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Creation and Destruction were different from other laws.
Due to their vastness, they had rudimentary consciousness that allowed them to pick and choose who had the right to wield them.
It was impossible to forcefully wield them. No matter how much one tried, one wouldn't be able to achieve results worth the effort.
The Saint Emperor…he both met the qualifications for both elements and didn't.
His insanity and lack of identity made him heavily unequaled for utilizing their full potential, and as a person, he was neither close to Creation nor Destruction.
However, during his lifetime, he'd spent countless millions of years both aiding with the creation of different societies and their destruction.
That was how he lived for the sake of entertainment.
The two laws were unbiased. Laws didn't differentiate between good and evil, worthy and unworthy. As long as one had the qualifications, it was entirely possible to use them no matter the morals one lived by.
The Saint Emperor didn't begin as someone either eleven would have accepted.
When he first achieved them, he forcefully comprehended them and used them without gaining acknowledgment.
However, if there was one thing he had more than anyone else, it was time.
He intentionally raised both the Nox and the universal forces with his hidden hands for the sake of gaining acknowledgement from Creation.
He gave new societies life and fostered their growth, he created new religions that rose and fell, he built monuments and manmade wonders, and did countless acts aligned with the art of Creation.
And naturally, he led them all to their destruction. They were flawed to begin with, created with the purpose of being destroyed.
Eventually, the Saint Emperor gained control over the laws he wanted, but their form…
Their form was twisted beyond belief to match his person.
When he summoned Creation Law against Damien, it wasn't the pure and almost holy law he was used to.
It was convoluted, blood-red, and held energy that felt beyond foreign.
What the Saint Emperor summoned through Creation was something Damien never thought possible.
As he said, he created an embodiment of the "weight" of Damien's existence.
No, it was an embodiment of his identity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA massive avatar, roughly ten kilometers tall, that had the appearance of an illusory Saint Emperor.
However, it also held qualities of Damien.
It was a mixture of their persons, and unlike the material law Damien utilized, it was wholly involved in the conceptual aspects of Creation.
"Damien Void, pay close attention," the Saint Emperor said.
The avatar stepped forward.
"Experience it, understand it, and overcome it."
VOOOOOOOOOOM!
That step held great power. It did not affect reality in any way whatsoever, however, Damien felt an ethereal wave of energy push through his body.
"KHHH…!"
His mind immediately began to collapse. He was assaulted by memories from the Saint Emperor's life and memories from his own, which merged into a single stream of recollection that caused agonizing dissonance in Damien's mind.
VOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The avatar took another step.
This time, Damien faced himself.
His own Legend crashed down on his soul, this time outside of his control.
He felt what it was like to face him as a regular being.
And truly, he understood why he was so feared by those Demigods before he ascended.
He understood why they gave him titles like Divine Reaper.
Damien's Legend was massive.
He accomplished so many impossible tasks that if he gave one away to each of his friends, he could raise them all to Divine status with his own effort alone and still have enough left for him to maintain his own power.
His Legend was something a normal person could never experience in their life, especially in such a short period of a few decades.
Damien possessed this Divinity, so logically speaking, it shouldn't have been able to affect him greatly, but logic didn't apply to the Saint Emperor.
He "created" a mirror of that Legend, and when he added his own Legend into it, the newly formed creation was far beyond what Damien could handle.
His soul screamed in pain, but the Authority of Immortality made sure it wouldn't shatter.
The effect was beneficial, however, it also made his pain far worse.
After all, this was his own Legend. The pain was amplified to an extent no other attack could ever reach.
Damien gritted his teeth and endured it.
As the Saint Emperor said, he internalized the pain and tried to comprehend the processes behind this use of Creation Law.
Unlike Iris, Damien never spent the time to become close to Creation. He allowed its proficiency to be raised by its connection with Destruction and his Cosmic Rebirth, mainly using it in battle in the most basic way.
This was a level above creating energy.
This was truly manifesting concepts that had no place in reality, only existing in the mind and soul.
'It's a level close to genesis.'
If the Saint Emperor practiced this a bit more, he would likely gain the ability to truly create life.
VOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The avatar stepped forward once more. It was only a single step away from Damien, and if it reached him, nothing good would come of it.
'I have to figure this out.'
The Saint Emperor watched him quietly.
He didn't have any intention to continue attacking, as if he was certain Damien would never be able to reach his level before the avatar reached him.
Damien used the full height of his comprehension, boosted to an extreme level by his Cosmic Rebirth.
He immediately found an opening.
'Right, I can already transmute energy to any form.'
His "energy" that had no name, one he'd prefer not to call Void Energy for the sake of his sanity, could transmute into any form of energy in existence.
He didn't use Divine Energy as a base, but turned his energy into it for the sake of utilizing something the universe could properly support.
If he used that process to understand how to "create" energy, then he could also find a way to manifest his thoughts.
'It's just like what I did before.'
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDamien manifested his imagination, but he used material concepts to do so.
If he took away the last step and genuinely brought his imagination into reality…
VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The avatar took its last step. It towered over Damien, raising its arm slowly.
Damien watched its hand come down on his head, but instead of dodging or trying to fight it…
He stood there and waited for it to strike him.
The impact was…
He couldn't explain it.
His soul shook. His mind was thrown into spiritual chaos. The forces in his body were enveloped by disorder.
But at the same time, he began to understand it.
'This avatar has nothing to do with "me."'
"Damien Void" had no presence within it.
'That is not me, but the reflection of me within the Saint Emperor.'
The confusion brought about by the avatar was caused by its ability to use his Legend, to manifest something the Saint Emperor shouldn't have had any access to.
However, when Damien felt the avatar's true attack, he grasped the truth.
This avatar was entirely the Saint Emperor's being. Those words about the "weight of his existence" were bait, meant to mislead him.
"The weight of my existence…"
Damien muttered the phrase.
To fight against something like this, no, to comprehend this concept, he had to manifest the true weight of his existence.
VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A new avatar came into being behind Damien.
It was not convoluted like the Saint Emperor's. It was not a strange mixture of forces that didn't make any sense. It did not embody chaos.
It was the true manifestation of a Legend, the Legend of Damien Void.
The Saint Emperor smiled. His expression was proud as he gazed at its domineering form.
"Good," he said, too quietly for Damien to hear.
"Grow like that, for only then can you survive your ."