Chapter 10.
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God.
According to the legend passed down from generation to generation—starting with the first Humans.
God was a being dressed in pure white, possessing silvery-white hair and unmatched beauty.
Back then, God was among them.
Whenever God was watching, they could feel His gaze.
However, after a long time, that gaze departed from them because of a great sin their ancestors committed.
It was only in a distant future…
The gaze their forefathers would have killed to feel fell upon the six direct descendants on that day.
All the descendants of Cain and their leaders felt the gaze of the so-called God their ancestors spoke of, ever since their banishment from Eden.
In their minds—twisted as they were—appeared an exceedingly beautiful silvery-white figure.
Though they couldn't see His face, they sensed an unparalleled beauty. That much was clear.
Thus, an arrogant desire arose within them.
They wanted God's attention. More than that, they wanted to possess God.
However, He gave them an order, a purpose to fulfill—but each Empire saw the others as an obstacle to attaining God for themselves.
Originally, these descendants of Cain were already battling for supremacy.
This revelation from the sliver white God only fueled their ambition further.
Hence, from that point onward, they began to commit all sorts of atrocities.
Jazil's Great Dynasty conducted experiments to produce powerful soldiers.
While High-Humans were strong, they weren't as inherently powerful as Magical Beasts.
Therefore, they set their sights on harnessing the power of these naturally mighty creatures.
At first, they tried subduing the beasts, but their efforts failed.
Then they thought of another way:
How could they harness the power of these inherently strong Magical Beasts?
They arrived at two solutions—one of which Veldanava and Twilight greatly frowned upon.
Meanwhile, Jahil and the rest strove to strengthen their respective empires by conquering others.
Their arrogance and greed knew no bounds.
Hence, an overwhelmingly powerful force was necessary to keep them in check.
"Report. How is the experiment going?"
"Very well, I must say. M101 is coming along nicely."
The emperor of the Great Dynasty was meeting with his ministers.
Each one had a hand in these projects, no doubt about it, evident from they dined with his ministers.
Reports said Jahil's Empire was amassing power at an alarming rate.
They didn't want to fall behind, knowing what would happen if Jahil attacked them.
"What about the bioengineered Demi-Human? How's their growth?"
"Hm. It's astonishing. Both like and unlike us, they tolerate magicules well. They're not fully High-Humans; they possess traits of Magical Beasts. Let's call them 'Majins.'"
"Hahaha. That's a good name!"
"Umu! Those lowly species shouldn't bear the great title of humanity! Let's give them this fitting title."
They were extremely pleased.
After all, they believed they had ascended to the same realm as their God—the One who created their ancestors.
It wasn't necessarily taboo that they did this; rather, it was how they went about it that was frowned upon.
"Surely, with the Majins, we stand a better chance against Jahil's Empire, don't we?"
Such was their mindset.
In their race to claim God for themselves, they saw this as their only option.
At the very least, while the Dynasty subjected its citizens to these cruel experiments, they granted the survivors some semblance of free will.
The same couldn't be said for the Super-Magic Empire.
This Empire which dwelt in the far north of the Cardinal World.
They mastered magic engineering like none of their peers, but morally, they were no better.
One could argue they were worse.
Jahil, the Super-Magic Empire's Emperor, was extraordinarily arrogant and self-centered.
He valued his own desires above all.
Having no scruples about sacrificing thousands of lives for his enjoyment. His Empire was no different.
If only the Dynasty had stopped one step short in their experiments, perhaps Twilight would have favored them.
But that was no longer an option.
Jahil and his siblings' empires were locked in battle; the victor would do as he pleased with the losers.
For Jahil, that still wasn't enough.
Compared to his siblings, he was already ahead.
But compared to other hidden races across the world, he wasn't the strongest, and he refused to tolerate that.
Hence, he toiled.
He sought a way to gain more power. After much trial and error, his breakthrough came in the form of a certain spell:
A method to connect to another dimension—or more accurately, a spell to bring a being from another dimension.
Demon Summoning Magic.
However, this would be his undoing.
The demon summoned was not a being they could control.
Indeed, this demon was one of the seven progenitors of the Demon Race—
A Primordial Demon, ruling supreme in the underworld.
Only his fellow Primordials could rival him.
Trying to control such a being was peak comedy.
And as for the demon?
He annihilated them.
As for the Great Dynasty of Jazil, they fared no better.
Twilight wasn't exaggerating when he told Dawn to eviscerate them.
The Star King Dragon had witnessed their sins, and Twilight concluded they deserved death a thousand times over.
That afternoon, after receiving reports on the Dynasty's status and research progress.
And just as ministers were preparing to end the meeting there—everything changed.
BANG!
"M-my lord! Bad news! An unidentified object has appeared in our airspace!"
A messenger burst into the throne room with alarming news, but no one took it seriously.
