章 1: Chapter I: Thank you, God is On Earth

I'll admit that I wasn't very skilled at playing as humans, but I managed to blend in with the initial barriers, and I could only watch from the outside.

Before I hit the ground, I was drifting in what should have been a never-ending sea of stars. Compete for source quality and adapting to the nature of convergence as every Old Ones, trying our best tearing each other apart and devouring each other after a narrow encounter, or retreating scarred after an evenly matched fight, all the while wary of the salivating eyes of the others.

This is just a normal way of existence of the Outer Gods, and those who can't adapt to it have long been reduced to the belly of other Gods or remains wandering between planets. War and fighting are the never-ending drama of outer space, and the only pleasure of the Old Ones.

The universe is chaotic and eternal, and all the Outer Gods with uncontrollable emotions will be eliminated in the shortest possible time. Even the most believing creatures that follow the laws of the jungle will be terrified in front of this deep dark world. Until one day, until that day, I came to a blue planet by relying on my converging nature and my kind, and somewhere in the universe there was an earth-shattering ruin, and the aftermath tore and robbed me of my sefirot.

When I arrived at the scene of the incident, I found that the two chaotic pillars behind the barrier were fighting each other. One of the parties involved in the melee with us was called Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth, and at that time, bugs and fools flew together, and the pollution was the same color, and the light of the supernova explosion illuminated the sun in this galaxy for a long time.

Then, I lost "it", my sefirot half of it was torn off, and after a split second of light. The hateful and abominable Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth died. "He" came and died quickly, but "He" died inside the barrier, and with the pathways and sefirot torn from us, "He" fell on the western continent together with what is ours.

... The Sea of Flowers (Sefirot) that I carefully protected has cracked.

Thanks to my authority's spiritual sensitive response to "falling", I retreated back at the right time, thus preserving the remaining half of my sefirot, as well as my precarious old personality and life. Afterwards, the creature of the same kind as me were mad by the heavy losses, gathered around the barrier, cursing and cursing day and night, expressing their hatred to their heart's content, liking this activity more than killing each other, as if they had found a new form of entertainment.

Aside from the shuddering of the broken limbs and the near-vomiting, I wasn't all without gains. From the Celestial Worthy's kingdom and source castle, one of my countless severed hands managed to grab something back. It was obscure language and knowledge from a civilization that no longer existed, and a glowing cocoon encased in the soul of a carbon-based creature. I ate them and threw these dust-like things into the corner of my mind that I didn't necessarily remember once in 10,000 years.

Then I joined the ranks who watched the creatures in the barrier. Watching them develop on their own, recuperate, and kill each other but they never try giving birth to a true civilization. After a long time, the sun rose, and ignorance and cruelty melted away like ice and snow in the light, and the original laws and rituals reappeared in the land. Looking at this round shining fake sun, which can't even beat the present Outer Gods, I fell into a short and deep thought.

Reclaiming my sefirot requires access to Earth.

But I can't break down the barrier.

And entering the earth is bound to be discovered.

If you are found, you are to face this round shining sun.

I'm convinced I am going to die if I tried.

Thinking like this is not going to work, I thought. And time is meaningless to the universe and so does to the creatures that wander in it.

So, a long, long time passes.

Behold, behold. The gods laughed and cheered in celebration of the end of that Shining Round God, and I didn't understand what to celebrate for them, so does the ones who were held back from the barrier.

But, yes, the sun went down and fell into the dust, which was my favorite play, and I also saw the wind and waves become grand, the blazing pale light rising into the sky, and the towering white tower rising from the ground. What the sun loses is occupied by a new God, and nothing changes.

The sun did set, but the pillars didn't die so easily.

Just like the change of dynasty, the sunset and the moonrise, and returning to heaven after the fall is a privilege that belongs to the sun alone. It is undeniable that at this moment, I did have the idea of taking advantage of the situation, but the three new gods born from that banquet were not decorations, and caution prevailed, and I did not act.

