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.

again. He did not intend to give up even though he only had a glimmer of

dots suddenly appeared in the Wall World. Zen's eyeballs were slowly formed, followed by

had no advantage in the Wall World, but was, in fact, a burden. Clarence had initially advised Zen to create himself

great advantage in the Wall World.

he still created a

been completed, his eyes began to perceive the light. What he saw were thin lines in varying colors.

lines are the only things I can see?" Zen

you can release your spiritual sense into these thin lines. In this way, you can infer their appearance," Clarence suggested.

to do what Clarence had just

only spread along the surface of the Wall World, but as it had been infused into the thin lines, Zen

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

distance on the plane, he

the moment his spiritual sense was infused into the

"This thin gray line!"

he immediately came to a conclusion. "This is

soil has not and will not be downgraded. What you see is only a section line of

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

soil belong to anyway?" Zen suddenly asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

don't know,"

edge of the perfect land, and no matter how much the

the two of them discussed the second-grade world, two black lines suddenly appeared from the far ends, one from the left and the other from the right. They dashed very fast, closing in together and heading straight for Zen.

of energy!" Zen exclaimed as he

retreated as he felt the danger approaching and instantly pushed his

black lines. They formed a huge pair of black scissors,

on his left, right, and back.

Is

used his spiritual sense to communicate in all

be