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A large, highly technological object which defied the laws of Terra rested within the Spatial Layers that separated Terra from the rest of the worlds. ​​

Within this spaceship-like object, there were several figures inside.

Each figure was completely covered in mechanical, high-tech suits that covered their entire bodies and faces, each figure had a different shape, some were humanoid, while others resembled squids with many arms.

And each figure unleashed an Aura within their bodies that resonated with their transcendental souls, whose power seemed to be endless and boundless.

However, such strong figures seemed strangely wary and only glared at the world from a mildly safe spot while slowly intervening with it.

Zudithe and Judith had already noticed them, but the rest of the Gods whose sensitivity with Space was low had yet to realize.

They arrived at this world because of a single purpose.

To harvest it and use it as a resource.

However, they had stopped their aggressive charge as they had sensed the presence of something that could be dangerous.

A mild… presence.

An Overseer.

A being that transcended all worlds, such a being was dangerous and especially powerful, even these entities had to be wary and careful.

"Any news about the presence of this entity we sensed?"

"Aside from the presences of the weakened Gods and the Chaos Goddess, no… It seems that it might have been some kind of mistake from our Primordial Essence Detectors."

"Hmph. We might as well be wary until the last moment, we don't want to enrage an Overseer, even if the possibility of its existence here is small, it still a possibility, we cannot take unnecessary risk, especially one that might end us."

"Terra is an excellent world for harvesting, its gods are weakened, and no mortals have reached any notable strength… some might be close to their Gods, but even the Gods themselves are not a threat… the Goddess of Chaos, however, might be a bit of a handful…"

"Nothing that our Primordial Beasts or Machinery cannot take."

"True enough. If we can refine her Divine Soul, we might be able to generate a high-quality Chaos-Attribute Divinity Core to strengthen our Souls."

"That shall wait a bit, how have been the triggering of the tempest and the cleansing of Terra's surface?"

"The Child of Chaos, the entity that these Gods foolishly created by accumulating Chaos inside the planet is soon to hatch, by our waves of invisible miasma, we have managed to hasten its growth by several years."

"It might soon hatch. However, its spawns, pieces of its body that had detached from it have begun to move and will soon arrive at the surface in… one month."

"Can we speed up this process?"

"No, we have done everything we can. If we wanted to hasten things, even more, we would need to risk and enter the boundaries of this world…"

"I see. There is no helping it, we must wait patiently."

"Indeed. This world's Origin Core might be worth it. It seems that thanks to the Miasma, it has been strengthened and transformed into a unique type of Origin Core, a Chaos Origin Core, whose quality might be several times higher than a normal Planet Origin Core…"

"Indeed, it is a precious material for our strengthening and that of our Lord."

"It is good that we reached this place before other fleets did, we can take all the spoils for ourselves before they even get here…"

"It seems that the Gods of Space and Time of this world had noticed us."

"That will change nothing. They cannot attack us without risking this world, and it is not like we cannot easily exterminate them. I would be ideal if they attacked us, in fact, so we can quickly kill them and refine their bodies for materials."

"Indeed… But they seem quite wary."

"…Could there be the possibility of them doing something against us, a scheme?"

"I doubt it, this is a low-class world. Unlike immense worlds such as Genesis, Terra is small and limited, their lifeforms are not so advanced either, and even though they have concepts such as Mana Cores and cultivation, their methods are primitive and antiquated. They are let hopeless, to be crushed like ants. If I were them, I would simply run away."

"Indeed… as long as that signal of the power of an overseer Origin Core is simply some mistake, we should be fine…"

"However, what do we do if it ends up being an Overseer?"

"We shall act accordingly to what it does and it's level of power… If it is a young one, I believe we can exterminate it…"

"Exterminate it… an Overseer? Wouldn't that awaken hate from the Overseers within the Outer Void?"

"If it is really living in here, then perhaps it is an outcast that is being chased by them. If we kill it we might even be rewarded by the Overseers themselves…"

"And it is not like Overseers care about their brethren that much, and if they do, they are only those that they live with. If this one has walked so far from them, it means that it is not related or part of any of their groups."

"By simply imagining how delectable it would be to absorb an Overseer's Origin Core, even if a young and weak one, I cannot help but drool…"

"Contain your hunger for now."

"Not yet…"

"Hm. There is only one thing left to do then."

"We wait…"

The figures simply stood still, staring at Terra as time slowly went forward, patiently waiting for the moment when they can harvest this world once and for all.

Unaware of these events undergoing, within the depths of Terra, in the place known as the Abyssal Sea, a gigantic fetus of a monstrous entity, the Chaos Child, or better known as the Demon King, rested.

Its senses were slowly increasing, its brain was already formed, and its heart as well.

It was slowly developing a strong soul, and its body was maturing and growing bigger every second, absorbing the miasma of the Abyssal Sea.

Bump, bump.

Bump, bump.

Its heart began to beat, its sound resonating with the world, generating small tremors that mortals could not perceive.

Its mind slowly awakened, showing a small consciousness within…

Memories of lives it has never experienced by itself began to flow into its brain, filling its mind with strange sights it has never seen, and weird people it has never met.

The creature groaned uncomfortably, as it saw more and more…

Just what was this?

The Chaos Child, or better known as the Demon King was a being made by the world's Miasma.

Essentially, each time it died, the miasma would once more go back to the world, to the depths of the core, to the Abyssal Sea.

And from the Abyssal Sea, a new Demon King would surge, made by the rests of its previous predecessors.

Through this stream of energy and soul, the memories of former Demon Kings rushed into the mind of the new one, giving it countless experiences it has never seen before, filling its mind with strange images that brought it discomfort.

However, within such images came memories of different things as well… of a different person.

100.000 years ago, one of the Heroes of Terra gave its life to defeat the Demon King, dissolving her very soul and Mana Core into the creature and finally striking it down.

Her soul was dissolved and torn into pieces, and her memories and experiences merged with the miasma, which went back to its primordial sea depth within the planet's surface.

For the first time since this world was formed, and since the Demon King emerged that another soul had been merged with this miasma, changing the mind of this new Demon King.

After many days, it slowly began to generate a more complex consciousness by using such emotions and experiences.

It quickly generated emotions, self-consciousness, and even thoughts about what it was and what was its purpose.

It began to think…

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Where am I?

Why am I here?

It is cold…

So cold…

Let me get out of here…

Please…

I do not… want to see any more images…

I want to… go out…

It feels so odd…

Everything is so oozy…

What am I doing…?

It hurts…

My head…

My memories…

Was I someone?

No…

I am not that person yet… it feels so close…

Who are these other people, from so many ages?

Why… are they always attacking me?

What have I done to them?

I was only trying to exist…

To escape this strange feeling… this pain… this coldness…

Why?

They hate me for existing…

Am I not welcome in the world?

Am I… destined to be submerged in the darkness?

Why?

Just like all of you… I just wanted to live…

I could not control myself…

I am… sorry…

It hurts…

I want to get out…

So cold…

…

As the entity began to produce more thoughts and began to realize what it was and what it goes through, its body began to feel discomfort, as slowly, large pieces of its black and slimy flesh started to detach from its fetus, wiggling like disgusting worms around the Abyssal Sea, looking for something to eat, to satiate their hunger…

As it felt more and more discomfort, the creature started to produce more and more of these creatures, which began to swim through the Abyssal Sea, looking for the surface, for the light of the sun to touch their skin, and to give them something to eat…

Eventually…

A little one made its way up…

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