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I.. Am God?

Chapter 211 Soul Artifact
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Paimon also felt freed from the suppression, letting him gasp for air and sigh with relief. Still, the feeling of terror stayed within him, "Who… is that?" He asked pantingly.

"Is that your main body?" Andre asked with a hint of fear in his voice.

In response, Solomon nodded, "His name once spanned across the mystical universe and even to those beyond it. No one must speak his real name, but everyone referred to him as the Black Sovran."

Paimon's face when he heard "the Black Sovran" come out from Solomon's mouth became that of an even more horrified one than before, as if a baby came right out of his man-part while kissing the demon of his dreams. (There's nothing horrifying coming in my mind rn, I'm sorry •́  ‿ ,•̀)

"The Black Sovran? You mean the person that ruled over both the Realm of Heaven and Hell for seventy-seven thousand, seven hundred and seventy-seven years?" Paimon exclaimed in horror.

"It's impressive that you know his legacy." Solomon nodded in pride, "He has retired from the businesses of this universe for over a billion years already, and you knowing him means that the legacy lives on."

"Paimon, you know his main body?" Andre's eyebrows rose in intrigue, "Can you tell me who he is?"

"I am afraid you are not on that level yet." Paimon responded, "The Black Sovran's identity is incredibly sensitive and profound, his legacy even more so, notoriously."

"The only thing you need to know is to never see him again. If you're unfortunate and you did, DO NOT EVER PROVOKE HIM." Paimon stressed at the last part with a warning gaze.

"Why? Yes, he's powerful, but he seems fairly kind. He even gave me advice." Andre wonderingly asked.

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Hearing such an evaluation for that being from his master, Paimon couldn't help but chuckle nervously, "Oh, the Black Sovran is never kind." Paimon said.

"He is the epitome of how a True God should act; Impartial, Indifferent, and objective." Paimon stated. "His attitude isn't even pacifist, nor is it fair. As long as it is for the betterment of his realm, for the good of all, he wouldn't mind starting an Eternal War between the Realms of Heaven and The Abyss, start chaos across the universe, and he wouldn't even mind sacrificing his kin, even the only love of his life. That is how impartial he is."

Andre was shocked by what he heard from Paimon. He knows that such an attitude is the most optimal for a supremely powerful deity, but to enact it is incredibly hard, especially the one where sacrificing the love of his life is involved.

"Let's not dwell on that matter any longer, and let us get a move on. Dwelling on his matter any longer might call upon an ancient terror who still has immeasurable hatred for him." Paimon uttered in a whisper before turning the topic back to the created galaxy, "Then, what do we plan to do with this?"  Paimon asked.

Andre was startled by the sudden change in topic but still replied, "I guess we should wait if it can ever start life? As far as I know, time is needed for life to blossom, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Paimon nodded while thinking. After deciding to wait, they left the transformed Dream Realm together with Solomon.

Azazel and Samyaza, seeing their master come out, rushed towards him, "Not trying to be presumptuous, but, what happened inside?" Azazel asked with a hint of curiosity.

"We made a little change in the realm's structure." Andre replied with a smile on his face, "I will send you two inside after we check some of its conditions, so, wait for a while."

Knowing that something in that beautiful world changed, either for the better or for worse, Azazel eagerly anticipated the time that they would re-enter that beautiful realm.

"We're leaving. If you still have items that you want to retrieve, do so." Andre told the two Awakens, letting them get what they want inside the mountain. Even before they did their sins towards mortalkind, the Watchers have buried here two hundred treasures that would seal their fate with each other. Now that the Watchers remaining in this world remained only two, that would mean that the pact has little to no effect towards them.

With that reason, retrieving the treasures shouldn't hurt them. Besides, there are a lot of heavenly treasures that were buried, and it would be a waste if it was just left there for the rest of eternity.

After thinking for a while, the two nodded, having decided to just pay respect to their fallen comrades, honoring them by utilizing their treasures. They rushed to where they buried the treasures, leaving Andre, Solomon, and Paimon behind.

After a while, Andre suddenly voiced out something that was bothering him, "If the Watchers died, we should've known it even if I weren't watching them. Their souls would've gone to Purgatory and would definitely be seen by either Reaper or Daemon. What happened?"

"I think I know." Solomon suddenly spoke, causing Andre and Paimon's head to turn around and look at him. "Hadn't you noticed? The ambiance of this room is too strange."

"Hmm?" When Solomon mentioned it, Andre also started to sense it. It felt like the room was too different from its usual magic form. It was as if something made it different from before.

As Andre tentatively scrutinized the room, he finally pinpointed what's wrong, "The entire room.. is refined?" He gasped.

"This room is already not just a room.." Solomon continued, "..this is already a Soul Artifact."

"Yes, you could say that it is a Soul Artifact." Paimon affirmated.

"Did this room refined only by itself?" Andre muttered in disbelief. "It seems like it." Paimon nodded.

"I do not see any remnant energy coming from other entities in or on this artifact, so the only plausible explanation is that it did refine itself." Paimon explained as his eyes glowed purple, with streaks of clock patterns on its surface.

"Is this going to be a problem, Paimon?" Andre asked. "Not really." Responded Paimon.

"Instead, it could be said that you have benefitted big time." He said as he smiled at his prince, "You see, if I am not wrong, this entire 'seal' you are saying is a Field Artifact. In simple terms, it is a Battlefield Simulation Artifact. Its main use is to simulate fights with figures that were created by the artifact."

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"Usually, the fighters created by it have at most half the power of the said created individual to utilize, but in this case, with it refining the souls of those who have been fighting here for several millennia, the power level that the fighters could reach can have double the created individual's power. Coupled with that, the fighters also have all the experiences and the fighting skills of those individuals!" As Andre listened and listened, he grew more and more shocked.

While they were talking, the two Awakens that have previously gone to get what they want finally returned. Seeing them, Paimon turned to them and asked, "Before we go, do you want a little spar?"

"Spar? With whom?" Azazel tilted his head in confusion. As soon as he said that, Paimon stepped back, bringing with him Andre, while Solomon also noticed what Paimon wanted to do, stepping back together with them.

Paimon looked around and saw what he wanted. He raised his hand and, from the ceiling, a glass sphere the size of a huge disco ball descended and went straight to his hand.

Channeling its energy, Paimon had already done what needed to be done. "A spar with him." Paimon said as he pointed behind them.

As expected, as soon as the two turned around, they saw a person clad in light like that of the sun. His long, silky gold hair cascaded down to his back. Four flaming wings adorned his back while he held in front of him a long flaming sword. But, difficult from his aggressive form, his face had that of the most amiable look as he gazed at the two.

Azazel, when he saw the person, had a shocked look on his face. Samyaza, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. "Shamsiel.." They blurted out at the same time.

The angel named Shamsiel smiled even more at the mention of his name, "It has been a long time, Brother Azazel. You too, Brother Samyaza."

Azazel and Samyaza were going to rush and hug Shamsiel when Paimon stopped them. "Why?" Azazel asked begrudgingly, having their dramatic meeting halted.

"I summoned him to spar, remember?" Paimon smirked. "You can't do that!" The two Awakens yelled in anger.

"I can." Paimon said 'as-a-matter-of-fact'. "He would be maintained here as long as I enable him to, and vice versa."

"Do not worry, I will let you have your catching up after." Paimon added to affirmate the two.