Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"And to maintain personality while possessing Great Divine Power, the price is even greater. I don’t know how the gods of the Alien Realm do it, but if you are not the Divine King, not the Sun, in fact, you will become just like Apep, without any sanity."

"And if a world wants to possess Wisdom, that’s just an impossibility. I don’t know if the Alien Realm has ever attempted such a thing, but as a relatively weak world, Hemenu instinctively tried."

"It split its Strength again and again, to the point where it could no longer be divided, then it gave birth to The Eight Primordial Spirits—however, you also know the result, it failed, because as a world, no matter how much it fragments, its essence ends there, so it could never become a living being."

—Whoosh—

In the Void, the consciousness began to churn tumultuously.

La seemed to have realized something, he wanted to divide himself again.

Even if after one more reduction of Strength he might die from it, it’s still better than dying immediately. But at this moment, he discovered something in despair.

The part of him that was ’La’ was actually long gone, even the last connection, those mortals’ Faith, no longer believed he was related to ’La’.

Every ounce of Strength he brought forth came from the Absolute Void, from one of The Eight Primordial Spirits, Amon.

"Heh, don’t worry, I am not some personification of the world’s will—the world is dead, that is an indisputable fact."

With a touch of amusement, Amon let the other part of himself thrash around in all directions.

He found it amusing, like a clown dancing.

Although, for Amon, he didn’t know what a clown was.

"The world once gave me the chance to have a persona, a framework named ’Amon’; your actions have weakened my Strength, otherwise, as a being at the peak of Great Divine Power, ’Amon’ could never have had a will."

"Of course, even so, I should not have been born, but inconveniently, you, as part of ’La’, were erased by others, and your own concept was lost—Amon relates to ’La’, but sadly, you probably have no connection anymore."

"Of course, at the very end, I must thank that Outer God. Your traitorous followers began to worship Him, and then provided me with a reasonable source, a source related to ’La’—I am His rebellious Divine Child, who stole His Divine Authority, then was shattered by Him."

"You see, in this story, Atum, Ra, Amon, even the world and the Outer God, we all have our own identities and substance, only you do not. Just casually speaking, another ’me’, what exactly are you?"

"You are nothing." The voice that echoed in the mind became real, and Amon said indifferently, "You shouldn’t have existed."

"Past, present, future, all the foundations of your existence are gone, so what are you still living for?"

Without any resistance, as Amon’s voice fell, La disappeared from this world.

Because, just as he said, the moment La lost his own concept and past, without Hemenu, he had already lost the foundation for existence.

La became Amon-Ra through carrying the World Power; what does that have to do with you, some entity who is unknown?

So on this day, the world of Hemenu lost an old God-king and gained a true Amon.

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"How uninteresting..."

The consciousness drifted in the Void, then took the shape of a young man.

Perhaps because his persona’s birth and those mortals’ fabricated stories were somewhat similar, Amon’s new form even had a resemblance to Laine.

"’Replacement’... I still need to find a way to enter the Alien Realm. But then, those mortals have stumbled upon writing down my abilities as Scriptures?"

"Replace identity, replace Life, replace destiny—indeed, just looking at it, it resembles a Thief who steals Divine Authority. Godslayer Amon, interesting."

A smile curled at his lips, and the newly born Amon moved towards Chaos, wandering through the ’pathway’ pierced by the World Power.

The Divine of the Outer God still lingered on the remnants of Hemenu, and with every bit of the residual World Power that was extinguished, He could draw upon some new Power of the End to nurture the Demon Sword.

Although Amon wished to seek some amusement to relieve the tedium of his countless years as an uninteresting godly existence, he certainly did not want to become the amusement. So, committing brazen acts, perhaps not just yet.

He’d wait until he reached the Otherworld and ’replaced’ a few more incarnations, then, it would be quite fun to provoke a few gods for sport.

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At the far end of time and space.

Chaos, Underworld.

When the world of Hemenu utterly crumbled, the influence of the Otherworld followed suit.

This place, which gathered the most Primordial Gods of Chaos, was especially so.