novelraw Chapter 1 : Chapter 1
Chapter 1 : Chapter 1
Chapter 1
“Great Creator, please awaken and save us. Let my child survive this winter…”
“Merciful Creator, please awaken and descend to rescue us…”
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“Blood… fear… chaos… let it become even more frenzied!”
Prayers and murderous intent mingled together in his ears. Lanoss “stood” up from the earth, and the vast ocean of a god’s spiritual power allowed him to see the ruin and despair of this world in a single instant.
Countless living beings fled while screaming in terror, and countless Void Demons let out hideous, piercing laughter.
The shattered world no longer bore any trace of its former prosperity and splendor. Despair and fear spread across the entire continent.
Some people were still resisting stubbornly, using their lives to form a defensive line for the elderly, the weak, the women, and the children behind them. But such defenses were far too fragile and could be torn apart with ease.
In contrast, countless Void Demons densely covered the land, gnawing away at the world while cheering for death and fear.
Lanoss did not even have time to think. The last of his divine power poured out in a torrent.
“BZZZZ————”
Daybreak arrived.
Endless light illuminated the world. Under its radiance, countless demons turned into drifting smoke. The living beings who had been submerged by the Void Demons did not meet the deaths that had awaited them.
Countless creatures opened their eyes to welcome the light that fell upon them. Even as the dazzling brilliance forced tears from their eyes, none of them were willing to close them.
Those who had been preparing to self-destruct and perish together with the Void Demons were stunned, and then their faces erupted with ecstatic joy.
“It’s the Father God! Father God has awakened!!!”
Countless people looked toward the divine temple at the center of the continent. A thousand years had passed. Without divine power, the temple had long grown dim after repeated invasions by the Void Demons. Yet even after a millennium, the faith of the Norsevi Continent in the Creator had never changed. As the center of belief, the temple was still meticulously maintained by the people, even though its brilliance had faded.
Archangel Saliel, the Mermaid Clan Leader Coralie, the Elf Queen Isabella, and the human legendary archmage Seho—these four peak powers rushed toward the temple at the fastest speed possible to welcome their Creator.
“Father God—”
Their eyes reddened, and their voices trembled so much with excitement that they could barely speak.
When Lanoss saw the four familiar faces, he could not help but smile.
But very quickly, that smile vanished.
Even the temple that had once retained the strongest divine aura had already fallen into ruin. How much worse must the rest of the world be?
The world he had painstakingly created and cherished had become battered and broken. Everywhere was decay. The breath of life was pitifully scarce, replaced instead by endless Void Demons.
The Void Demons that had been wiped out only a few minutes earlier were already pouring in again through countless spatial rifts.
In just this short moment, despair swept over the world once more. Yet this despair had repeated itself for a thousand years for the creatures of this world.
The four people before him had once stayed by his side. Their faces were familiar, yet not quite the same.
A thousand years ago, they had been far too young—carefree “children.” Now they bore far more marks than they had a millennium ago. They had grown into powerful figures capable of standing on their own, forced to mature rapidly under the ravages of time.
During the thousand years of his “slumber,” they must have endured countless hardships and suffering.
“You have worked hard. My good children.”
The gentle words instantly made tears fall from Coralie’s eyes. Shimmering pearls bounced across the ground.
Guarding this world had always been entirely her own choice. It had never been about whether it was hard or not. From the moment she made that decision, she had already abandoned everything else.
Yet hearing these words from her god, her Creator, caused an inexplicable heat to surge into her eyes.
She did not want to cry.
But she could not stop.
The other three also reddened their eyes, using all their restraint to keep themselves from crying out loud.
A thousand years had passed. Aside from the humans—whose reproductive ability was extremely strong—other races had declined terribly.
The merfolk had sacrificed so many lives in battles against the Void Demons that a “child” like Coralie had been forced to shoulder the burden of leadership.
Merfolk reached adulthood at one thousand years old. Coralie was already 1,200 years old and had served as clan leader for five hundred years.
Even Saliel, the eldest among them, was only three thousand years old. Among angels, three thousand years was the golden age. Yet Saliel’s body had already withered terribly due to excessive overexertion. If Lanoss had awakened even a little later, Saliel might have already turned into light and returned to the world.
Lanoss suppressed the ache in his heart that urged him to comfort them.
“First go settle the survivors.”
A world that should have been judged a “land without a master” once again possessed the divine pressure of a god. This caused the mindless Void Demons to hesitate.
However, such hesitation was only a temporary suppression of lower creatures by a god. Once they adapted, they would soon launch another counterattack.
Saliel and the others had countless things they wanted to say to the Father God. Yet they also understood that the situation was dire. They immediately suppressed their emotions. As the few remaining peak powers in this world, they had to assist the other survivors and settle them as quickly as possible.
After they left, Lanoss relaxed. The body he had been forcing himself to support collapsed onto the divine throne.
Lanoss himself had never expected that he would have a day of “awakening” again.
A thousand years ago, the seal of the Demon Gods had loosened. However, the Pantheon did not take it seriously. What followed was destruction and devastation across countless planes as Void Demons swept through them like locust swarms.
The gods stood high above all things. In a certain sense, gods did not possess the concept of death. The destruction of planes only meant the loss of a source of faith for them, which was not a significant loss.
As a result, very few gods in the Pantheon were willing to oppose the Demon Gods.
