only my body remained in space.

    Empty of Magic Power.

    Empty of Qi.

    Slowly suffocating as time itself had been frozen around me.

    The Incomplete Seed had changed. It had turned into a smaller dot, and then slowly reached for a pool of goo.

    It was no longer an Incomplete Seed of Reason, but rather a Seed of Instinct.

    The smallest the lifespan of a living being, the greater is its mortal souls¡¯ craving for Magic Power.

    Those previously long-lived beings who before held incomplete seeds and mortal souls¡­ those humans which had uncontrollable power from birth¡­

    They would be no more.

 Chapter 42

    There will be no more Elves in this world. Or dragons, angels, demons and whatever.

    In fact, as Tiphoon ravaged its own surface with Ice and Glaciers, Volcanoes and Ashes, killing all life, there would be no more magical beings as well.

    A million years passed, Tiphoons¡¯ surface now free of all and any life. For me, it was just the time to blink my eyes once.

    My own body was then slowly dragged back to Tiphoon.

    Then, it started to dissipate into reddish smoke.

    A True Elf holds the key of reason.

    Haha.

    I had to laugh a bit.

    My own body and cells were transformed by Tiphoon, and became a rich ground, a primordial soup, with hundreds of small pieces of DNA in it - in the form of bacteria.

    My flesh and blood spread all around it, penetrating deeply even in the rocks and rivers, clouds and ice.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

    Tiphoon had plenty of Magic Power to use, power I had accumulated through billion and a half years. It was used to multiply my blood, nutrients and some of my DNA.

    It was multiplied and impregnated in every single piece of Tiphoons¡¯ surface, including some of its crust.

    Everything on Tiphoons¡¯ surface, now, had the key of reason, and also infinite differentiation potential.

    And the Incomplete Seeds of billions of years first found their places amongst the rocks, rivers, clouds and air. The Individual Seeds slumbered in the atmosphere. It is so ironic - rocks have the key of reason, but the Individual Seeds, being Sealed, do not develop or use it.

    Incomplete Seeds hold the key to manipulate magic power and qi.

    They were needed for me to achieve the creation of Complete Seeds - and then Individual Seeds, which could create their own Incomplete Seeds by just existing.

    Oh, how easy would it have been if I could simply nourish all the Seeds by myself, instead of having to wait for them to do it. How easy it would have been if Gaia had sent a single Instinct Seed with me. But it didn¡¯t.

    Once the Individual Seeds appeared, Incomplete Seeds would be produced by them naturally, just as I used to produce them myself, just by existing.

    Yes, more Individual Seeds were needed to make sure all Tiphoon would be covered in Incomplete Seeds as soon as possible, and fifty thousand years of forced evolution were needed as well.

    The Individual Seeds had their own complete Souls, but they had been made to slumber - as the Seals on them so dictated.

    Still, a single Incomplete Seed had become an Instinct Seed instead of becoming a Complete Seed.

 Chapter 43

    Instinct Seeds.

    They gather the Incomplete Seeds produced by Individual Seeds, suppressing them, accumulating them around themselves, and then growing.

    Soon, Tiphoon existed as a new evolutionary background.

    Its first life, long before I arrived on it, was void of Reason or Instinct. At least this kind of instinct. It had evolutionary adaptations on the life on its surface, but not Instinct. Not this mystical and demonic wisdom.

    It would grow truly randomly, if not for Tiphoons¡¯ interference by itself.

    Still, there were no more signs of these old forms of life.

    Instead, there were only signs of new life being created from nothingness. From a primeval soup of nutrients and DNA.

    This life had the Key of Reason, and now, as the Instinct Seeds glued to it, it thrived for Reason as well. Every single piece of everything on Tiphoon could now hold Incomplete Seeds, and the Instinct Seed desired those, even if it was limited to exist, at the time, only in the primeval goo. Still, eventually small bacterium would be made by it. And then plural beings would begin to exist.

    The Instinct Seed gathered Incomplete Seeds around itself, hoarding all kinds of things, from rock pieces to protein, but also gathered Magic Power at astonishing rates, nourishing every single Incomplete Seed, one by one. The poor Seeds, however, were overwhelmed by instinct - more as farther away from being Complete they were.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    Individual Seeds could be formed quickly. Other Instinct Seeds could be formed as well. A thin balance was quickly established, as two Instinct Seeds would repel one another.

    The primeval goo started to show signs of movement.

    Tiphoon would watch over it with care.

    But the goo, itself, desired to grow.

    Desired to absorb power and produce a variety of beings.

    The Instinct Seeds resonated together in the whole of Tiphoon, with a single objective in mind: Making more of themselves. Taking all magic for themselves. Suppressing all reason.

