I was in disbelief and confusion with the Griffin's words. From what he just said, it seems that not only do different worlds exist but also different realities that have different sets of rules. If that's the case, that would mean that even physics might not even exist in worlds of those different realities.
Furthermore, what he basically implied is that although I am not a god, I have the essence of all of creation that made the fabrics of reality into existence.
Although I was surprised by that possibility, I was more shock by the fact that the body capable of doing that is a body of a seven-year-old child. Questions arose from my head about white's identity. For a child to have that power, even if it's just an essence, is beyond what a child should be capable of.
And even if that power itself came from my own mind, I definitely can't feel any changes except the fact that I'm feeling overwhelmed right now.
The sound of footsteps snapped me out of my dumbfoundedness as Sophia appeared with snacks in tow. Although I did grab something to munch on before going out, I didn't expect a conversation like this, so I'm still a bit hungry.
After grabbing on something to munch on, I returned my attention to the Griffin. His eyes still illuminating as the holographic scene around us start to expand before shattering into glass-like particles that slowly disappeared mid-air.
"As I was saying, A god is a primordial entity, something that independently existed in their respective reality. You are a human who existed through genetic means; however, since the material world does not have a god to begin with, then it is possible that you are this reality's god."
"But I thought you said I'm not a god? What is it really?" I asked trying to clear my confusion.
"I said it's only a "possibility" that your this reality's god, not that you are," The Griffin said, "However, there is a way to confirm my theory."
The old man rubbed my back as he listened intently to the Griffin. It seems like this Griffin has briefed him before.
I gulped down a glass of fresh and cool water before returning my attention to the Griffin.
Urging the bird-head to continue, he then said, "The western part of this continent, Ius Viride. Every once in a while, a fissure in the fabric of realities occurs allowing for people to go to the counterpart of this world in the celestial reality. Ius Viride is the place in which the majority of those reality fissures happens, and if we want to confirm whether you are a material reality god or not then..." He trailed off.
I could already see where this is going. He wants me to go to the celestial reality, and confirm something. Although that kind of sounded absurd, it seems that the old man was all right with it.
"Okay, so you want me to go to the celestial reality, but what am I supposed to do exactly?" I asked.
"Well simple," The Griffin smirked as he said, "you'll kill a god."
"...Excuse me?" I asked to confirm this bird head's words.
"You're going to kill a god," the Griffin repeated with a louder tone.
All though there are so many things I want to rant about, I eyed the old man beside me who looked a little worried but didn't seem like he would object.
"Say, gods are our reality's guardians, right? Then why should I kill them?" I asked.
Gods are looked up to in this world. In fact, although they do not govern cities, they reign over the whole race of both elves and humans. Followed up by the fact that they are saviors of this reality, I absolutely have no reason to go to their reality just to kill them.
As if trying to ease my concern, the Griffin laughed and said, "Don't worry, the gods we're talking about are the newborn gods of the abyss. Do you really think you're strong enough to fight, much more kill a celestial god who wields the essence of infinity? Although you yourself have that essence, your body can barely handle it."
"If that's the case, then why don't I just go to the abyssal reality?" I voiced out my honest thoughts. I found the concept of traveling between worlds already suffocating, but traveling between realities to go to the counterpart of this world? That just sounds mad.
The Griffin laughed profusely at my question, he then said, "You're a fool if you think you can live a second in that reality. Remember, as a place that directly originated from Infinity's energy, that place is swarming with conscious beings. Some don't even look like beings to begin with. For all you know, even the world you're stepping on could be a conscious entity."
Although I understood what he meant, wouldn't it still be impossible for a mere child, 7 years of age, to kill a god? Even if my magic does have the essence of infinity, the energy of creation, I'm still a human you know?
Such thoughts raced in my head as the feeling of my dreams being destroyed. I honestly just wanted to adventure this world, go to a school as normal people do, and even make true friends. But to think I would have to kill outer gods instead of doing that.
I was nervous, confused, and even the thought that maybe if the original White knew of this, then he himself would have probably decided to back out before it even started. In fact, he might even have given his body to me so that I could do this work for him.
However, such thoughts were erased when I realized that White didn't even know of his magic when I entered his body to begin with. Taking in deep breaths, the Griffin who noticed my worries spoke up, "You're not going to kill one alone child. Celestial entities, despite not being gods, are also trying to fight against those invading outer gods. Besides I would even bestow you my essence."
"You're essence?" I asked, hoping that at least he would explain this one in a much more digestible manner.
"You saw my magic before, I can change the molecular structure of objects and optimize them to their imaginary potential," the griffin said, "if my essence is added to your magic, then it would be easier for you to use your magic."
That sounded easily digestible compared to the previous topics, but a question in my mind still bugged me concerning this creatures' existence.
"Who, no. What are you?" I asked, my voice a little shaky from the anticipation of this creature's answer. Although I heard earlier that this being was the forest's guardian, it still egged me on how this guardian is so knowledgeable.
The Griffin rested its head on its paws before answering, "Just some celestial resident looking for his child."