But Lanoss could not stand aside and did nothing.
Before he became a god, he was first a human.
He had always believed that the reason gods were called “gods,” rather than simply “powerful creatures,” was because they bore the love and faith of living beings. As the object of their believers’ faith, he had the responsibility to give them a peaceful, stable, and beautiful world.
Moreover, the Norsevi Plane was his ideal world, created bit by bit from nothing.
Brilliant.
Beautiful.
Fantastical.
Lanoss would never allow anything to destroy it.
Unfortunately, although a Creator God possessed the power to create life—something most Rule Gods did not have—their power was too balanced. They lacked exceptional combat specialization and were no match for Demon Gods who had plundered countless planes.
In the end, even after exhausting everything, he had only managed to seal part of the Demon Gods and destroy a portion of the Void Demons.
Although gods did not truly die, Lanoss had been so heavily wounded that his godhood shattered. In truth, that was no different from death.
As a Creator God, Lanoss had only developed believers within the plane he created.
Unlike other Rule Gods, who cultivated faith across countless planes, once his created world was completely destroyed, he would never have a chance to awaken again.
Before Lanoss fell into complete slumber, the world he created had already been shattered beyond recognition. Its final destruction had only been a matter of time.
But what Lanoss had never expected was, The creatures of this world had endured far longer than anyone could have imagined.
Even after one thousand years, they had not forgotten the Creator who made them.
The power of faith slowly reconstructed Lanoss’s divine body.
A thousand years later, at this moment of life-and-death crisis, Lanoss finally awakened.
However, Lanoss let out a bitter laugh.
Even though he had awakened, it seemed he was not very useful.
Most of the power of faith had been used to reconstruct his divine body. The tiny amount of remaining power had been spent entirely on exterminating the Void Demons.
Now Lanoss only possessed the identity of a “god.”
He had no power.
Even his godhood was shattered.
With such a condition, how could he possibly turn the tide?
Lanoss extended his spiritual power outward, and a shattered plane appeared within his sea of consciousness.
The once vast plane had been devastated by divine war and demonic erosion. Its area had shrunk by more than ten thousand times. The life force belonging to native creatures was terrifyingly weak.
In contrast, countless Void Demons filled the world with malice and slaughter.
They gnawed viciously and greedily at every part of the plane, spreading despair, fear, and killing everywhere. Even the sky was covered by gloomy haze.
Lanoss closed his eyes, his heart aching beyond measure.
The Norsevi Plane had once been famous within the Pantheon as an exceptionally fertile plane.
But precisely because of that, it had been targeted by the Void Demons.
In magical worlds, there were no concepts such as space or planets—only chaos and planes.
The highest plane was the 【Pantheon】, where only gods and specially permitted divine servants could live. Beyond that were countless planes floating within the chaos.
Some of these planes were created by gods, while others formed naturally once energy accumulated to a sufficient level.
The Norsevi Plane was a world Lanoss created himself after accumulating enough resources.
However, Lanoss was not a god with a powerful background, nor was he a Rule God who specialized in a particular law.
He was merely an ordinary blank god—what people politely called a Creator God.
Rule Gods controlled specific laws. In other words, they were extreme specialists who had maxed out a single attribute.
Blank gods possessed balanced power across all aspects. In other words, they could do a little of everything, but were weaker than Rule Gods in every category. Their situation was extremely awkward.
That was why they were commonly called Creator Gods—to make it sound better.
In simpler terms, Creator Gods were relatively easy targets.
And a Creator God who owned an extremely fertile plane was nothing less than a delicious feast in the eyes of Demon Gods.
A thousand years ago, countless Void Demons obeyed the commands of Demon Gods and surged into the Norsevi Plane.
Although Lanoss, as a Creator God, possessed the rare power of creating life, he lacked sufficient combat strength and was no match for the Demon Gods who had plundered countless planes.
Even after destroying several Demon Gods with the resolve to die together, he still could not stop the invasion of the Void Demons.
When Lanoss died filled with hatred and unwillingness, he never imagined that he would awaken again one day.
Without resources.
Without divine power.
Without divine servants he could ruthlessly sacrifice.
Even his godhood was shattered.
Lanoss seemed to have no chance to fight back.
But Lanoss had no intention of giving up.
The Norsevi Plane had survived until now without a god only because of the efforts and sacrifices of countless living beings.
They had endured a thousand years.
Now their god had finally revived through their faith and persistence.
How could he possibly abandon hope?
Lanoss would never allow hope to be extinguished.
Although he currently had nothing, he had once started with nothing as well.
First, he needed to repair his shattered godhood slightly, then use divine power to create some resources so the survivors could safely endure this harsh winter.
When Lanoss died in the Norsevi Plane and self-destructed together with the Demon Gods, fragments of his godhood had fallen across this plane.
Although the plane had been severely devoured by Void Demons, some fragments must still remain.
This was at least a small blessing in misfortune.
Through his connection with the godhood, he should be able to retrieve some of its fragments.
Lanoss expanded all of his spiritual power. The shattered Norsevi Plane became even clearer within his sea of consciousness.
But in the next moment, a point of light within his spiritual sea caught his attention.
It was extremely distant from the Norsevi Plane—farther away even than the Pantheon itself.
From beyond that point of light came a familiar aura.
It was unmistakably his former homeland, Blue Star.