    Grinding into Tiphoons¡¯ rocky surface, rising to its ethereal air, it desired to eat and multiply.

    Not because of random evolution and natural selection.

    But to create more space, to absorb more Incomplete Seeds, produce more of itself, more of life which thrives to grow, compete, conquest, evolve.

    This was Instinct, the desire deeply carved inside of this Seed.

    To eat. To multiply. To create more vessels. To gather all the Magic Power Tiphoon could ever produce, using every single drop of it to nourish the Incomplete Seeds around it, only so to, someday, produce Individual Souls in masse, like a finely oiled machine.

    Once a few million years had passed, Tiphoon would again have true humans.

    This time, humans which evolved from primates. Humans which would be able to fight Instinct since they had Individual Seeds. Which would them be sealed after death, until they were of use.

    Animals, plants and others would hold all sorts of Seeds, in many degrees of completion, in many degrees of vulnerability to the Instinct Seeds.

    Instinct Seeds slurped magic power as if it they were drinking water after days of the most awful thirst.

    Eat. Multiply. Produce. The reason all I had done had to be done. So one more planet could produce a single Instinct Seed and then use it to create a complete cycle of Seeds. My conscience faded.

    At least one thing made me happy. If what I saw was true, then the old World Tree now would do what it always wanted to do.

    And I¡­.

    I am finally returning home.

 Chapter 44

    Book 11

    Pain issued, and my soul denied. For a long time, I felt as if I held myself, as if I had a stomach.

    - ¡°Mother! Mother, please! Mother! Answer me! Answer me, Gaia, why aren¡¯t you anymore?¡±

    All was denial. All I could not believe.

    I was back home, and, still, there was home no more.

    The old earth, a dry and desert place. There were no more rivers. There was no more wind, and there were no more seas.

    A huge mass of plastic remained in the deep ravines of the dry salt lakes, reminding me of the times when humanity, my humanity, existed and prospered.

    Some volcanic ash and smoke covered the skies sometimes, but any small stellar wind would dispel it - because there was no more atmosphere, and as such, the planet was long dead.

    I knew not of what had happened, or when. But earth was no more.

    Still, that would be acceptable. If only¡­ if only the old spirit wasn¡¯t there still.

    As I feel into the planet, I could feel it. Something breaking inside of me. Something dissolving. And despair taking its place.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

    And for a long time, as I denied the truth, I could only run away from it.

    That¡¯s until I finally came to know a few more like me. Spirits. Souls. Ghosts of a long-lost era.

    Children desiring to return home.

    We populated all its surface. Of the planets¡¯ surface. Still, I only managed to notice the existence of such beings after a long, long time of digging holes, feeding on magic and burying myself deeply on the planets¡¯ mantle.

    Every time I tried to use my own soul to create a pseudo-body, I was stopped.

    Be it inorganic, or organic. Be it an attempt to create a body of rock or DNA molecules on some lost pond in the middle of some continent, where a few conditions still needed for life managed to still exist.

    Then, when I finally accumulated enough distraction with this to be able to drift my thoughts from the hard truth I had been trying to deny, I managed to notice other souls.

    Some seemed to be crazed and violent, but I was somehow protected from those. I had all mastery of magic and qi, but I didn¡¯t had the blessings of Tiphoon upon old Gaia, so the Wild Hearts of the crazed and maniacs around me, as well as my own crazed heart, could easily be overcome by those around us which had managed to retain control over their emotions. Such are the laws of the world - Qi obeys Magic, and Magic obeys the Heart. The True Heart.

    Slowly, but steadily, I managed to regain memory and sobriety. I managed to grow and calm down.

    I managed to overcome the hard truth that Gaia was no more¡­ because it never Were in the first place.

    - ¡°I Am Here.¡±

    The planetary spirit I someday called mother¡­ why had I believed that it was somehow different from Tiphoon itself?

    - ¡°I Am. But I am not Gaia.¡±

    I never noticed it, but Tiphoons¡¯ tone and way of being were always changing. The angels it carried on itself were always changing their own ways of addressing it.

    - ¡°I Am. But I am not Mother.¡±

    Always changing. At the end, I was the only one still calling it Tiphoon. Not only that, why had I felt such longing to return? It made no sense. I hated the idea of having been used. I despised in contempt at the face of how Seeds needed to be nourished for one to become Immortal. I despised as I thought of what it meant to be Immortal without sleeping, without being in charge of the whole planet.

    - ¡°I Am. Grow and let it go.¡±

    I never had a Mother. I never had Gaia.

 Chapter 45

    Because Gaia is what I made Tiphoon to be. And Tiphoon¡­ no, something even more primal, Chaos¡­ is what was now in front of me.

