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Breathing grew rapid, and his heart raced.
Suppressing himself as much as possible (?), Morus was on the verge of madness with excitement.
‘Ah. How could I maintain composure when the material to fulfill my lifelong ambition has appeared before me?’
Long ago, so far back that he barely remembered,
When Morus gained consciousness and self-awareness in Symposion, he watched the other gods and was filled with deep doubt.
“-Are we truly the ones who open all beginnings in the world?”
Light and sun.
Darkness and moon.
Earth, water, wind, and so on.
The Symposion gods awakened alongside him, wielding their absolute power, immersed in joy.
They praised themselves as the ones who created the concepts they controlled.
“-Hmm?”
Watching them, Morus fell into deep thought.
While the other gods, intoxicated by their power, abandoned rational thought, he considered the higher perspective.
“-All the gods here awakened in Symposion on the same day, yet the concepts we oversee already existed in the world.
-Then are we not gods who created these concepts, but managers who oversee what already exists?”
To find an answer, Morus began gathering companions to explore the truth.
But among the countless gods in Symposion, not a single one shared his doubts.
“-Hahaha! What a splendid nonsense!”
“-Hmm~ Why bother thinking about that?”
“-Look at the world. Is there anyone greater than us? You say we are managers, but then… who is the master?”
He understood.
How many would nod and agree that perhaps he was not a god, but just a manager?
The moment he accepted that, his absolute authority would collapse.
Yet Morus found greater allure in uncovering truth than in the authority he would gain as a god.
He thought and thought, endlessly pursuing the truth.
After a long time,
The first Divine Killing (Shinsatsu) occurred—the first time a god destroyed another god.
If a god could be destroyed by another god, the beings of Symposion united to create the Celestial Laws, establishing order.
At the same time, Morus observed the results of the divine killing, overwhelmed with joy.
“-I was right!”
The god Cornu, who governed earth and rock, was destroyed in the first Shinsatsu incident.
Yet the earth and rocks in the world remained unchanged.
Naturally. Even the gods of Symposion were only managers!
But there was no god listening to his claims.
Ultimately, as a seeker, Morus sought decisive evidence to reveal the truth to those dull beings.
A being closer to the source than those who looked down on lesser beings in heaven with petty superiority!
“-Fortunately, I have the ability. To harmonize and tune, creating beings of higher concepts.”
It was then that Morus conceived his terrible plan: to combine gods into one.
Of course, he was weaker than other strong gods, so preparation was necessary.
To avoid missing a rare opportunity, he found his own laboratory on Earth to collect data.
‘The Earth was, in effect, a vast laboratory for me.’
There were many beings inferior to Symposion gods but of similar structure, and Morus captured them for study.
Though rules like the Celestial Laws sapped his strength, and he suffered humiliation as his body was torn by lowly Earth experiments, he did not care.
As long as he could create a perfect being, superior even to Symposion gods, he could endure anything.
Time passed again.
One earthly being appeared before him.
At that moment, Morus was overwhelmed with indescribable joy.
‘A being possessing both the powers of Miniss and Nox, close to the highest among Symposion gods!’
The human before him was the closest to the flawless being he had long sought.
‘At this level… I can create it without merging gods!’
Seeing this being, Morus discarded his thousands-of-years-long plan in his mind.
“Hu… Hoo… Huhuhuh…”
Morus exhaled breaths mixed with excitement, staring at Glen.
Seeing him, Glen’s eyes were cold.
“Th-then… your name?”
“Glen.”
No honorifics now.
‘Would I even bother with that for this freak?’
A god deserves respect only if they show some dignity.
Glen’s temperament would not allow him to indulge a pervert like this.
“Ah… I see… Huhuh. So… why did you come to me?”
“As you can see, I have questions about your power.”
Though his tone was somewhat haughty, Morus seemed unconcerned.
If anything, his expression brightened at Glen’s answer.
“Exactly! I’ll help! I’ll make you a being more perfect than anything in existence!”
“…I haven’t even asked yet.”
“Whatever you request, I am ready to grant! Speak! What do you want? Quickly!”
Glen furrowed his brow.
Could he really have a proper conversation with a god like this?
‘Ah… I can’t just beat him.’
He could try to wait until Morus calmed down, or threaten him with Einherjar, but that would only work on someone susceptible.
“Calm down first.”
Of course, it had no effect.
Glen only closed his mouth, but his gaze on Morus was dark as ever.
No choice. Though annoying, they had to continue the conversation.
Glen gradually explained why he was here and about his sacred and demonic power.
Fortunately, Morus, initially too excited, began to regain composure.
“Hmmm… extraordinary.”
Morus touched his chin, thinking deeply.
At first glance, he seemed just like an intelligent young man.
“I’ve never seen a being possessing the powers of both Miniss and Nox while maintaining form.”
“Usually, the forces of light and darkness conflict, gradually destroying the body and soul.”
As he spoke, Morus retrieved a book from the shelf.
