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Since the birth of humans, creatures proliferated, and the Chaos Terrain seemed to suddenly come to life.

The conflicts among the gods appeared to be alleviated; they turned their attention to the myriad of lives, especially the humans surrounding Mount of the Gods, who attracted the most notice.

With the knowledge learned from the Dreamscape, the inherently intelligent Golden Humanity, as if given an unfair advantage, divided professions, built cities, and rapidly widened the gap between themselves and other human communities.

In just a few hundred years, they transformed from savagery to civilization; even if they had only positive emotions by nature, primitive city-states might have already emerged.

Among the gods were wise beings who guessed the source of it all, but they did not care. No matter what purpose the Lord of the Spirit Realm had in spreading knowledge, they too benefited from it.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard the other way around. Exquisite trinkets and luxurious garments—once accustomed to the various creations of humans, the gods could never again do without them.

In such an environment, the eldest son of the Ancient Sea God and the daughter of the Ocean Deity Sovereign, Doris, united. The disputes among sea gods seemed to have a tendency to pause. But in the heavens of Chaos, another conflict was brewing.

With the support of the Divine King, the God of Meteorology, Crius, who recently advanced to possess strong divine powers, ordered his son Ra to rally a group of Gods of Stars. They no longer obeyed Hyperion’s commands but revered the master of Mount Othrys instead.

The God of Sun was enraged; he wanted to retaliate with war, given that the Gods of Stars could leave, but as territorial gods representing celestial bodies, they still hung in the night sky. However, as Coeus and Phoebe were invited to Mount of the Gods, tranquility was restored once again.

The situation became a stalemate, with only their children occasionally battling in the starry vault.

Until this day, in front of the seldom-visited Nether Moon, a familiar hemline appeared all of a sudden.

“Princess Nyx, it has been many years since we last met, how have you been recently?”

The cool moonlight shone through the Underworld, just as Laine always gazed at the earth. He appeared right outside the Nether Moon the moment he sensed the presence of the Lady of Night.

More than a thousand years ago, when he actively sowed the Dreamscape, Laine knew that this day would come. After all, in the original trajectory, the God of Sleep and Thanatos were True Gods that Nyx conceived alone; setting Death aside, Sleep is the rest of the soul and also the rest of the body, similar to “Life.” Laine’s absorption of “Sleep” was not complete.

If incomplete, it would be discovered. Nyx could easily perceive that the Divine Child she conceived lacked half of its Godhood, and the corresponding power had long since flowed into the Spirit Realm.

Of course, Laine certainly wouldn’t admit that he had been plotting from the start.

“Unlike Mother Earth, you rarely venture out, Your Highness.”

“Heh, you’re putting on quite the act. What, ‘The Foreseer’ can also play innocent?”

Nyx scoffed, and just like thousands of years ago, her words were no less impolite.

However, for this homebody Ancient God, Laine, nevertheless, had a high tolerance. Partly because he couldn’t beat her, and partly because, although The Dark Overlord was cordial and polite the last time, he still found the Lady of Night to be more ‘real’.

The intuition of the Sovereign of Spirits is still worth trusting.

“What words are these,” thus, Laine said with a smile: “Peering into fate also requires power, and as a Primordial God who governs Destined affairs, unless you allow it yourself, no one can see the fate related to you.”

“Perhaps there’s been some misunderstanding, why not talk about it?”

As Nyx’s gaze swept across Laine’s face, her expression did not change, but her heart was slightly shaken.

In the domain of “Destiny,” there was little that could escape her perception. Whether or not Laine could see the future related to her wasn’t something she was entirely sure of, but even if he could, Nyx would definitely sense it.

Prophecy is the observation and anchoring of Destiny, and the Lady of Night herself symbolizes Destiny. The rationale is clear, but this doesn’t affect her stance.

No matter whether or not this matter involved Laine, she temporarily assumed it did; after all, in Chaos, no one could take advantage of her for free.

“You’ve absorbed the concept of ‘Death,’ haven’t you?”

Gazing at the coldness beneath Nyx’s veil, Laine nodded nonchalantly and said, “That did happen, though it was merely an accident.”

“After I created the beings of the Spirit Realm, I found that unlike the gods, although they were conscious, they were not immortal. So I accelerated time and orchestrated Chaos’s first death.”

“Since then, the Source Power of ‘Death’ has been linked to the Spirit Realm. However, I must say, ‘Death’ is pitifully weak, incapable of sustaining even a god with weak divine power.”

This was a lie.

The absorption of the Source Power of ‘Death’ was clearly no accident, but the latter half of the statement was true.

Compared to ‘Life,’ ‘Death’ was practically non-existent. In other mythologies, the god of death is often one of the baseline figures, with potential to be one of the top Ancient Gods, but this was not the case in Chaos.

Here, Death was merely a third-rate bystander, playing a role akin to the ‘black and white impermanence,’ unable to decide when mortal beings should die, and their souls had little to do with him.

In this world, the physical death of a being fell under the realm of ‘Destiny,’ subordinate to ‘Fate.’ The end of a life was due to it being destined to die, the string of fate snapping, not due to the exhaustion of life or the transformation of life to death.

The later Moirai symbolized this kind of ‘destined death.’ One was the weaver of the thread of life, one determined its length, and one was the cutter of the thread. Their collective name was not the ‘Three Gods of Death’ but the ‘Three Fates.’

As for the soul, Laine could indeed ascertain that there were a few laws of ‘Death.’

“Fine, I’ll assume it was an accident for now.”

At his side, Nyx did not care about what Laine had said. She just continued to inquire: “What about ‘Dreamscape’ and ‘Sleep’ then?”

“What, were those also accidents?”

Faced with the lady of the night’s questioning, Laine merely smiled slightly but did not rush to answer. Instead, he asked:

“The Spirit Realm cannot absorb Source Power that already has corresponding gods, so this should not be within your domain, madam.

“Since it is unrelated to you, but you have sought me out nonetheless, it must be that you were supposed to be called by the world to give birth to offspring corresponding to these domains.”

Faced with Laine’s precise ‘speculation,’ if it were not for controlling Destiny, Nyx would have suspected that he had somehow prophesied her own future. But now, she could only ‘glare’ at Laine, unsure of what to say.

However, with the Genesis Artifact, the ‘Nyx Black Dress,’ almost no more than thirty percent of her ‘glare’s’ intensity was conveyed.

“Heh, it seems my guess wasn’t off the mark.”

“So tell me, could it be that Princess Nyx is very intrigued by the idea of ‘progeny burgeon from the prime body’ and that is why you have come to bother me?”

“From our last conversation, I thought you and Lord Erebus were quite averse to it, not at all wishing for the prime body to bring you unexpected—”

“Enough!” Nyx interrupted coldly. But perhaps because of her naturally ethereal tone, Laine couldn’t detect much harshness.

“Regardless of whether I like it or not, you’ve done these things. Since you have taken the corresponding powers, you must also solve the troubles that come with them for me.”

“Troubles?” Now Laine was genuinely surprised.

He had thought the lady of the night was purely on a mission to reprimand him, but it turned out she needed a solution to some trouble.

After a moment of thought, Laine decided to listen; he also wanted to know what trouble it was that she couldn’t solve.