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

were slowly formed, followed by his whole head,

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

and eyes, he would certainly gain a great advantage in the Wall World. He could observe better and even move faster.

he still

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

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

you can release your spiritual sense into these thin lines. In this way,

tried to do what

World, but as it had been infused

a mess of various fragments. Even with his spiritual

the plane, he noticed a thin gray

spiritual sense was infused into the thin gray line, it vanished into thin air. It had actually been

"This thin gray line!"

he immediately came to a conclusion. "This is the unbreakable

gray soil has not and will not be downgraded. What you see is

been born in the second-grade Wall World, he would always see only a thin gray line appearing to block the way. It would be impossible for him to even imagine what the gray

anyway?" Zen

Clarence

matter how much the world downgraded, it would only stay the same

black lines suddenly appeared from the far ends, one from the left and the other from the right. They dashed very fast,

Zen

ready to fight in the Wall World, he instinctively retreated as he felt the danger approaching

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

he saw black lines on his left, right, and back.

Is

his spiritual sense to communicate in all

wasn't dead, neither was the Evil God. It must be