A Father's Love
Intermediate Neutral Zone.
Today was the day of the scenario. Today was the day of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony. This day had always been, and would always remain, special.
On the seventh floor lived beings who were practically all talented enough to reach the very end of the Divine Domain. Among them were also those who claimed to be descendants of the most powerful entities of the Domain. Some even boasted of possessing the blood of the gods, or the lineage of super-divine clans that occupied the higher floors.
In the Divine Domain, every floor had four neutral zones:
the basic neutral zone,
the intermediate neutral zone,
the advanced neutral zone,
and the final neutral zone.
In each of these neutral zones, factions could establish camps. The difference was that the neutral zone did not separate races the way the chaos zone did. Anyone could enter—provided they had permission.
And that permission manifested in the form of a key, which dropped only from at least double-grade monsters. That was why an invitation to establish a camp—or even to simply enter a neutral zone—was considered extremely rare on the lower floors.
Even in the intermediate floors, it remained a precious thing. Extremely expensive.
Each planet had, at most, one million keys per floor. These keys were used to create camps.
From the outside, that might seem like a lot. But one had to consider that, on Earth alone, there were currently eight billion people. And that was only today. In the future, that number would reach the trillions. In later eras, even more.
The Neutral Zone, as its name implied, was a region free of conflict. A place that, according to rumor, was the original zone of the Divine Domain.
It was said that, in the beginning, when there was nothing but chaos—before the creation of all that we know—there was a single being. Later, this being came to be known as The Primordial.
The Primordial felt lonely. So, one day:
He created light,
then created the earth,
and afterward, the waters.
In the span of six days, He shaped a planet. And on the seventh day, He rested.
And He was pleased with what He had made.
From then on, every seven days, He created a new planet. As time passed, He grew more skillful. His creations became more refined, and the creatures more perfect—at least in His eyes.
Then, one day, satisfied with His work, the Primordial realized something was still missing to complete perfection.
He loved all His creation and wanted every creature to share in that love, to interact with one another.
Thus, He created a space where all creatures could intermingle. And from that act, the Divine Domain was born.
But when the creatures were placed inside, the reaction was very different from what the Creator expected.
First came the shock of reality: each race had believed the Creator had made only their planet. Now, faced with thousands, even millions of other races, the collective ego of each was shattered.
Worse was the perception that the Creator seemed partial:
there were races of extraordinary beauty,
races with astonishing natural talents,
while others were… utterly plain.
Some races were vastly more powerful. And lifespans varied absurdly: some lived centuries, while others barely lasted a few decades.
The Primordial, like a father, loved them all equally. But He did not truly understand His children.
According to the story, after the first gathering of races, they were calm at first, still in shock. But as time passed, they adapted… and differences began to surface.
A question arose in the subconscious of all:
The Creator treats us as His children and says He loves us all equally… But with so many children, does He truly love me? Or does He just say that to console us?
Each sought their own answer. And by comparing advantages among themselves, many reached a cruel conclusion:
Some beings were obviously superior. With their racial advantages, they believed themselves more important—and that they were, without doubt, more loved by the Creator.
Thus, sin was born.
On their own planets, they had lived in harmony, obeying the Creator's will. But once placed in the Divine Domain, what should have been a peaceful space of exchange became a catalyst.
And from that catalyst emerged the First Great Holy War.
Those with racial advantages grew proud. From pride came arrogance. From arrogance, the desire for dominion and subjugation.
The weaker ones, in turn, felt envy and rage. Deep down, they began to blame their very Father, the One who was supposed to be impartial.
They began accusing Him in silence… and later, aloud.
The creatures laid all blame upon Him:
for the injustice of being forced into submission,
for being created merely to serve those of superior origin.
Because that was exactly the mentality of the so-called superior races: they believed the weak had been created only to serve.
If not, why would the Creator place them all together in the same place?
At first, the Primordial never intervened. He waited, believing that, with time, they would find balance and reach the obvious conclusion: that true peace and happiness lay in unity.
But as time passed, nothing changed. Something did change, yes—but it was something the Primordial had never imagined:
the offerings and sacrifices He received fell to less than half,
and more than half of the creatures ceased praying to Him.
So, one day, disguised, He decided to see for Himself what was happening. He questioned the people…
And discovered a shocking truth:
The resentment that most creatures held toward Him was so great it bordered on extreme hatred. They all blamed Him for their oppression.
Even those races created with greater advantages had been lost in the intoxication of power, dethroning the Creator from His place as number one in their hearts.
Only then did He realize the mistake He had made.
To compensate, He created the path of evolution. Since He could not change racial talents—He could, but He would not—He granted everyone a chance to evolve.
He divided the Divine Domain into floors and subfloors, giving all an opportunity to grow.
But it was already too late. The resentment had taken root deeply in their hearts.
And once the oppressed were given the chance to retaliate, war erupted.
The war that would later be known as the First Great Holy War.