[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 4^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:00:55 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter 3
The god was bored…
And so, the void was unlucky enough to be dark…
The laws existing in this world yet detached from it "watched" this silver-haired man who was born with the destiny of creation, and after rationally considering which side to help, decisively learned to turn a blind eye. It must be admitted that this god perfectly inherited all the characteristics of light, especially his vicious attitude towards the power of darkness, which perfectly illustrated what it means to be petty.
Back then, the Domain of Light suffered considerable losses during the preparation period to accumulate power for the birth of the God of Light. Due to insufficient power, it had to retreat, causing the Domain of Light to shrink considerably compared to before.
Because of this, light and darkness have long been at peace; the peace in the chaotic void was bought with the sacrifices of light.
This deeply resented Jehovah, who was being protected. Each time he witnessed the realm of light being gradually eroded by darkness, he felt the same pain, filled with anger and helplessness. That chilling darkness was torture for him, whose soul was still incredibly fragile at the time, and this torment lasted for billions of years, etching Jehovah's aversion to darkness almost into his very soul, only ending after his successful ascension to godhood.
As it turned out, the choice made by the light was correct. Rather than a never-ending battle, it was better to retreat first, waiting for the strongest god in the world to appear, after which darkness would only be bullied.
The realm of darkness did try to secure the birth of a dark creator god, but the world not only needed a creator god born from the origin, but also required "him" to create a stable main world. After all, the power of darkness leaned towards destruction and chaos. While it could create a world through its strength, expecting a dark god to constantly refine the power of life to maintain the world was asking too much of a god.
From the very beginning, the Dark Realm was miserably eliminated from the candidate list by the laws.
The void of darkness, which should have been no less vast than the Realm of Light, was, after several days of almost brutal resistance, compressed into a pitiful lump, its head and tail severed. Less than one ten-thousandth of its original size, the Dark Realm was kneaded by the gods like dough, sometimes shaped into wide, flat noodles, sometimes into round, black buns—a truly miserable existence.
"Rumble—"
A shrill spatial storm appeared in the void of darkness. One, two, countless storms shattered the forcibly locked space around it, triggering a rare spacetime turbulence caused by the Dark Realm. Only after blocking the shockwave of the spacetime turbulence did the silver-haired man look on with satisfaction at the weakened void of darkness, ceasing his relentless manipulation of the opponent's domain.
Gently smoothing his wind-blown silver hair, Jehovah appeared as relaxed as if a mere breeze had swept by, rather than a terrifying turbulence capable of shattering any defense. Resist? Defend? No, as the God of Light, he didn't believe the other party possessed such power. The Dark Domain's biggest mistake after becoming a god was estimating him as if he were the former Light Domain.
Because this world had no precedent for godhood, and didn't understand the difference between gods and non-gods, the difference wasn't merely a matter of celestial foes, but a difference of two entirely different levels.
Life from death takes only a moment, yet the transformation from human to godhood took Jehovah countless hours. Gazing upon the vast darkness of the chaotic void, witnessing the dazzling brilliance of the Light Domain, he barely managed to forge a divine soul that met the requirements of the laws before his soul dissipated into solitude. All the hardship and despair he endured were for this moment of awakening and godhood.
Gods do not reincarnate. Once the creator god perishes, they truly die. Jehovah lost his past life when he transmigrated; he can only grasp this one.
"Dark Realm, you have lost the ability to contend with me. Submit to me, or I will live; otherwise, my very essence will be severed."
Jehovah coldly gazed at the darkness before him, his voice devoid of any emotion as he declared his decision. As a god of the creator class, every word he uttered contained an unshakeable decree. The power contained within his words was enough to negate the existence of the void and darkness with a single word, and Jehovah clearly felt his divine power diminishing within him.
The laws record every word and decision he makes, faithfully assisting him in achieving his desires. Similarly, once a decision is made, the laws do not allow a god to repent.
"Roar—!"
The Dark Realm struggled unwillingly. The silver-haired man stood before 'it,' seemingly as insignificant as a grain of sand in the ocean, yet the darkness could not budge him.
Before Jehovah, no one can utter a lie against their conscience; conversely, Jehovah must not utter falsehoods, lest the world transform his lies into truth, creating a super-enhanced version of the Great Prophecy. God cannot lie, nor will God lie, for he represents supreme honor, the face of the world and its laws.
