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.

motivation for him. He looked forward to meeting his family again. He did not intend to give up even though he only had

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

in the Wall World, but was, in fact, a burden. Clarence had initially advised Zen to create himself in the form of a beetle

gain a great advantage in the Wall World. He could

he still created a human figure but with

his body had been completed, his eyes began to perceive the light.

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

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

tried to do what

World, but as it had been infused into the thin

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

short distance on the plane, he noticed a thin

but the moment his spiritual sense was infused into the

"This thin gray line!"

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

you see is only a section line of it," said Clarence.

Wall World, he would always see only a thin gray

does the gray soil belong to anyway?" Zen suddenly asked

know,"

and no matter how much the world downgraded, it would only stay the same and wouldn't

the left and the other from the right. They dashed very fast, closing in together

a strong aura of energy!" Zen exclaimed as he

not ready to fight in the Wall World, he instinctively retreated as he felt the danger approaching and instantly pushed

black lines. They formed a huge pair of

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

God? Is

his spiritual sense to communicate

God. It must be the Evil God who had launched such a powerful attack.