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That gust of wind that just erupted is a cosmic wind that could probably grind almost anything in the universe into nothingness but not one leaves falls, not one branch of trees is broken.

The hill is extraordinary and something that is unusual. But so is everything in this garden.

And then the hill scattered into the air, flying in the air is millions of paper, it floats in the air and emanate a powerful aura.

Of course, to the eyes of people each of them is a paper.

But each paper seems to be very weird. It is unlike any paper that existed. There is a certain aura in them that seems to contain all the avenues of the laws of the Universe

A sigh sounded and then a paper flew down. This paper cut the stars and no cosmic dust could stain it

As it trails the starry skies, it is like something white covering the darkness. It did not envelope but it covers. There is a force pushing this paper forward, in a speed that seems slow and fast at the same time

Another paper flew down and then almost a second later tens of thousands of papers flew down and it merged with each other creating the silhouette of a man.

At first it looks like a paper sculpture but after a while, there is the sound of heartbeat echoing all over the garden and a real person seems to form.

There is a person wearing a white robe, seemingly appearing like a scholar. He wears straw shoes and black ragged coat

He did not say anything but dust off the dust on his shoulders. Loki seeing this just sighed and then continuing doing his job.

This scholar person takes a step and he appears at the edge of the garden.

Azief is already about to reach the garden.

\'A mortal. Admirable\' he said. He looks back and he saw the Gardener doing his job. Even though it might appear that the hill and the garden is close with each other, but each distance of a feet is a distance of tens of millions of universes.

So, he had never gone out that much from the back of the hill.

He looks at the mortal and then there is a bitter smile on his face.

After all, he had once read the story of this child. He feels all kinds of emotions looking at this mortal child.

He did not know the chaos of the garden but once he went out of the hill, he immediately was informed and so he knows exactly why Loki is obstructing.

This place after all is not a place where anyone could step into. He sighed and then he looks at his ragged coat.

\'I guess this would be enough. It would not hurt that much and it would not kill\' he nodded to himself.

Then he tears a small part of his ragged coat.

The torn fabric is only around one inch. But when the fabric is torn apart it turns into a fragment of a paper.

He looks at the paper and then he made a grasping motion with his other hand, and an ancient brush appear on his right hand.

\'It has been a long time since I write something\' He then write a word in that paper.

It is more of a blot of ink.

But, that blot of ink is a writing. Probable it is some ancient language. Or maybe something more mystical than that

Then he nodded like he was satisfied of his writing

\'I do need to earn my keep\' he said to no one in particular.

But Loki who is gardening knows that the Reader is talking to him

The Reader take a last look at the paper and he makes sure that the paper would not kill the mortal child and then he throws the paper down from the edge of the garden

He throws it gently like he is throwing a trash paper.

Then after throwing it out he no longer look down from the garden.

Instead he takes a step and appear near the hill.

He went back to the back of the hill and the floating paper on the air falls down like a rain and merge with the hill again, once again making the hill whole

The scholar disappeared into the back of hill and since he had made his shot, the Gardener knows the matter is settled

So, Loki went back into gardening

Azief who was going closer and closer to the garden was about to reach the edge of that garden when he saw something large is approaching

\'What the hell is that?\' he thought to himself as he looks at that approaching something above his head.

The Creator who is far away from Azief could see that piece of paper.

Then he sighed

He could see that the piece of paper would probably envelops Azief. And he knows that Azief could not bear it. He waves his hand and this time a powerful attraction force emanated from his hand

\'It is time for you to return home\' Azief who is about to once again cut the thing that is about to envelop him hears a voice beside his ear

He knows it is the voice of the Creator.

But he is reluctant.

He could feel that there is an attraction force pulling him toward something

And he knows the Creator is doing this for his own good.

Even though he doesn\'t know what it is that is coming to him, he could tell that the thing above him would either crush him or envelope him

The attraction force is probably something that would bring him home. And the Creator is protecting him

But his eyes are getting redder by the minute and his desire to cut everything down that obstruct him is getting stronger by the second.

But...he is so close.

So close to that garden.

\'An opportunity\' that is what he felt as he comes closer to the Garden. What opportunity lies there is something Azief doesn\'t know

All he knows that whatever opportunity that would be in that garden, it would be an opportunity that is good for him.

\'ARGHHH!\'As that power of attraction is threatening to pull him away, he decided to keep moving forward.

There is still a plan that he had not used.

He shouted so loud that a ripple of energy echoes all around him. All the cosmic dust around him were pushed away tens of thousands of miles.

Nearby stars cracked and the meteoroid floating nearby exploded into pieces, the explosion cause the space to bend.

That force swept everything in the radius of one hundred kilometers around him. the ripples affect things further.

The red mist around his body become even more clear and solid. Demonic power billowed from him. Emanating from his entire being is his killing intent, sharp and cold.

However, as this force swept forward, when it collided with that paper, it was like a wind blows, sways the paper a bit but did not stop the descend of that paper at all.

And if Azief look closely he would notice that there is a sentence written in red. In that word, contains all the killing intent that Azief had releases when he attacks that paper.

That killing intent turns into a word. But how could Azief notice? He could not even identify what he is looking at

How could he have thought of this all-pervasive, all-enveloping things that is coming to him is a piece of paper thrown from the edge of the garden?

Azief is shocked at this but his eyes are still determined. Azief right now is full of pressure. Above his head, there is something white that is about to press down on him

Then there is that force of attraction. It seems that even the Creator could hesitate.

If he wanted to, the Creator could easily increase that force of attraction by a hundredfold and if that is the case how could Azief withstand it

But that force of attraction is something that Azief could defy. But once he let down his guard, once he let go of himself, that force of attraction would pull him back

Two pressure is on him but he could not stop trying to go to that garden. Even though he just had seen his attack neutralized by whatever that white thing is, he did not despair.

Because when he exploded himself with power just now, he executed his second plan. This plan had formed since the moment he cut that palm. He is quite lucky that another palm did not fall down on him.

But he could tell that in that garden, there must be something else. When Azief exploded with power just now, that power was not actually concentrated on his body.

He also did not summon a destroying sword. This time, he focusses all of his power, all of his energy into his mind

And then with a resounding boom, his Divine Sense expands almost explosively. A thousand miles is traversed in a moment

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