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However, within the Spirit Realm, sensing the world’s response, Laine’s reaction was somewhat indifferent.

“Pleasure, huh… Haha, how laughable,” he said.

Reflecting on the past, about his own history, how he transformed from an Outsider’s soul into a god of Chaos, why he was so weak, Laine had offered explanations, but he had long discovered inconsistencies and contradictions at several points.

For instance, in the original trajectory, Gaia was the first life, thus the Life Vase co-emerged. But now, he was the first life; so why didn’t even half of the spirit-related life fall to him, instead still arriving by Mother Earth’s side?

Or why did “memory” and “wisdom” automatically return to the embrace of the Sovereign of Spirits at the moment of birth, but not others, like “lies”, “hatred”, or even “desire”?

Far from not returning, the assimilation of these was somewhat obstructed, to the extent that the corresponding deities were still born, seemingly unaffected.

Moreover, on the day the twelve Titans were born, Laine had once felt that the Chaos World was quite similar to the one in his memory, except much larger, though the order of the gods’ births had not changed.

But everything happens for a reason; in a world, no change occurs without cause. The world grew larger—was it merely the distortion of later myths, or had Chaos gained the rule information of another complete world from an accidentally arrived life?

In the past, Laine could only interpret these doubts as his insufficient understanding of the essence of spirituality and the root of the world, but with that ‘death’ which did not originate from him, everything was answered.

The problem was never with him, but with the world itself. Early in the beginning, when Laine had first come to this world and had not yet had the chance to awaken again as a deity, it had already instinctively tried to kill and devour this Outsider.

The world has no good or evil; it merely perceived that this soul was valuable yet beyond its control. So, instantly, the world’s formidable power fell upon Laine, intending to eliminate this trouble once and for all.

Yet to its disappointment, when it was halfway through, it found that Laine had not died; another god had died first.

One of the original five deities, the master of love and desire, the source of all emotions in the world, thus perished in the womb. Laine had once thought he was born and then died in an instant, but in reality, he had never truly ‘lived’.

From then on, Chaos’s instinct knew that killing the Master of Spirituality meant killing the world’s spirit itself. But the cost was that a god who had not had the chance to be born in the world died silently. He thus became the first and only truly dead deity since the birth of Chaos.

Of course, because he had not yet been born, this ‘death’ was not complete.

Therefore, the world gave up on killing Laine. It tolerated his existence, but the Master of Spirituality who should have been born great was still left with only the weakest Divine Power. And the authority that the dead deity had wielded also underwent a transformation, ultimately not returning to the hands of the Sovereign of Spirits.

Thus, the power of emotions fragmented and scattered to every corner of the world, until today.

“Indeed, it is just so—you lose it the way you got it,” he remarked.

“And what should have been mine, in the end, has all come back,” he added.

Cronus’s original time and space, Gaia’s half of the Life Vase, even the various powers associated with spirituality drawn from Chaos, were all so.

They were meant to belong to him; if the world would not give them, then he would take them back by his own hands.

As for those that could not return, the ‘death’ they brought allowed Samsara to be complete, and in another way, they also realized their master.

Understanding the cause and effect, Laine finally found answers to the doubts that had weighed on his heart for so long. He looked at the center of the fourth layer of the Spirit Realm, where the clear and profound dichromatic liquids intertwined, the ancient well rotating slowly.

The past was past; at least now, everything was well.

So Laine wielded his authority and inscribed the new Divine Artifact with its name.

“The old appellations no longer suit you, the Well of Origin symbolizes life, but now, you are the cycle of life and death.”

“Thus, Well of Reincarnation, shall be your new name.”

When the World Lord had spoken, it became the law; as Laine’s words fell, two original Spirit Scripts were engraved on the well’s wall. Briefly, with a final resonant tremble, as all ‘life’ and ‘death’ completed their transformation, the symbol of ‘reincarnation’ was wholly perfected.

In mid-air, three cocoons of light began to vibrate, and when reincarnation was born, the Spirit Realm also released its restrictions on their birth.

After a crisp sound, three deities were successively born into this world. Unlike the original mythology, they no longer merely symbolized the four seasons.

Spring and the God of Rebirth, Eunomia, was responsible for arranging the reincarnation of All Spirits, deciding the starting point of their new lives.

Summer and the God of Blessings, Dike, was responsible for arranging the talents of All Spirits’ future lives based on their earthly achievements, deciding the gifts of their new lives.

Autumn and the God of Endings, Erinys, was responsible for cleansing all the worldly affairs from the spirits, allowing their power to return to the Spirit Realm, and fundamentally transforming them for reincarnation.

The birth of the three new gods didn’t cause any extraordinary celestial phenomenon, not just because they were born in the Spirit Realm, but also because from the next era onwards, there would no longer be such proclamations for the birth of a deity. The world’s need for gods had been satisfied, which had been foreshadowed by the Divine King’s son becoming a demigod.

Thus, in such a tranquil manner, the three goddesses opened their eyes and beheld their creator.

“Father God.”

Unlike Hypnos, who was not tainted by the forces of Chaos, the three goddesses were sincere and of one mind. They respectfully saluted the Sovereign of Spirits, thanking him for granting them new life.

“Very well.”

Pleased, Laine turned and looked towards the refreshed interface.

“From today onwards, the Well of Reincarnation will be under your management, this layer of the realm will also become your new abode.”

“This is the fourth layer of the Spirit Realm, the All-Spirit Realm, or Reincarnation Realm, where you will be responsible for the death and rebirth of All Spirits.”

“Yes.”

With unified salutations, though the three goddesses before Laine were still feeble, they were destined to outgrow their original mythological forms and become influential existences in the world.

Not only because of their new divine roles, but also because the joy of life and fear of death are innate to all beings. Willingly or not, any life that must face death will instinctively respect those who decide all aspects of life.

And in the next era, this was certain to bring them abundant rewards.

“It’s about time, the turn of the era concludes here.”

At last, everything was finished, and Laine felt somewhat tired; he planned to take a good rest.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, at this very moment, the debate over the new king concluded. He saw everything clearly from another perspective, even quietly stoking the flames. Thus, with the arrival of the new era, a unique power was gathered by him and bestowed upon the newly born ‘Well of Reincarnation’.

Right in front of Laine, the first ‘great’ postnatal elevation since the world’s creation came to be.