About two hours before his rebirth.
Location: Realm of death and reincarnation.
A place filled with countless blue souls. As each soul appeared, it immediately floated off in a different direction, seeking its destined body.
They were all similar in shape—except for one. This one had a humanoid form.
"After staying in the realm of the dead for such a long time, I am finally out," the light-blue, humanoid-like soul's voice echoed through the darkness.
The blue humanoid soul had a glowing body, white eyes, and white hair. It looked exactly like a human—except that its flesh had been replaced with radiant, ethereal light.
It couldn't be touched by physical objects.
Around it, countless blue halo-shaped souls drifted, illuminating the endless void. Yet only this soul retained full consciousness, and only it had a humanoid shape.
The other souls couldn't see, hear, or even sense what was happening around them—except for him, of course.
"Now I just need to find a pregnant vessel... one who recently had a miscarriage, and still meets my requirements," its voice echoed again.
The soul vanished—reappearing high above a civilized world filled with science and advanced technology.
From the soul's perspective, countless blue spherical souls floated just centimeters above the surface of the world. Every so often, one of them would blink red.
The red-blinking ones were either in immediate danger... or destined to die within the day.
To the normal human eye, everything looked ordinary: people going about their daily lives.
Some were buying groceries. Some were in their offices, doing business. Some were cooking, eating.
Others were having car accidents, plane crashes... some having sex and f*cking themselves silly—just doing what mortals do.
Sigh.
"The Mortal Plane and its problems. The name of this world is Ludeaus, huh? No one meets my criteria. What was I even expecting?" the humanoid soul muttered before disappearing again.
More scenes followed—him appearing and disappearing across different planets of the Mortal Plane.
After visiting every planet in that vast plane, he found nothing.
"Now let's check the Cultivation Plane 1!"
He searched. Still, nothing.
"Cultivation Plane 2..."
"...3..."
...
Cultivation Plane 99989...
"The last Cultivation Plane—yet no one meets my criteria!" the soul exclaimed in growing frustration.
'Let me go to the Mana Worlds. The world of mages. Maybe there's something useful there,' the soul thought, vanishing once more.
"Dracula World... nothing."
Vanishes.
"Oscuro World... still nothing."
Gone.
"Draconic World... N—othing!!!"
Gone.
After countless appearances and disappearances, he still found nothing.
"Why are those souls so hard to find? After all these years... extinct? And I didn't even notice?"
His light flared with rage, glowing brighter and brighter.
'Let me visit the world of the annoying god Nox—the Aura World in Cultivation Plane 5, giving him a huge blow should be enough to appease me '
"If that's not enough, I'll deal with the most irritating galaxy next. That traitor god—the sub-god of Zeus—is guarding it now. Best time to eliminate them."
He vanished. His voice echoed behind him.
He appeared on a red planet and peered down, his blue eyes twitching.
This time, he focused on the physical—not the spiritual.
Below, more than a zillion people lived. Millions of sects, each with powerful sect leaders.
A quarter of the world was at war—chaos, fighting, cultivators clashing.
More than half the population was indulging in sex and dual cultivation.
Countless beautiful women and handsome prodigies enjoying themselves—blissfully unaware of how close they were to death.
It wasn't the mortals themselves that annoyed him.
It was their god.
One of the gods responsible for his suffering before death.
And he wasn't going to let that grievance go unanswered.
The humanoid soul stared coldly at the world... then raised his hand.
A light-blue beam shot forth.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
The explosion lasted just five seconds. Then the world was gone.
As if it never existed.
All the souls vanished—only to reappear as countless blue spheres, floating where the planet used to be.
They drifted... toward the Realm of the Dead.
"Unfortunate souls... Born in the world of Nox. You're lucky I gave you another chance. Maybe in your next life, you'll be given better chances," the soul muttered.
He could have made them hear him... but that would only cause chaos in their fragile souls. Not worth it.
"I'm still not satisfied. I'll go to the World of Dame. I can't miss this chance to weaken him.'
Too bad Zeus' own universe is hidden so deeply—even I can't find it in my current state.'
He vanished. A powerful presence had begun approaching, but he ignored it.
In that space, a black, inky-looking god appeared where Deus once stood. His face pale as he realized... his galaxy was no more.
"Who did this?!" he roared, furious.
But Deus had already erased every trace of his presence.
Nox would find nothing.
Meanwhile, the soul floated through space again. Staring at a galaxy—bright with stars, worlds, and cosmic beasts the size of planets.
'So this is Dame's world? I wonder what his face will look like... once it's gone.'
His heart burned with vengeance. He hadn't forgotten his goal.
"Obliterate."
One word—and the galaxy was no more.
No aftermath. No debris.
Just silence.
He didn't want space junk littering the beautiful void, so he erased everything before the explosion even finished.
And he did the same again. And again.
Until, finally... the soul floated once more—calmer now.
'Here it is. It's not enough, but… I've found the slight peace of mind I needed. Hmm... now that I think about it—what about that world I saved from destruction, 83 years ago?'
At this point, the soul no longer blazed brightly.
Its glow had returned to that calm, soft light—the same as when it left the Realm of the Dead.
It seems... when angered, the soul blazes.
When at peace... it shines a low light.
It disappeared again—warping through dimensions to a special plane.
Then appeared once more
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