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.

meeting his family again. He did not intend to give up even though he only

eyeballs were slowly formed, followed

humans in creation. A human body had no advantage in the Wall World, but was, in fact, a burden. Clarence had initially advised

he would certainly gain a great advantage in the Wall World. He could

still created a human figure but with a rough

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

things I can see?" Zen

You can only see the length and brightness of the thin lines; however, you can release your spiritual sense into these thin lines. In this way,

tried to do what Clarence had just said.

as it had been infused into

the Deep Space had been downgraded into a mess of various fragments. Even with his spiritual sense, it would still be difficult for him to make out

on the

his spiritual sense was infused into the thin gray line, it vanished into

"This thin gray line!"

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

you see

able to see the complete appearance of the creatures in the higher-grade worlds. If Zen had been born in the second-grade Wall World, he would always see only a thin gray line appearing

belong to anyway?" Zen suddenly asked with his

don't know," Clarence

at the edge of the perfect land, and no matter how much the world downgraded, it would only stay the same and wouldn't be affected.

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

of energy!" Zen exclaimed as he

Wall World, he instinctively retreated as he felt

a huge pair of black scissors, and as their blades chomped,

escaped death. However, he saw black lines on

God? Is

spiritual sense to

was the Evil God. It must be the Evil God who had