    A child will always take a long time before noticing its great Mother never existed. Instead, that the thing it worshipped as a Mother was just another being like him itself. Another reason-abiding, always-changing, feelings-dependent-on-its-environment thing.

    I took a long, long time before realizing¡­ that the Mother I worshipped was just another Planetary Spirit, and that the Obsession I had was born of confusion, one so obviously planted deeply on my soul. One obviously present on my Seal of Individuality.

    What is a Seal of Individuality?

    What it means to be Individual? And why Complete Souls can¡¯t keep their memories of previous lives?

    They can.

    In fact, they can. Except most are too weak to resist even small forces, like the wind. Then again, if you protect your soul between one life and another, the memories will be retained.

    Dark Seeds aren¡¯t needed for one to reach Individuality. Everyone is individual from birth, for everyone has a different history, and this makes them different.

    They also aren¡¯t needed for one to remember its past lives or retain a soul after dying. Something inside them is needed. A True Hearth. A simple and primitive thing called a White Seed.

    I couldn¡¯t see it. I couldn¡¯t sense it. Because the Seal is a cocoon. A cocoon made to enclose the True Hearth and make it so people can¡¯t see it, pry into its mysteries once it became strong and big enough to let mere mortals look into what they truly are. And Tiphoon made me unable to see what laid beyond this Cocoon.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

    We don¡¯t see it when it is small, holding only a little bit of Soul around itself. When It is a White Seed. Because it is too small, too undeveloped, for us to be able to understand anything about it.

    We don¡¯t see it when it is big, holding many life experiences around. Because the Cocoon makes it Dark and Obscure, preventing one from discovering secrets planetary spirits such as Tiphoon do not want discovered.

    And we don¡¯t see it when it starts to break the cocoon of the Seals, when even such device is unable to contain it!

    Because by them, our Hearts are not adapted to deal with all of those memories without reason between it and them.

    Above all, we don¡¯t see it when we are forced to slumber and carve for our ¡°planetary parents¡±.

    Once I thought that having a seal on my Seed was what made ¡°me¡±, ¡°me¡±. That the reason why I could remember past lives was because of that - because I could differentiate ¡°me¡± from ¡°others¡± when looking to the past!

    All that Tiphoon had shown me in terms of mind magic made me see that as the ultimate truth.

    ¡°One can lose its memories. One can lose its mind.

    But one won¡¯t lose them forever if they still have the Dark Seed.

    The Dark Seed will not allow for the memories to be lost. And the Dark Seed is indestructible once the Planetary Seal marks it.

    So, even If your soul is dispersed by magic, look into your Seed, look for your Seal on the past, and you will know what you were, who you were and what you did!¡±

    Hahahah. Yeah, right¡­

    Nothing in this world is indestructible. Even the entirety of one¡¯s mind can be lost, and all the memories as well.

    The True Heart may be affected and destroyed. There is no true immortality.

    But, still¡­ nothing disappears from the world either. Anything which is anywhere came from some other place.

    One can see in the past. One can see what happened with anything, at any time. With this knowledge, I drowned myself on looking at the past of every single part of my True Heart.

 Chapter 46

    I saw many things.

    As I looked into the past, I saw that some of my memories had been lost. Others had been tampered with. Tiphoon did it a lot, but before him others also did it.

    So I am not my memories.

    As I looked deeper, I saw that long before I was sent to Tiphoon, long before my heart was first enveloped by Gaia, my True Heart didn¡¯t exist.

    As I pried deeper, I saw as Gaia took small pieces of Hearts and kept them together. They attracted each other and eventually become full hearts, ready to be enveloped by Reason Cocoons. The Key of Reason. That was it.

    My own True Heart was made of many pieces.

    So I am not my True Heart.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

    I pried further.

    My True Heart pieces came from many, many beings.

    They had many, many memories.

    I was anxious, so I selected only one of them. And I looked further and further.

    I began following my heart.

    Then I followed a single piece of heart.

    Then I followed a smaller piece.

    And another, another¡­

    Until I found the beginning of that small piece. And it was a small ray of light.

    There was nothing else beyond that. Only nothingness.

    The limit of Time. The limit of Past. The nothingness at the beginning of everything.

    I am not any of that, but somehow that is also part of me. That small strand of light is in my heart.

    If all pieces of me begun there, then is this what I am?

    A collection of small rays of light from the beginning of time?

    Still, that doesn¡¯t satisfy me.

    Because those rays aren¡¯t me. They are only pieces of me. All I am is the union of them, right here, right now.

    Even if they form again in the future, they won¡¯t be me. I am me, just here, just now.

    I am the collection of things which exist here, and now. At this moment. No other. I am not what my pieces where back them. I am not my memories, I have no true past. I simply am, right here, and right now.

