Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

The light ball slowly floated towards Zen and merged with his body once more.

Clarence's voice rang from the depths of Zen's soul again. "The reality I gave you is not enough. You have to create your own reality as well."

"Is there any difference?" Zen asked in confusion.

"Of course there is. This could be what I pursue, and also the reason you were born," answered Clarence.

For humans, drinking the first mouthful of milk to fill their empty stomachs after birth was the beginning of their journey to life. From there, they grew step by step in pursuing strength, wealth, love, power, and the desire for immortality.

However, Clarence was born in a perfect land and had everything he needed within his reach. There was nothing worth pursuing to him in neither the higher-grade worlds nor the lower-grade worlds, which drove him to seek the truth instead.

Why did the world exist?

What was behind the world and all the things in it?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the answers to these seemingly simple questions himself, let alone anyone else.

Although Mastema was on par with him, Mastema had no interest in discussions such as these other than desperately downgrading the world.

Most of the time, Clarence felt quite envious of Mastema. He only focused on the downgrading, giving it his full attention and refusing to think about anything else.

While the world became downgraded little by little, Zen and the Evil God were born as special existences. How could Clarence let go of these two easily?

When Zen heard Clarence's words, he couldn't help feeling hopeless. He wanted to bring his family to a stable environment and stay in the fairy palace, but Clarence insisted on forcing him out.

"Can I really create my own reality?" Zen asked hesitantly.

"Sure, I will help you," replied Clarence.

"Fine." Zen heaved out a sigh as he began to pull himself together.

family again. He did not intend to

appeared in the Wall World. Zen's eyeballs were slowly formed, followed by his whole head,

humans in creation. A human body had no advantage in the Wall World, but was, in fact, a burden. Clarence had initially advised Zen to create himself in the form of a beetle or a

and eyes, he would certainly gain a great advantage in the Wall World. He

it. In the end, he still created a human figure but with a rough

eyes began to perceive the light. What

things I can see?" Zen asked

the thin lines; however, you can release your spiritual sense into these thin

tried to do what Clarence

of the Wall World, but as it had been infused into the thin lines, Zen was able to see what was beyond

a mess of various fragments. Even with his spiritual sense, it would still be difficult for him to make out the real shapes of these

a short distance on the plane, he noticed a thin gray

usual, Zen released his spiritual sense, but the moment his spiritual sense was infused into

"This thin gray line!"

was a little stunned but he immediately came to a conclusion. "This is the unbreakable gray soil. Has it also

not be downgraded. What you see is only a

in the higher-grade worlds. If Zen had been born in the second-grade Wall

the gray soil belong to anyway?" Zen suddenly asked with his eyebrows

don't know," Clarence replied.

already gathered at the edge of the perfect land, and no matter how much the world downgraded, it would

black lines suddenly appeared from the far ends, one from the left and the other from the right.

a strong aura of energy!" Zen exclaimed as he

he instinctively retreated as he felt the danger approaching and instantly

the black lines. They formed a huge pair of black scissors, and as their blades chomped, they intended to cut down

speed, had escaped death. However, he saw black lines on his left, right, and back. He had

God? Is

to

dead, neither was the Evil God. It must be