When his physical body melted and his flesh was broken down, Su'er's consciousness became clear the moment he was liberated in his coma. It was impossible to describe how tiny this moment of time was. In this short gap of time, in this place where countless spirits made up the origin of all things, Su'er easily saw the miracle he and Think and the God of Suspicion had deduced countless times, the one he had deluded for more than a decade, day and night—the Suniaster.
It was an existence like light itself, with a faint outline of a pentagram polyhedron, yet it was also a star-shaped regular dodecahedron. It seemed to exist at a single point in this sea of spirits, but it also seemed to be dispersed and existed everywhere... or even did not exist at all.
The so-called Suniaster was essentially a conceptual device with absolute control, and also a container for omnipotent power.
Su'er was already in the Spirit Corridor.
The origin of all things, the flow of all things. The God's Cores of all races, including the Old Deus, were born from the Spirit Corridor... but they could not return after they were born—unless they were completely dead and turned into the purest spirits.
This sacred and pure land, so pure that it did not contain a single impurity, should not have been contaminated by any outsider. However, at this moment, a different thing had truly mixed in, like a small stone in millet. It was not visible at a glance, but it could not be ignored.
The will carried by the flesh and blood that had been mixed in for more than a decade and assimilated by Su'er had always existed here, connecting with each other, one layer overlapping with another.
From the beginning, he knew that his power was weak, only to the extent that it would be broken by the strong races' own spirits. However, after a long period of accumulation, this weakness had already woven a huge net. Unconsciously, it had scattered everywhere in this sea of origin, inseparable.
Each will, when taken out alone, was weak. However, when they were all gathered together, they were twisted into the most powerful force. In this Spirit Corridor, which had no distinction of space or time, these connected wills turned into Su'er's body, condensing into his arms and palms.
Floating in front of the Suniaster, which had not yet fully appeared and existed yet did not exist, Su'er quietly watched every single pattern on this legendary device.
"...Finally..." he muttered to himself. Su'er's voice couldn't stop trembling, and even his hand reaching out to the Suniaster was trembling. He wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare to.
The faces and voices of every sacrificed human being appeared one after another in front of his eyes. It was not just a false illusion. These heroes of all mankind were now part of Su'er's body. They were shouting, they were zealous, celebrating everything that was about to be born.
"...It was all worth it..."
If everyone's consciousness was still there, they would surely cheer without any complaints, right?
The corners of his mouth suddenly curled into a mischievous smile. Su'er finally mustered the courage to reach out his hand. His fingertips passed through the illusory phantom of the Suniaster, but nothing happened.
"Ah~, I almost forgot... After all, you haven't appeared yet~" He gave a fake smile and turned his head to look at the direction above, as if he was talking to the void. "So~ God of War?"
"I'm going to take it away~—your victory."
As Su'er's words fell, in the next instant, the fingertips that had passed through the Suniaster phantom but nothing happened suddenly emitted a dazzling and piercing light. This light was spreading rapidly. Even in the Spirit Corridor, which was a sea of light, it was particularly conspicuous and then completely took over everything.
My name is Su'er, Su'er Dola Nilvalen. I am a human.
It doesn't matter that the Suniaster has not yet appeared. When I am here, as long as I want to—I am the Suniaster.
The so-called Old Deus are God's Cores that meet the activation conditions through prayer and desire, which means they have gained the concept of "me." So, from this moment on, the Suniaster is my God's Core, the will named Su'er becomes the "me" of the Suniaster, the Spirit Corridor will be my blood, the entire planet is my body, the changing weather is my mood, the blowing wind is my breath, and the direction the world moves in is the future I long for.
My name is Su'er, Su'er Dola Nilvalen. I am a human, and at the same time, I am a newly appointed One True God.
Just a profession, not a race.
Taking this step forward, when I appear in the real world, I want this war, which has lasted for countless years and caused countless pains and sorrows, to end now.
In the name of the One True God.
The shattered planet was reshaped, and the rules of all things were established. The stars that were destroyed in the distant past were re-lit in the universe. With the pulse of the planet as a node, every breath of Su'er changed the entire world, and all things rotated according to his will.
He only needed to slightly lower his head to see the city made of countless white blocks. At the edge of that huge palace, a sturdy figure was standing. Eighteen wings were excitedly spread. It was the God of War, Artosh, whom Su'er had never talked to or met before.
There was no loss or regret of missing the position of the One True God in his golden-yellow glowing eyes. The fire of fighting spirit that was beating only showed excitement. After being slightly stunned, Su'er understood what the God of War was thinking.
The strongest in this world, who would never be defeated, finally announced his end today. What awaited the God of War Artosh was the unknown journey of a weakling challenging the strong. Such a journey might even last forever, but he would not feel fear or disappointment. Artosh had thrown the boring life of the past behind him in an instant. He was already looking forward to the future.
Constantly tempering himself, constantly improving himself, and enjoying the fun of becoming stronger and fighting. For the God of War who had been waiting for this time for countless years, was there any better life than this?
If he could find a way to break free from the restraints.
Just as an Old Deus cannot create a stone they cannot lift, the God of War, who was born in the Spirit Corridor, naturally could not break through the upper limit of that power. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to first break through the rule of not harming each other that was set by the One True God who had just been born.
Otherwise, this God of War would probably have already charged towards Su'er in the sky.
