According to Elorphraim Iotaziah, the laws of creation and destruction are not something a mortal should come in contact with. He believes that before the beginning of the world, chaos reigned supreme, with only the mysterious fate energy, space, and time as the governing laws. Alongside these, 2998 other higher and lower tier laws were born.
Chaos and destruction are intertwined, with each giving birth to the other.
One of these destructive principles is the primordial void law, which caused chaos in the realm of nothingness. Its purpose is to shatter and devour everything that exists. The void law specializes in devouring and destroying, ripping through and consuming several other types of laws.
To ensure the birth of the world realm, the supreme laws fused together with the other tiered laws, creating the principles of creation to suppress the chaotic void laws.
As the saying goes, there wouldn't be creation without destruction, and vice versa.
The first chaotic mythical beast, known as the void dragon, was born. It was the first living being to ever exist and possessed the ability to withstand both the principles of creation and destruction. This birthed the intent of the world realm.
Interestingly, a mortal, not just any mortal, but a descendant of the void dragon, carried the grey bloodline of destruction. This mortal became the catalyst for the world to be severed into three parts, along with several fragmented sections. This division sparked a war that nearly shattered the world realm, ultimately giving rise to the god plane, mortal plane, and inferno plane.
The gods, who emerged from this conflict, are the wielders of the orthodox laws aligned with the principles of creation. They are beings who comprehended and obtained baptism from these laws, receiving golden bloodlines and having their souls cleansed and transformed. The gods are responsible for maintaining the stability of the world realm.
The mortal plane is inhabited by mortals, while the inferno plane is home to its own lifeforms known as demons. These demons coexist with the mortals, sometimes in harmony and other times in conflict.
Although destruction strengthened the comprehension of the void dragon's descendant, he found everything dull and unsatisfying. He pondered the idea that if everything were to be wiped out, he would be at a loss of how to continue.
In order to keep himself occupied and to further his understanding, he enlisted the demons who recognized him as the father of destruction to wreak havoc in the god plane. This would keep the gods busy while he divided his soul into lesser souls, essentially creating clones of himself. Through this, he aimed to comprehend and master the other tiered laws, ultimately seeking to master the principles of creation.
As his main self reincarnated and continued his journey, a sudden interruption occurred.
"RESKER!" shouted Anna Clays, her voice filled with urgency.
She continued, "My water just broke." Immediately, a tall, handsome middle-aged man rushed into the room. He appeared to be in his early thirties and exuded a strong, masculine aura.
"Dear Anna, please wait. Let me fetch the midwives," Resker responded, his voice filled with concern. He hurried out of the room and made his way to the nearest building where the midwives were staying. Murmuring several inconsistent words, he shouted upon arrival, "You fools! My wife needs your assistance!"
Several elderly women immediately jumped up as if they had heard something inconceivable. "Did Lord Resker just say that Missus's water has broken? We didn't hear wrong this time, did we?"
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"What are you old witches still doing there?!" Resker exclaimed, picking up a stick and threatening to swing it at the elderly women. Upon seeing this, they immediately rushed out of their building and hurried to the room where Missus was.
Two hours later...
As silence descended after a long bout of screams and curses from the young lady and the group of elderly midwives, one of them spoke up. "He's not crying," she stated. "Is he dumb? Tap his bottom. Since he's alive, shouldn't he be crying like a newborn?" mentioned another.
"Oh, right," confirmed the midwife who had spoken earlier. She tapped on the baby's buttocks, only to receive an angry glare from the baby, whose eyes were still shriveled.
"Oops, what a feisty one," she commented, then slapped the baby's buttocks much harder, causing the baby to finally let out a cry.