Chapter 2 [How he became a God! ( Part 2)]
#1: The Divine Domain (or Dimension)
The supreme dimension of the Multi-Verse, where the pantheon of gods resides. This realm is home to the God of War, Goddess of Beauty, God of Light, and other deities, each with their own Divine Realm. The Divine City serves as a sacred hub, where gods and their servants convene to discuss matters of cosmic importance. Combat is forbidden within the city, except in the Virtual Arena, where gods can engage in simulated battles without risking the stability of the Multi-Verse.
#2: The Hell Domain (or Dimension)
The lowest dimension, a realm of darkness and shadow, inhabited by the Dark Gods and their most powerful servants. The Demon God, Vampire God, Devil God, and God of Destruction and Darkness reside here, alongside formidable entities like the 7 Deadly Demon Sins and royal followers. Ancient supreme demon races, now considered mythical, once thrived in Hell but vanished after a cataclysmic war.
#3: The Mortal Realm (or Dimension)
The middle ground between the Divine and Hell Domains, where mortal beings like humans, vampires, demons, beastmen, dwarves, dragons, and other races and monsters coexist This realm is crucial, as it serves as the battleground for the proxy wars between the Divine and Dark Gods. In the past, direct conflicts between the gods threatened the fabric of the universe, leading to an agreement to wage war through their worshippers in the Mortal Realm, maintaining the delicate balance of their reality
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Asoka teleported into the Divine Domain and used his powers to make a Divine Realm for himself the size of a continent. He wasn't worried about Gods in the Divine Domain wondering where he came from since not the entire Divine Domain was explored and every god knew there many gods in existence who take in any affairs so If anyone found him, he wouldn't be very suspicious since he could say he just avoided them.
After creating a basic Divine Domain that was larger than normal, Asoka then decided to make his body.
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As the white cocoon shattered, a vision of unparalleled magnificence emerged. Asoka, the epitome of divine perfection, unfolded from the cracked shell, his 7-foot frame radiating an aura of unbridled power and majesty. His skin, a dazzling canvas of alabaster, glowed with an ethereal light as if the very essence of the heavens had been distilled into his being.
His physique was a masterwork of divine craftsmanship, with muscles that seemed chiseled from the finest marble, each contour and sinew precision-carved to create a work of art that transcended mortal comprehension. His 10-pack abs rippled like the gentle waves of a serene lake, inviting the gaze to linger in wonder.
Asoka's tresses, a cascade of deep golden green, danced in the breeze, their luscious length spilling down his back like a river of sunset hues. His eyes, two glittering jewels of golden green, shone with the radiance of a thousand suns, illuminating the very fabric of existence. His silver-white eyebrows, like delicate brushstrokes of a divine painter, framed his face, while his pointed ears, a subtle nod to his otherworldly heritage, twitched with an almost imperceptible hint of mischief.
His face, a symphony of angular perfection, defied mortal description, its beauty so overwhelming that even the goddesses of loveliness might weep with envy. His presence was a testament to the infinite possibilities of creation, a declaration that even the most transcendent beings were but fleeting moments in the grand tapestry of eternity.
Asoka's aura was an enigma, a paradox of aloofness, mystery, and superiority that commanded reverence without demanding it. He was the axis around which reality revolved, the absolute ruler of the cosmos, and the very fabric of existence seemed to tremble with anticipation in his presence. He was, in a word, beyond perfection – an icon of unbridled majesty, forever shattering the boundaries of mortal even Gods comprehension.
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Asoka was an ELF. He had decided on Elves since there were no Elves in this universe, and they were his favorite race.
Asoka looked at himself and manifested clothes on himself. Firstly, he wore golden underwear before putting on ethereal green pants and a top with golden accent lines on them. These were made out of silk created using wood taken from the Omni-Versal Tree and were indestructible, providing divine protection due to the material and his enchantments. On top of this, Asoka wore a golden, elegant imperial robe with green accent lines all over it. These clothes did nothing but enhance his already #1 in the Omni-Verse looks and draw attention to his eyes. Finally, he wore white shoes and white gloves over his hands, with a beautiful green ring in his left hand with an elegant tree carved on it.
This ring was a storage ring that had infinite space that was indestructible. He wore it since he was too lazy to create a dedicated storage space, and more importantly, the ring enhanced his looks. On his right, on the other hand, a golden ring that seemed harmless but held a threatening aura.
This ring was a divine weapon called Zexres that could change into any possible weapon and was indestructible and made perfectly for Asoka.
Asoka looked at himself and nodded before looking forward to his divine realm, ready to alter it, and said,
"Time to play God!"
