"What a mess..."
Lucelia said helplessly.
She possessed six treasures, and the combination of these six treasures granted her the power to control a portion of the world's reincarnation mechanism.
Whether it was the Four Gods, the world, or the beings craving reincarnation, they all eagerly urged her to begin work.
She did indeed begin work, patching up the world, making its order a little more stable.
There was no other way. Only she, now, could carry out the repairs to the reincarnation aspect. After the repairs, the order created in the world would further overwhelm chaos.
But when she arrived here...
She realized the extent of the problem with this world's reincarnation mechanism.
She was in a hall at the center of the world's Styx.
In this dark and cold world...
Wandering souls filled the air.
The Styx had dried up, reduced from a vast ocean to a stream.
It was teeming with departed souls.
There were no passages, no guides to lead the ignorant souls and guide their journey.
They could only cross the boundless wilderness and dry rivers to reach areas where the River Styx still flowed, wade into the water, and begin their reincarnation.
The efficiency of this entire reincarnation cycle was incredibly low.
This was also why the population of this world could never increase.
According to records from the Great Library,
In the Golden Age, the population was nearly infinite.
According to scholars, they only counted a large area connected to approximately eight gods.
In that area alone, the number of intelligent beings reached tens of billions.
This world was infinitely vast.
Now, after its shattering, not only had the population drastically decreased, but even the land available for survival was dwindling.
Souls who had passed away naturally gathered in this area, slowly reincarnating as time went by.
Lucille stood in the tattered Soul Hall.
Observing the records stored there, derived from the world's instincts.
"After the world is repaired, the world's population is approximately 5.6 billion. Ah, there are still so many?"
Lucille couldn't even imagine how many people there were before the world was broken.
You have to know that only one in ten or even one in a hundred ordinary mortals survived.
And repairing is a very long process.
During this process, it was astonishing that these people lived on the completely chaotic and shattered fragments of the world.
Even in this situation, after the fragments were finally put together, there were still more than five billion people.
Lucille simply couldn't imagine it.
She could only continue to observe the records.
From these records, Lucilia glimpsed something of the past.
She was certain there were more than just the four gods repairing the world at the time.
Based on the records, there were at least seven or eight.
Just as she was lost in thought, a female spirit appeared behind her.
"Hello."
"Ah!"
Lucille jumped, her figure instantly vanishing. Then, clad in a black cloak and clutching a massive scythe, she gazed at the woman she had just left.
A soul.
The soul was riddled with cracks, even extending across her face, imbuing her once-beautiful features with a strange beauty.
She simply smiled at Luille.
"Hello."
"Who are you? Why are you here? Shouldn't this place be deserted? And ordinary souls aren't allowed in."
Heard Lucilia's question, she simply smiled and said, "My name is Menasha."
"Menasha? I've heard that name before. Let me think..."
Lucilia began to rapidly search her memories, and finally came up with an idea.
"Are you the Soul Guardian Girl of the Golden Age?"
She probably did the same thing as Lucilia now, in the latter half of the Soul Process.
She was a natural-born god.
"But aren't you dead?"
According to the records of the Great Library, this Soul Guardian Girl was a key target for those intent on world destruction.
Even though she was once protected by the Virgin Mary and her companions, she was still assassinated.
The god who assassinated her was the same one who had frequently assassinated Alka in the Memory Battlefield.
"Yes, that's right. But my mother loved me deeply. Even after my death, she pieced my fragments together and preserved them in this Soul Palace. I became a solitary recorder, and she wanted me to record her death."
The girl spoke quietly.
Lucelia gradually relaxed her overly vigilant state, maintaining a normal level of alertness, and began to communicate with her.
In short, this girl was one of the earliest casualties of the War of Gods.
But the world back then pieced her together again, because all her power was taken away and destroyed.
She had to either be resurrected as an ordinary person or remain here. In that era, resurrecting as an ordinary person meant death.
So, she became a recorder in the Soul Palace, coexisting with the world.
She ultimately fulfilled her responsibility, recording the world's death.
But just as the Holy Mother and the others pieced the world together, she was also pieced together.
In this situation, Lucelia inquired with the gods, and it was indeed true.
Confirming the young woman's identity and her harmlessness.