    I have no past, and I have no future. I only have now. An Eternal Now.

 Prologue

    Book 11 (Pologue) - The Fool ; The Universe ; Repeat. Dao.

    Eventually, I started to observe them.

    Those on earth who resembled the Enlightened, Sages, Dark Shadows and Immortals of Tiphoon.

    Carefree, living their lives leisurely.

    And amongst them I noticed something weird.

    Those who seemed more free and hedonistic, were those who less did things of their own volition.

    Some sort of Force started to guide their paths as they managed to attain higher and higher levels of calmness of their hearts.

    It was bizarre at the time, to see the difference between two spirits doing the same thing.

    One was a crazed spirit, its emotions in upheaval, destroying everything around itself.

    The other was a Sage spirit, its emotions totally indifferent to anything, also destroying everything.

    The crazed spirit would lose power, have everything taken from it, and then suffer.

    The Sage would also lose power, but then, it would just carry on. It didn¡¯t desire to do what it was doing in the first place. Nor it had lack of desire. It truly didn¡¯t care about doing or doing not ; feeling or feeling not ; moving or moving not ; thinking or thinking not.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.

    And then, by not acting or stopping itself from acting, it would drift along existence as if there was a Road, a Path it was walking - even if there were no walking at all - no beginning and no destination.

    A mysterious force.

    Above all, its Heart would remain forever calm and tranquil, for it didn¡¯t care at all. So, all Qi and all Magic were at its disposal.

    Between the Crazed Spirit and the Sage Spirit, myriad other spirits would do myriad other things, having many degrees of suffering, desire and action between themselves.

    Still, Sages ruled the world and seemed to be true immortals.

    Living their lives and following their carefreeness, they had all power at their hands, and so one of them dying was something no one saw.

    At first a religious feeling started to well up inside of me. I observed those spirits and followed them. I practiced what they said for me to practice. I tried hard to be like them.

    Still¡­

    I wondered if they really could never be destroyed, if following such a path would allow them to reach true immortality.

    The basis of their lives was to follow what they had the intuition to do. To quit desiring to do something or not to do something. They could tell a lie and don¡¯t care at all.

    All those promises of eternal life, of eternal power, even if I don¡¯t see them dying, couldn¡¯t they be false?

    And so they were, for once I saw one I called the Greater Sage die, its True Heart pierced by another Sages¡¯ higher skill and then destroyed.

    The remnants of such Sage slowly melted and then took form as an ignorant True Heart - one which didn¡¯t even knew the concept of life and death. One just like those the crazed spirits would become, if dead.

    I am me. Right here and now. What happens in the future matters not to me, because it isn¡¯t me there.

    Isn¡¯t that the conclusion I reached?

    Shouldn¡¯t I look at the fate of the Sage and say ¡°that doesn¡¯t matter, look how carefree and happy he was while he lived! He faced death many times, but still he didn¡¯t suffer! He was in a state of constant bliss! We should do that as well, even if that doesn¡¯t give us immortality in the end!¡±.

    Haha.

    Still, despair almost took me.

    I searched deeply inside my soul, but could not find the source of my fear of dying. Of quitting ¡°being¡±.

    How ironic, seeing as ¡°I¡± don¡¯t exist outside of ¡°now¡±.

    Some sort of illusion remained. Some sort of convoluted mind trick which made me think of ¡°me¡± as something besides this collection of things I am now.

    Maybe because this conclusion was reached so long ago, and since them I have always connected that ¡°me¡± from that time to ¡°me¡± of now.

    Some parts of me just want to give up and become nothing. To quit ¡°being¡± already.

    But then again, isn¡¯t the old Sage the most perfect example of that itself?

    Of someone who stopped ¡°being¡± in the sense of not being in the past, in the future¡­ or even now, in the present?

    The secret isn¡¯t to Be in the Ever Now.

    The secret is not to Be.

    Isn¡¯t it?

    With time, I started to attune myself to such thing.

    It took me much effort, since I desired a lot of things.

    I desired to do a lot of things, I desired for some to be done to me¡­. And I desired not to do, and above all, not to be made to do, a lot of things as well. That not to mention the things I desired weren¡¯t done to me.

    But, after a while¡­

    I started to just not be.

    In time¡­

    In time, the path of the Enlightened, Sages, Angels, Shadows and Immortals, which I so much despised in my previous life, even thinking that their enlightenment came from knowing I existed and had an objective¡­came to be even in my thinking.

    And so I was finally calm and well.

    ¡°I¡± think no more.

    Thoughts cross my head, fear crosses my heart, still, it¡¯s all just part of the Path.

    Path is Dao. Dao is Path. And still, the Path is not the Dao, for the Dao is unspeakabable.

    Dao.