They all glanced at him before bursting into laughter for some reason unknown.
"What do you mean by 'unidentified'? Jahil, maybe? Knowing that fool, it's something he'd do."
Jazil sneered, slumped lazily on his throne.
No matter what Jahil sent, the soldiers Jazil had cultivated for decades would surely overwhelm it—or so he believed.
"My lord, perhaps you should see this yourself…"
The messenger insisted, trembling.
Presumptuous though it was, he truly felt Jazil and his ministers needed to see this personally.
"Fine then. I'm in a good mood today—I'll spare your life today."
That emphasis made the messenger shiver, but he only bowed his head.
Thus, Jazil and his ministers headed for the overlook with a view of the empire below.
Their eyes turned skyward, where a figure hovered.
"Hoh? Is that Jahil's secret weapon?"
"How trivial. What can a single person do?"
That was their assumption, certain that one individual couldn't be so powerful.
Unlike Jahil, they hadn't clashed with other races, being absorbed in their own machinations.
They had no clue how dangerous this world's inhabitants could be.
With that in mind.
Jazil raised his hand to the sky.
"You lowlife… were you sent by Jahil? What a fool. Surrender now, and I might consider making you my vassal—!"
In the airspace.
Above the Dynasty.
The humanoid figure in the air heard everything, so to say—the ministers' murmurs, the citizens assumptions, and Jazil's words.
"Hm. No wonder Father told me to wipe them out."
Using [Magic Sense], he observed them.
Indeed, it was just as dire and twisted as he'd been told.
"Very well then, I'll let loose a little."
Dawn said with a smile.
And then it happened—Apocalypse.
For the Dynasty.
The unidentified figure hovering in the air was suddenly enveloped in a crimson, star-shaped light.
"What's that in the air?"
"Is Lord Jazil putting on a show?"
"Look over the castle! It's Lord Jazil!"
"Humu. Lord Jazil is certainly behind this."
They had different speculations amongst themselves, their curiosity and ignorance turning into collective amusement.
But their attention shifted back to the figure in the sky.
For the Emperor and his ministers, however, the situation was anything but amusing.
The immense magicules emanating from the figure sent chills down their spines.
"What the hell is that!?"
"That amount of magicules!"
"Wait! That person… look closer… it's God!"
One of Jazil's ministers exclaimed in horror. Upon closer inspection, they all saw it.
That figure—so strikingly similar to the God they had imagined, the God their ancestors spoke of in legends.
But no…
This wasn't their God.
This one was different, emanating a suffocating sense of dread that they never felt from their God.
"No this can't be… what are our sins? Oh, God!"
Jazil, realizing the gravity of the situation, screamed with all his might to the heavens. But it was too late.
A crimson beam of light shot forth, piercing their magical barrier as if it were nothing.
[Crimson Cardinal Fall].
An original technique of Dawn—a being part Twilight in essence.
This attack coalesced his blood, infused with magicules, into a dense blood-red sphere.
The sphere then transformed into a beam of devastating light.
BRRRRRRT!
A high-pitched sound tore through the sky. The heavens ruptured, and the earth howled in despair.
Destruction.
"Oh Lord who dwells in the skies! Why have thou sent an Angel of Destruction to us? Have we not been favored by thee!?"
Jazil screamed to the sky as his Dynasty fell into chaos.
His bioengineered Demi-Humans?
Wiped out in a single blast, eviscerated beyond recognition.
Amidst the hellish destruction, Dawn descended slowly toward Jazil and his ministers.
"Unfortunately, the God you tried to appease isn't happy with you. Hence, he sent a God of Destruction your way."
Dawn's way of proclaiming himself as a God only made them tremble.
To call himself God was no doubt right. After all, Dawn was created from a Divine Being.
A spiritual Being.
In every sense of the word, Dawn was a God too.
"Ahhh~ Oh Silver God of Destruction! We have sinned against the Silver God of Creation! Please, punish us for our sins!"
At this moment, they had lost their minds.
They had seen God.
God Himself was punishing them for their sins.
For the Emperor and his ministers, there was no greater ecstasy than this realization.
Their wails of despair transformed into cries of joy.
But as they rejoiced, mercilessly—
SPLAT!
Dawn sent them to their end, one after another.
"Silver God, huh? That has a nice ring to it," Dawn remarked with a smirk. "I accept this title."
But just then—
[Notice: The required amount of human souls necessary for evolution has been confirmed. The Harvest Festival will now commence.]
"Hm?" Dawn muttered, his expression shifting to one of curiosity.
"What's this Harvest Festival?" he asked aloud.
However, to his surprise—
[Notice: The required amount of human souls necessary for evolution has been confirmed. The Harvest Festival will now commence.]
[Individual Dawn will commence his evolution.]
The Voice of the World spoke again, repeating its announcement.
A dual ascension.
The first generation of Demon Lords was about to rise.