NOVEL WEB Chapter 37: EVIL OBJECTS
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Half a day later, Ryan returned to the core of the spiritual world.
The sacred mountain of Sinaia remained as serene as ever. Apart from Ryan and the first-generation spiritual angels he had created, no other life dared approach it. The seven-quarter moon cast its silvery light upon the land, giving the area an ethereal resemblance to the realm of eternal night.
Unlike the domain of the Lord of Darkness, the realm of Lady Night was not devoid of light. Eternal night, as it existed, was a harmonious dance of shadow and faint illumination.
"Evil spirit... no, it's more fitting to call it an 'evil entity.'"
Although Iclipps was a pure spiritual being, its construction—directly fused with the source power—hinted at a potential beyond spirit bodies alone.
Ryan dismissed Lyanna, who had come to greet him, with a casual wave before settling onto his throne in the Temple of Erath. His gaze rested on Iclipps, its form invisible and erratic, a swirling embodiment of chaotic energy. Despite its unstable nature, Ryan felt a sense of satisfaction.
The concept of creating beings with immense power in such a short time was remarkably efficient. Other gods could not achieve this, as entities fused with the source of chaos lacked reason. Their thoughts were pure disorder, and even their creators struggled to control them.
But Ryan was different. As the master of source power and the architect of the spiritual world, he could impose his will upon these creations in ways no other deity could.
"Gaia birthed Typhon to defy Zeus and demonstrate her strength," Ryan mused, tapping the armrest of his throne. "Perhaps I should leave two ancient horrors atop Mount Olympus. Let's see how the god-king deals with them."
He chuckled softly at the thought, imagining Zeus's reaction to such a declaration of power.
The path to cultivating gods demanded time and patience. Even with a potent priesthood, the accumulation of divine power required both potential and perseverance. In contrast, these "evil entities" were born fully realized, like the hundred-handed giants of legend, at the peak of their strength from the moment of creation.
However, there was one flaw: their connection to the chaotic source made them inherently rejected by the laws of the world.
The origin of chaos was a remnant—a fragment cast aside during the "legislation" of the world's order. Even when fused with other elements, its chaotic essence caused the world itself to suppress its creations.
As a result, these entities could not remain in the mortal world for long without being isolated from the laws of reality. Only specific regions, such as the underworld's edge, the ocean's farthest reaches, the sky's end, or the domains of the three primordial gods, could accommodate their presence.
"Evil beings in the spiritual world, wandering nightmares, born of chaos and order... this is becoming increasingly intriguing," Ryan murmured. "Perhaps, in ages to come, mortals will see the depths of the spiritual world as a forbidden land haunted by gods of madness."
Shaking his head with a wry smile, he dismissed the thought.
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With a wave of his hand, Ryan cast Iclipps into the fifth layer of the spiritual world.
A spiritual entity of its caliber—its power rivaling that of true gods—would naturally prefer the chaotic expanses of the deeper spiritual world over the constrictive bounds of the shallower levels. For beings like Iclipps, the first and second layers felt stifling, as if their essence was being restrained.
This "narrowness" was not a matter of physical space but of spiritual freedom. In the shallow layers, an uncontrolled entity like Iclipps would wreak havoc simply by existing, its power a constant threat to non-divine beings. For now, Ryan saw no reason to let it roam freely.
The deeper layers, particularly the fifth and sixth, were more suitable. Even if Iclipps wandered for millennia, its lack of intelligence and the chaotic nature of those realms meant it might never stray far from where it started.
After handling the matter of his latest creation, Ryan turned his attention to the Creation Codex.
The brass-bound tome now bore more intricate patterns upon its surface—manifestations of the world's rules etched into its very being. Though its physical thickness had not changed, Ryan knew its "pages" had increased by nearly one-third.
Following the "legislation," the artifact had reached its full potential. It no longer needed to remain within the spiritual world's source power pool. Instead, it had become one of the spiritual world's cores, assisting Ryan in organizing its laws and channeling its source power.
The artifact's influence was profound:
The spiritual world's order and stability had grown by over 30%.
Externally, its expansion accelerated significantly.
Internally, the suppression of intruders had intensified, making it nearly impossible for beings below the level of true gods to enter without dire consequences.
Ryan's lips curved into a satisfied smile. With this artifact, he could dominate lesser beings with ease, relying on the spiritual world's laws rather than his direct intervention.
"Though the Creation Codex isn't an offensive artifact, its auxiliary power is unparalleled," Ryan noted. "If I had something more combat-oriented, I wouldn't need to rely on circumstance to subdue beings like Hyperion."
The god of light had been forced into submission due to a perfect alignment of timing, terrain, and strategy. Ryan knew that his current divine power—level 12—was insufficient to challenge most deities directly. Hyperion's surrender had been as much about circumstance as strength.
"At least this gives me time," Ryan mused. "Once I fully absorb the source power of Chaos Flame, perhaps I can forge a true weapon. Zeus has his Thunderbolt, Cronus has his sickle... I should have a weapon of my own, one that embodies my authority."
His gaze drifted toward the swirling chaos of the spiritual world.
"Let's hope I can finish before Cronus's eldest daughter comes into play. The power of Fire is immense—mastering it won't be easy."
Ryan sighed, returning to his task.
Unlike Zeus, who spent his days abusing power or chasing mortal women, Ryan had been consumed by his work since the spiritual world's inception. Free time was a luxury he rarely enjoyed.
Even so, he could not afford to slow down. When the children of Chaos emerged, the age of easy victories would come to an end.
For now, Ryan resolved to seize every opportunity, carving out his dominion one step at a time.
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