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Asoka's voice thundered above his divine realm, "Ascendo!" The very fabric of reality trembled as his realm underwent a metamorphosis of unparalleled proportions. Majestic world trees, born from the essence of the land, erupted from the ground, their trunks thick and gnarled, their branches stretching towards the heavens like colossal pillars These were no ordinary trees, but behemoths of myth and legend, their bark shimmering with an ethereal glow, their leaves rustling with an otherworldly energy. world trees include revered :
•Akshayavat
•Yggdrasill
•The Gentle Tree
• l'Arbre des Ames
• The Tree of Paradise
• The Tree of Security
•The Aurora Tree
• The Tree of Paradise
• The Tree of Imagination
• The Redemption Tree
• l'Arbre de Vénération
• The Tree of Riches
• The Golden Tree
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• The Tree of Daydreams
• The Heart Tree
• The Birth Tree
• The Tree of the Creator
• The Prosperity Tree
• The Tree of Thunder
• The Silver Tree
•The Tree of Heaven
• The Tree of Creation ...
Over 200 mythical world trees, the divine Realm was transformed into a labyrinthine forest, with world trees of unimaginable scale, their canopies, a kaleidoscope of colors, and casting dappled shadows on the ground below. The air was filled with the sweet scent of ambrosia and the soft chirping of celestial birds. The trees seemed to hum with an ancient power, as if they held the secrets of the universe within their ancient hearts.
The world trees, those towering behemoths of myth and legend, were shrouded in a veil of deception, a powerful illusion woven by Asoka's mastery of the arcane. To any god who dared to visit his realm, the world trees would appear as nothing more than ordinary spirit trees, their true majesty and splendor concealed from prying eyes.
The illusion was so potent, so intricately crafted, that even the most discerning of divine senses would be deceived. The gods would see only what Asoka wished them to see - a tranquil landscape of spirit trees, serene and unremarkable. The true nature of the world trees, their immense power and significance, would remain hidden, known only to Asoka and those he deemed worthy.
Due to, The presence of the world trees in Asoka's divine realm has unleashed a maelstrom of mythical energies, a cornucopia of cosmic forces that have transformed the realm into a veritable wonderland of power and magic. Mana, Aether, Divinity, elemental energies, Reiki, Spiritual Energy, Origin Energy, Essence Energy, vital energy, and a plethora of other mystical forces have begun to swirl and eddy, creating a kaleidoscope of energies that defy celestial comprehension.
The realm is now a crucible of creativity, where the very fabric of reality is being reshaped by the confluence of these energies. The air is alive with the pulse of magic, as if the world trees themselves were channeling the raw essence of the cosmos. The energies are so intense, so vibrant, that they have begun to manifest as luminous auroras, ethereal glows, and shimmering spectral displays that dance across the skies.
Asoka's realm has become a nexus of wonder, a place where the impossible becomes possible, and the boundaries of reality are stretched to their limits. The world trees stand at the heart of this maelstrom, their ancient wisdom and power guiding the symphony of energies that will reshape the destiny of the cosmos.
Plants and small fairies sprouted into existence as forests and lakes began to form. Vast gardens burst forth, filled with a dazzling array of flowers, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air, accompanied by the melodic songs of insects. The whispers of fly fairies - their laughter, clapping, whispering, and giggling - could be heard, capable of cleansing even the most troubled of minds.
Without any mortal intervention, a majestic castle of unparalleled splendor began to materialize, its grandeur and magnificence shattering the boundaries of mortal understanding. The castle sprawled across a quarter of the divine realm, its beauty and wonder a testament to Asoka's infinite power and creativity. In mere moments, the castle was complete, a resplendent masterpiece of magic and wonder that radiated an aura of enchantment so profound it would be etched into the fabric of eternity.
The castle's architecture defied the laws of physics and mortal comprehension, with towers and spires that seemed to stretch on forever, crafted from materials that shimmered like the very essence of the stars. Its walls were adorned with intricate carvings that told the story of creation itself, and its halls were filled with a light that seemed almost divine.
As the castle took shape, the fabric of reality seemed to bend and warp, as if the very essence of existence was being reshaped to accommodate its grandeur. The air was filled with the sweet scent of ambrosia, and the sound of celestial music echoed through the halls, as if the gods themselves were singing in harmony with Asoka's creation
As the castle's grandeur solidified, its presence began to reshape the surrounding landscape. The skies above transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, a perpetual aurora borealis that pulsed in harmony with the castle's energy. The land itself began to take on a life of its own, as if the castle's magic was awakening ancient secrets and hidden potential.
Rolling hills of iridescent mist formed around the castle's perimeter, shimmering with an ethereal light that seemed almost otherworldly. Crystal clear lakes and rivers burst forth from the ground, their waters singing with celestial music that echoed the harmony of the spheres.
The castle's influence extended even to the fabric of time itself, as if its presence was warping the very essence of reality. Moments became hours, hours became days, and days became years, all within the span of a single mortal breath. Yet, despite the fluidity of time, the castle remained steadfast, a shining beacon of wonder that defied the ravages of entropy and decay.
And at the heart of this marvel, Asoka stood, his power and creativity infusing the castle with an essence of divine wonder. His realm had become a testament to his boundless potential, a shining monument to the magic that lay within the depths of his soul.
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[DIVINE REALM: It is a place where God resides. it is the personal domain of god, and they have supreme authority inside their Divine Domain. Every god has its domain by birth or by forming a domain while becoming a God. Only a supreme God can manifest their own Divine Realm]