A slight chill ran through the silver-haired man. He understood this was also a constraint on the Creator God. Even though he had reached a point where he felt no need to worry about anything, he still felt a strange sense of apprehension. If spoken words had to be absolutely true, then he could simply refrain from speaking. Simulating the fluctuations of sound through divine power was simple; there was nothing that could currently constrain him.
His only task at present was creation—the reason for his birth and his mission. Whether there was a time limit or not, he could complete it whenever he felt like it. Facing the weakened darkness of the void, Jehovah raised his hand, and a vast expanse of light, occupying more than half of the area, began to converge towards him like a torrent.
Seconds later, the sacred domain spanning countless light-years vanished from Jehovah's sight, becoming part of his power. A snow-white sleeveless robe draped the silver-haired man's naked body, a simple golden ribbon binding his waist, and delicate strings of shimmering beads dangling from either side of the belt, appearing and disappearing amidst his floor-length silver hair.
A soft holy light enveloped him. For the first time, at his true peak, Jehovah suppressed the Dark Domain, rendering it even more immobile. His golden eyes narrowed slightly; he suddenly remembered something he had pondered for a long time.
Having transmigrated and become God Jehovah, he had proven the existence of Hebrew mythology. Did other ancient myths widely circulated in the human world also exist?
Pangu, the creator god who created the primordial world, perished after creating the heavens. Chaos, the primordial chaos, disappeared after the emergence of the Greek pantheon. Brahma, the Indian creator god who dreamt of a world, was beheaded by the god he created. Ymir, the Norse god forced to become the world's incarnation, died in resentment. Atum, the Egyptian creator god, humbled himself and merged his true name with a sun god.
As for the Japanese creator god…
Jehovah calmly skipped over it. In their mythology, heaven and earth and all things were born spontaneously; there was no god who created the world. Perhaps they were even more advanced than them.
Also a being above the world, why does he seem to be the creator god who fared the best in all the pantheon records?
Feeling a pang of sympathy for the fates of those gods, Jehovah couldn't understand it. Logically, he shouldn't be the strongest among them. What happened to those gods? In the development of the pantheon, whether it was God or Brahma, they all eventually disappeared without a trace.
After God had the Messiah and Jesus as His representatives, He withdrew from worldly affairs. Other pantheons were essentially ruled by god-kings, and the ancient gods born at the beginning of creation had their deeds erased.
To gather supreme glory and become a creator standing above the clouds—was there truly no price to pay…?
A heavy feeling surfaced in his eyes. Something that could betray all the creator gods must be extremely insidious. Jehovah wasn't sure if he could avoid a similar fate. His golden divine eyes coldly gazed at the realm of darkness. What was the use of thinking so much now? Increasing his own strength was the most important thing.
The silver-haired man coldly looked at the still uncompromising void of darkness. His slender fingers extended, the tips of his pale fingers gleaming with a beautiful light.
Since creation was necessary, he naturally had to gather the power of darkness. Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy for a god of light like himself to create hell, especially with so many demons who needed the source of darkness.
A piercing howl echoed through the void of darkness. Murky gas churned around 'it,' and an extreme darkness was forcibly carved out—the concentration of all its power, the very source of darkness. The silver-haired deity indifferently watched the dissipated darkness, lightly tapping the void before him with his left index finger, extinguishing the chaotic fluctuations that were about to arise.
As the God of Light, Jehovah would never show mercy to darkness, for it was his nemesis, something he inherently abhorred. Even suppressing the instinctive aversion born of his divinity and power, how could he, having experienced death, possibly have any fondness for darkness?
Dislike is dislike. If something is something he dislikes, and there are no restrictions on his specific desires, then he will destroy it.
Gripping tightly at what he had obtained, Jehovah severed the connection between the source of darkness and the realm of darkness, ruthlessly absorbing the source of darkness for his own use.
He was the God of Light, but that did not mean he was incapable of wielding darkness.
The silver-haired deity stood in the void, silently contemplating for a while. After a long pause, he sighed.
Should he create a world...?
Ultimately, he wasn't confident he could escape unscathed after creating a world. He'd rather wait until he had completely refined the darkness...
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