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.

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

in the Wall World. Zen's eyeballs were

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

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

he still created a human figure but with a rough

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

thin lines are the only things I can see?"

release your spiritual sense

do what Clarence had just

could only spread along the surface of the Wall World, but as it had been infused

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 to make out the

a short distance on the plane,

usual, Zen released his spiritual sense, but the moment his spiritual sense was infused into the thin

"This thin gray line!"

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

What you see is only a section line

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

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

and no matter how much the world downgraded, it would only stay the same

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

of energy!" Zen exclaimed as

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

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

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

God? Is

sense to communicate

neither was the Evil God. It must be the Evil God who had launched such a powerful