Void Evolution System

Chapter 1895  Aftermath [3]

It began when Thalia walked through him as if he didn't exist. Her group moved with her, and when he turned around to face them, he noticed that they were no longer the same.

The entire world was twisting and changing. The newly revived Sacred Abyss was being destroyed again.

Why?

Damien purposefully changed his being so that he would not harm this cosmos, so why?

The answer was not one he wanted to hear.

No matter what he did, he was still Absolute. Even if he made an effort to ensure that nothing would happen, he no longer had a choice. The Sacred Abyss inherently feared and worshiped him. It bowed in reverence and automatically treated him like an Absolute.

His any thought would be manifested as reality. The cosmos would change because in its core, it believed that the only way for it to survive was to absolutely bend to his will.

The only way to stop these rampant changes and the twisting of reality was for Damien himself to become mindless. He had to enter a state where he had no thoughts or emotions, because only then would reality regain stability.

What was the point of that?

How was he supposed to interact with his people and live a normal life like that? He did not want to be a mindless existence whenever he tried to interact with the worlds contained in the Void.

He was not the Worldwalker. He would not walk the same path.

'However, that does not change anything.'

Still, Damien could not stay in the Sacred Abyss. If he spent a single second longer in this cosmos, it would destroy itself in an effort to please him.

Damien sighed and stepped out of reality. He stood on the periphery of the cosmos for a moment before leaving for the Void.

Standing there, he could have gone back to the ten-dimensional painting of reality that he had seen before, but that was not what he needed now.

Instead, he swept that painting away and saw things as they were. He saw the Sacred Abyss, the True Void, and even the Sanctuary below him. If he raised his eyes and stared into the distance, he could see many, many more cosmos.

Only, they were properly spread out.

Beings from different cosmos were never meant to interact with each other. The Dark God was unique because he used his cosmos as a war machine. The majority of the cosmos in the Void were very spaced out, and between them were seas of Existence and Nonexistence that refused to meld.

Though the two concepts existed everywhere, they were different depending on the cosmos they were attached to.

They functioned differently, had different origins, and even different meanings. That was the original reason why they were called differently in every cosmos. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Nevertheless, he kept his eyes on three cosmos: Sacred Abyss, True Void, and Sanctuary

'I will never be able to return to any of them.'

If he wanted them to remain safe and uninhibited, he could never see those cosmos from the inside ever again.

He could only peer into their folds from the Void and watch the ongoing events. He could only see his wives and family question his disappearance from the perspective of an outsider.

For a moment, he felt that existential dread. He wondered if he would be forced to live on the same lonely path as the Worldwalker. 'However, this is not the end.'

He refused to be resigned to fate. That was not the kind of person he was.

Loneliness in the Void? He had been considering it from the very moment he decided to walk the long path of power, and since long ago, he had been preparing.

All of the people he met, all of the people he knew and loved; they were his anchors and would always be a part of his life. No matter what, that would never change.

How could he ever call himself Absolute if he was limited by the rules of the Void? He had no qualms with letting go of those three cosmos, but he would not let go of his connections.

'To think I believed I was going to bind the Sanctuary at this time.'

That was no longer happening. Instead, he waved his hand and expanded it.

If he was going to let it go, then he would at least give it what it needed to survive on its own. That Sanctuary was his first-ever creation and step towards the Void. It held a lot of value in his life.

The True Void Universe was the same, wasn't it?

The Sanctuary was originally the lower universe of the True Void. Leaving his home cosmos as no more than the Heavenly World didn't sit right with him.

Damien connected the Heavenly World and the Sanctuary and made them one. They would no longer be a lower universe and a higher universe, but one, ever-expanding True Void Universe.

He didn't add anything in particular except for the fundamental elements necessary for the two entities to become one. There was only one massive change he made, and that was the creation of a planet.

It was a planet made entirely of stone, and engraved on its surface were the names of all of those who were lost in the great war.

It was not a world for people to live in. Rather, it was a monument dedicated to the people who fought to create the stability that their future generations were bound to enjoy.

The Sacred Abyss…

It was to be its own cosmos, but the time had not yet come for it to exist on its own. Damien connected it to the hip of the True Void. While the Sacred Abyss was still growing, the True Void could act as a perfect anchor.

These three, or rather, two places would now be able to function easily without intervention.

"Huu…"

Damien was playing with these cosmos as if they were nothing. By how easily he was able to change them and bend the very laws of reality to allow his changes to work, he could tell just how easily he could make them all vanish.

He could make everything vanish.

If he so desired, he could leave the Void empty and exterminate all life.

Was it possible to understand that scale? He was so impossibly powerful that nothing mattered in front of him.

He began to understand why the Void took such precautions before allowing him to become Absolute.

But that was beside the point.

Now that the True Void and Sacred Abyss were secured, it was time for him to move to his more personal plans.

His own life in the past, present, and future could be determined here.

He started not with the present or future, but with the past.

Suddenly, all of the cosmos in the Void faded away. The surroundings became a painting with so many dimensions that they couldn't all be perceived.

From the moment he was born to this very moment in the Void, everything was represented here. This was the canvas of his life. It was his right to make alterations at this stage, wasn't it?