Eventually, I came up with the idea, and I rummaged through the sea of thoughts, piecing together the information contained in the soul that I had thoroughly digested, and then constructing it into a prop that belonged to me, infusing it with memory, leaving my will and imprint, but not giving it a soul. After countless failures, I managed to slip it in while the barrier was weakening. Then I watched with a hint of amusement as the device proceeded along the route I had set, as a human being, who was born and raised, who struggled to survive on instinct in those days, and then one day, encountered my adjacent pathway, the "Abyss", as I had designed.

The time has come, and I was keenly aware of the key node. I activated the imprint in the device with the quickest movement, let the body enter the shallow sleep of the lake of consciousness, let my will awaken in this too fragile and small body, sealed the single path sequence 0 power I brought down, and then manipulated the device to eat the demon.

Device... No, it's time to call it "me".

I put on the skin of the human I had eaten, took his name, and took over his identity and face.

Fill the mind with the madness of the past and fill the flesh with demonic power. I became the "Blatherer" of Abyssal Pathway Sequence 3. And I was lucky that until this time, none of the existing Gods on this planet had discovered me.

It's a good time, it's the end of an era. Four emperors fell one after another, and the breath of death and decay blew across the earth. And the gods are so busy killing each other that no one will notice that I have crept down through the cracks. Satisfaction and ironic joy that filled my senses at the thought of the demons who dared to appear on the earth, and now I am hungry.

I conveniently founded a sect while devouring demons, and the name is very simple, it is called "Demon Sect".

The believers are not important, the anchor is even less important, it is only established because I want to establish in the minds of the gods in the shortest possible time, the perception that "I am a person of the devil's pathway", although no god notices me, but what if one day suddenly finds out? So, I allowed my sect to cause one tragedy after another in my name. After all, even gods and angels will wreak havoc on the earth at this time, and I am nothing compared to them.

After decades of madness and bloodshed, the barrier visibly becomes more and more fragile, and the gods travel to the astral plane, before leaving they purge the unbridled cults and evil gods.

Not surprisingly, I was treated as an evil god, and the sect and believers were swept away, and I suffered a huge blow. But it's not worth worrying, I beat Farbauti before "His" escaped back into the abyss, taking away "His" Sequence 1 and Sequence 2 traits, but unfortunately, I didn't make "him" leave his uniqueness.

In the chaos of the last few years, I completed the ritual with great success, consumed the characteristics, and was steadily promoted to the Sequence 2 of the Abyss Pathway, the "Bloody Archduke".

After all this chaos, civilization was rebuilt, laws were perfected, and the world was completely new, as if madness and chaos had never existed. At this time, I also followed the footsteps of mankind and entered a new era.

Then, according to my understanding of human habits, when you meet for the first time, you should take the initiative to leave a business card or introduce yourself.

I am the Monarch of Decay; I am the god who roams the sea of stars.

I love all living things that are dying, and that are not dying. Life and death are illusory, life is meaningless, it is just a journey from life to death, and only what is created in the process of living is valuable. I hate death, just as I hate new birth, and I love watching the process of the creatures trying their best not to fall to death but inevitability surcumbbed to it.

I have come to earth to practice and witness all this. This war-torn land is in decay, and I have easily absorbed the necessary knowledge through my authority.

Pathways, primordial, Old Gods, Pillar, I think all of them follow the instinct of convergence. I love decay but hate total destruction. Therefore, I will eat them, eat them, devour my neighboring pathways, seize the primordial, and then gain enough power - to plunge this universe into eternal, endless decline, until time becomes a lake. Until space also becomes shattered, and everything struggles to survive, to survive in a world without hope and despair, never to reach the singularity of total destruction and restart.

I am the Lord of Withering, Monarch of Decay, the final journey of all life, where not even death can reach me.

I am an Angel of the Abyss, "a remnant of a bygone age"—I am "Edward Vaughan".

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Monach of Decay: A long, long time later, I still feel disgusted when I look at this thriving earth.

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