"I know people outside are working hard to repair my mother. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Lucelia nodded. "I'm planning to repair the reincarnation mechanism. Do you have any ideas?"
"Of course, no problem. I have clear records here."
She produced a small notebook, but within it lay an infinite record.
The records covered everything from her death to the shattering of the world, and from its reassembly to the present.
This wasn't a simple record. If Lucelia allowed it to, it was as if the knowledge and circumstances of the time would resurface in her mind.
It was a record that relied on memory.
"Indeed, your help has been immense," Lucelia thanked her.
"I'm so happy to be able to help you. It's like helping my mother. She's in so much pain, and you're alleviating her suffering."
As she spoke, another notebook reappeared in her hand.
"Perhaps the record of my mother's rebirth can be continued."
Lucelia also looked at the record.
The record began with the world being pieced together.
It recorded some of the process of repairing the world after the World Cup.
But it ended at the part where the world's consciousness, in pain, longed for death.
Seeing this, Lucelia nodded: "Yes, you can begin recording. I can help you observe the real world.
That way you can record more."
"Really? Thank you."
With the girl's help, Lucelia's work progressed rapidly.
In addition to the group of souls and puppet girls she brought with her, she also selected some powerful souls from this densely populated soul wilderness to become staff members.
To become a member working on the Styx required a lot of effort, and one had to be a believer.
But now, with so much to do, keeping things simple naturally meant fewer rules.
Under the two's efforts, boat after boat was built. They began at the source of the River Styx, where ferrymen began ferrying souls from the other side.
They transported souls from the other side to the wilderness of souls.
Then Lusilia began to divert the Styx. After all, it was too thin now, winding and zigzagging everywhere.
She gathered the remaining water into a single point, finally forming a large river.
Finally, it had the appearance of a river.
More soul artisans began constructing the necessary functional buildings.
Some powerful souls began to journey into the real world to carry away the dead souls.
They expelled the evil creatures that attempted to devour souls.
They eliminated the evil beings that violated the will of the dead and transformed souls.
The order of the cycle of life and death began to be repaired. Of course, this is a very long process, requiring gradual progress, but with each advance, the world becomes a better place.
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"Damn it! Damn it! Why has Chaos been suppressed again? Our strength has weakened again, and our offensive progress has been severely suppressed."
A powerful, gigantic demon roared in the lava hall.
It had been several months since Alka and his companions arrived at the front lines.
Although Alka and his companions, several powerful individuals, had joined the battle on the front lines,
The arrival of eight top-tier warriors, each with their own unique skills, greatly eased the pressure on the front lines.
This finally gave many people a break, but for the demons, the impact was minimal, only causing them some trouble.
It simply increased their losses.
But for these demons, these losses weren't a concern at all, as countless more would immediately fill the void.
But since Alka's appearance, Chaos's suppression has become increasingly severe.
Their strength has gradually been eroded.
If this continued, wouldn't all their efforts over the years be in vain?
What's even more terrifying isn't the demons' deaths.
It's the fact that many demons are harvesting fewer souls after killing humans.
Because of the damage done to this world, many demons previously weren't eager to harvest the souls of humans immediately after killing them.
Instead, they waited until the battle or surrounding fighting was over before slowly collecting the souls from the bodies of the killed humans.
This was a rare delicacy for the demons.
But now, for some unknown reason,
these souls vanished shortly after the humans were killed.
In the heat of battle, there aren't many situations where demons can quickly absorb souls.
This has caused many brave and fearless demons to become complacent.
So many demons are willing to brave death, coming here because the souls here are the easiest to harvest.
And the quality is excellent, with almost every harvest complete.
But now, not only is harvesting difficult, but sometimes even incomplete.
This is a stark contrast to previous harvests, but the problem is that the battle's difficulty hasn't decreased, but has increased.
How can the demons tolerate this?
If that's the case, then why did they have to invade the world in this hellish place?
This further intensified the fighting and chaos among the demons.
"That Alka must have done something again. Nothing good has happened since he arrived on the front lines, right?"
Not only that, but even the humans have inexplicably grown stronger.
If Alka were here, he'd definitely cry out in injustice.
What does this have to do with him?
"Find a way to kill him," said Salunster, sitting on the throne.
A demon below, upon hearing this, said bluntly, "Easy for you to say, why don't you just go and kill him?"
