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.

He looked forward to meeting his family again. He did not intend to give up

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

flat form, there was no need to follow the rules of 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

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

Zen just couldn't accept it. In the end, he still created

began to perceive the light. What he saw

are the only things I can see?" Zen asked as he felt a slight

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

do what Clarence had just said.

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

his spiritual sense, it

short distance on the

infused into the thin gray

"This thin gray line!"

to a conclusion. "This is the unbreakable gray

downgraded. What you see is only a section line

If Zen had been born in the second-grade Wall World, he would always see only a thin gray line appearing to block

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

don't know," Clarence replied.

edge of the perfect land, and no matter how much the world downgraded, it

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

aura of energy!" Zen exclaimed as

the Wall World, he instinctively retreated as he felt the danger approaching and instantly

spiritual sense, Zen quickly recognized the shape of the black lines. They formed a huge pair of black

retreating at high speed, had escaped death. However, he saw black lines on his left, right, and back. He had already been

Is that

used his spiritual sense to communicate in all directions.

God. It must be the Evil God who had launched