Hmm... I'm sure he would enjoy the thrill of breaking through a difficult situation, right?
After just giving Artosh a friendly nod, he shifted his gaze. The situation of power skyrocketing and becoming uncontrollable did not happen to Su'er at all. The One True God was synonymous with being omnipotent. However, even with such power that made the entire planet and all races roll in his palm, it did not make Su'er feel too much joy.
The power that existed in the entire universe was nothing more than a drop of water that accidentally dripped from a cup to him at this moment. And in front of Su'er, who was power itself, whether it was time or space, or even metaphysical causality, had all become meaningless. They were just rules used to restrain ordinary people.
He easily twisted time to revive the lives that had died in this war. However, even with such power that would make people fear if it would cause a paradox, there were still things that he could not do—even if he reshaped their bodies and reversed time, those people who were assimilated by Su'er's flesh and blood and completely lost their own will could not come back.
They still fanatically followed Su'er. Even if they greeted him and talked like they did in his memory, it was only because Su'er wanted to see it. They were already like true puppets.
He thought this weak power could not be removed even with the power of the One True God. But the moment Su'er became the One True God, he clearly felt something breaking away from his body, like a rope tied around his waist being cut. And when he followed this strange feeling with his gaze, even with the perspective of the One True God, he could only see a few lingering traces before it disappeared.
It was like the end of an octopus's tentacle but magnified a few hundred times. There were patterns on it that made no sense, and it also seemed to be densely covered with faces that had their mouths wide open. In the blink of an eye, it was drawn from this universe, leaving no trace behind.
Was that the culprit who sent him to this unfamiliar and cold world?
What kind of secret was behind him?
He tried to track it down but failed. When Su'er used the great power of the One True God to perceive the entire world, he was shocked to find that as he used the Suniaster as his God's Core, an invisible feeling was connecting him to everything in the world.
Fortunately, under his extreme suppression, this change could be ignored for now, at least until he was done with what was in front of him.
Staring at the faces in front of him that clearly belonged to the people he knew, but every single expression was identical, Su'er sighed deeply. In the next moment, he extended his hand, and as he moved, the people standing in front of him also turned into countless tiny specks of light, undulating and surrounding him.
Following Su'er, the specks of light that these people had turned into also watched every single change on the planet that was bursting with life.
"Do you still remember what you said?"
"To be born into this world without any intentions, to live without any meaning and to endure humiliation, but to die with meaning and in a cool way, there is nothing better than this, and nothing more free..."
While reshaping the mountains and rivers and creating a world that was no longer a bunch of craters and marks from cutting, Su'er muttered softly, as if he was talking to the people who were no longer beside him.
Those were the words that the people who had sworn to follow him and were willing to sacrifice their lives to make humanity stand in this world had enthusiastically shouted out, supporting them as they moved forward.
"You did it... All of this was made possible because of your efforts and sacrifices... You are the well-deserved heroes of all humanity, the heroes of all races who yearn for the end of the war..."
Even though he had become the One True God, Su'er's words still carried a hint of a tremor. The crystal tears that fell from the corners of his eyes were a tribute to the people who had accompanied him all along.
It was also a lament for not being able to see their real smiles again.
The human children who nervously and curiously crawled out of their hiding holes, feeling the sunlight by stepping on the lush green grass under the guidance of Couronne and Nonna, and carefully sniffing the fragrance of the flowers; the Siren who swam from the dark deep sea to the surface, happily playing in the clear and azure sea; the Dwarfs who were staring blankly at the world on the ground that looked as if it had been taken over by the long-ears...
That most naive curiosity that existed between all races and in the hearts of all living beings was taken into Su'er's heart. His words were not yet finished.
"...This is the world we finally achieved with our fragile human bodies, with our wisdom and the help of our friends..."
"Go," Su'er said with his arms spread out and his eyes closed. "Be reborn as humans again, have your own lives again, and grow up in this beautiful world and enjoy a beautiful life... Go..."
With Su'er's words, the tiny specks of light that had been transformed into the purest spirits by Su'er and should not have had their own will, trembled slightly, as if they were responding to Su'er's words. In the next moment, they fell to the entire earth and returned to the Spirit Corridor, waiting for the tomorrow that Su'er had promised.
Yes, in front of the races that could manipulate spirits to create heaven and earth, humanity was undoubtedly fragile. However, every single will, when connected together, paved the way for the entire race to move forward.
No longer confused, no longer humiliated, but living with pride and their heads held high.
Without a long life, our lives are as short as a sigh. Our tears and our worries are insignificant in front of other races. Even when we come into this world, we don't know where we will be buried.
If we can't avoid death in the end, then we will use all our strength to live to our life's limit. We hold on to everything to exhaust it all, and when we reach the end of our lives, when we look back at the long life we have walked, we will laugh loudly and mock the lives who thought they were high and mighty.
We will engrave the most arrogant epitaph on our tombstones—we fooled everything.
Laughing wantonly, when everything settles, we will watch the embarrassed faces of those guys who thought they were in the clouds, manipulating everything and playing with the lives of others at will, and then we will properly ask them a question—Can't a human do it?
Yes, we can. And we don't need anyone else's charity for this victory. We will take it ourselves.
To release the most dazzling fire in the shortest life. The countless fires gathered together can light up the entire world. To create the greatest value with the most minuscule life, and not to leave any regrets.
Vivre à en crever.