Chapter 293: #A Deep Night, Abyss of Despair (2)
I had a dream.
I was a supreme being in the dream. I was the truth, and I alone was the most dazzling existence in the world. Regardless, it was futile. I was in a hellish world where chaos raged, unchecked. And some things would “accidentally” be born from that chaos.
Yet, there was nothing more than a mindless, lifeless organism, devoid of even the most basic survival instincts. Though I was also born from chaos, no other being like me ever came into existence.
I was in endless solitude.
During those days, I came to realize that if I was fated to be the last to remain in this chaos, why not create something myself? Could that be the reason for my existence in this chaos?
I shouted to myself, “I am God of Creator!”
God of Creator—the being who presided over the birth of the universe and all that existed. Having bestowed divinity upon myself, I used a portion of myself and my divine power to create the cradle for the World Tree, which floated above the sea of chaos. Then, I began my creation.
The vast universe I had envisioned, the beautiful stars that would fill it, the blue skies and lands that would unfold beneath them, and the foundation for the lives that would one day dwell there.
It was arduous as it was fun. In this chaos where only I existed, other beings began to emerge—beings that would one day be called gods. Soon, I’d no longer be alone.
“Still not enough.”
To purify this needlessly vast, powerful chaos, and shaping it into the way I desired, one crucial element was missing.