This demon looked rather miserable.
Not only was one of the horns missing from his forehead, but an arm was also missing.
And the cause of this loss was none other than Alka.
Supposedly, with his physical strength and recovery abilities, he should have recovered from such an injury long ago. After all, he was a demon lord.
But the problem was, he hadn't recovered.
He could feel his horns and arms still there, but they weren't on his body.
This feeling was quite strange.
"That damned human must have powerful sealing abilities. He must have sealed my hand by cutting it off.
I saw him put my hand in a mirror with my own eyes. My hand hasn't grown back yet, but I can still feel it. Do you understand?"
He wasn't just speaking to Salente, he was speaking to the others as well.
After all, Alka had been so arrogant before.
And in every subsequent battle, he stood in the same position, waiting for the demons to kill him.
This situation naturally irritated these demon lords.
And he was the first to confront Alka.
The battle was fierce.
But he had initially assumed that he wouldn't die at Alka's hands; at most, he wouldn't be able to kill him.
But he hadn't expected the consequences to be so horrific.
He lost a horn and an arm. This was an extremely tragic loss for a powerful demon like him, skilled in melee combat.
It also made the other demons somewhat reluctant to face Alka.
He wouldn't die, but if he sealed parts of you, that would be unbearable.
Demons are the least adept at sealing, and also the most easily sealed. It's as if they're naturally restrained by the various seals of each world, each with its own unique characteristics, making them nearly impossible for demons to deal with.
Of course, they're also very skilled at breaking through seals. If a demon lord hasn't been sealed before, he's unworthy of being a demon lord.
"Then why don't we lure him out and attack him together?"
A demon, seemingly noble in armor, suggested.
It was the demon, Farol, who had arrived in the past year or two.
"Haha, no one's stupid," the Devouring Mouth said bluntly, glancing at him.
"Of course I know no one is stupid, so we need to think of a comprehensive plan, right? Of course, stupid people can't think of it.
Cowards certainly can't do that either."
"Tell me," Salunster said, looking at this Farol from his throne.
Let's see what he has in mind.
Ever since this Farol arrived, he's been keeping a close eye on Alka.
This Farol's proposal at this moment clearly shows that he's determined to intervene in this world and claim a share of the credit.
"Why not let the Devourer be the bait? He's the perfect person for it," Farol said without hesitation.
"Bullshit!" the Devourer cursed from the side.
This was clearly a way to send him to his death.
They still hadn't grasped Alka's abilities. With that powerful sealing ability, the Devourer didn't think he could handle it.
If these damn guys took the credit for completing the mission, then he would lose it. How could he possibly agree to this?
He didn't think his colleagues would leave him a share when he was sealed.
Although these demons were pleased with such a proposal,
The proposal was highly agreed, but they clearly lacked the ability or qualifications to force the Devouring Mouth.
After all, if he wasn't willing to be bait, even killing him wouldn't do the trick.
"What if... I could unleash your full power, even take it to the next level? Would you be willing?"
"You have an Abyss Core?" the Devouring Mouth said, narrowing his eyes.
"Hmm, that's right."
"You're willing to give me something so valuable? Just to use me as bait?"
The Devouring Mouth stared at the Law Falor with disbelief.
The demons present had no doubt that Falor could produce the Abyss Core. His power and status meant he possessed such a precious item.
But the interesting thing was that it wasn't so valuable that it wasn't worth using as bait.
After all, this plan wasn't guaranteed to succeed.
"What are you thinking? Of course there are limits. I can give it to you, but I'll set a precise contract. Just like a devil's contract, you can only use it when you're about to die and we've truly lured him.
Ensure the success of the plan, and ensure you don't run away with my things."
"What in this world is worth such a sacrifice?" Sullenster suddenly asked from his throne.
"Hehe, what if I say this is a mission bestowed upon me by the Abyss?"
As soon as these words fell, all the demons suddenly understood.
I see.
That makes sense.
The reason this demon is more noble than them is because his bloodline and abilities allow him to directly connect with the Abyss.
The Abyss prefers to entrust them with important tasks.
And once they complete these Abyss-given missions, the rewards they receive will be far greater than those of these demons.
So, most demons are envious and jealous.
If it is just to complete such a task, it is okay to use the Abyss Core.