The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Meanwhile, in the Chaos Star Land, Nero eagerly watched as Mira advanced to the Tier 10 realm.

"So fast!" Nero muttered in admiration.

From Tier 0 to Tier 10, it only took Mira tens of thousands of years!

While he was still building his foundation in the Tier 8 realm, Mira was already about to break through to Tier 10.

As the erupting aura subsided, he saw Mira slowly step out of her room.

"Congratulations… you've advanced!" Nero smiled.

For his only friend, he felt no jealousy, only happiness for her progress.

But as he looked into Mira's eyes, a strange feeling crept over him.

"You… Are you M-Mira?"

Everything about her was the same, her mana signature, her soul signature, even her origin, yet something felt different. Something was off.

"It's me," Mira said gently, carrying a voice filled with authority.

"What happened?" Nero asked, still in disbelief.

"I'm still me. I just regained my memories."

Advancing to the Tier 10 realm, Mira had recovered most of what she had lost—her skills, abilities, knowledge, and, more importantly, the reason she had chosen to reincarnate in the Aeon Plane.

As she gazed at Nero, she felt conflicted.

Through the tens of thousands of years they had spent together, her past self had developed deep emotions for him.

She wanted to erase these emotions, severing the ties they had, but in trying so, it was like trying to drain the ocean dry.

Without advancing to a higher realm, one that would grant her complete control over her core of origin, the man before her was an obstacle she had to physically eliminate.

Meanwhile, Nero processed her words, feeling both dumbfounded and enlightened.

Now, it all made sense. Why was Mira so different? Why was she so powerful?

Everything he had once questioned finally clicked into place.

"What do you want to do now?"

Even though Mira had regained her memories and changed in some way, she was still his friend.

He wanted to help her, no matter what.

"I just need you to die…" Mira said gently, waving her hand.

Clang~

Like an egg hitting a stone, her attack met an indestructible barrier.

"Kill me? Why?" Nero asked casually.

He wasn't particularly shocked. Based on her tone, he could tell Mira wanted to sever all karma and connections she had to focus on her goal.

"It seems your father cares for you very much," Mira sighed, not attempting another attack.

Her strike had been anything but simple. Weak as it was, it had mobilized the power beyond the Aeon Plane.

Yet, looking at the solid barrier protecting Nero, it didn't even cause a ripple,

"Hahaha, our family is loving. Of course, we protect each other," Nero laughed in irony, realizing he couldn't keep Mira by his side.

"What's your plan? Maybe I can help you…" he asked again.

Although weak, with his unique physique and the backing of the Shadowcrest family, he was confident he could help Mira to whatever is her goal.

"You can't. I don't even know what I'm looking for…" Mira sighed.

She had chosen to reincarnate in the Aeon Plane after glimpsing a vision of the future.

In that unknown timeline, the Dark Disaster had spread through the Planar Chaos Void Region, expanding to multiple planes.

With their infinite numbers and the ability to corrupt and devour everything, the dark disaster had pushed them to the brink of collapse.

Even as one of the most powerful Tier 13 Chaos Overlords, Mira had been forced to her knees, drowning in endless slaughter and despair.

The Dark Beasts were not part of some conspiracy orchestrated by a hidden force.

They were a natural disaster—an unstoppable calamity meant to reset everything in the Chaotic Void.

To destroy the old order and rebuild anew, they existed solely to erase every conscious being in chaos.

Unwilling to be wiped out of existence, Mira searched everywhere for a spark of hope.

From warning the top ruling forces of the planar chaotic void region, forming her faction, and even wandering endlessly, seeking a place to escape to.

Unfortunately, she met failure after failure.

Although those various forces took notice of the Dark Beasts, they did not see them as an actual threat.

Instead, they viewed them as an opportunity, another crisis to exploit for their own expansion.

Forming her group proved just as futile.

Though she was powerful, her influence was nothing compared to the top forces.

Unable to recruit anyone truly competent, she turned her attention to escape.

The Chaotic Void was endless. Beyond the Planar Chaotic Void Region, where all planes and conscious beings resided, lay the infinite lifeless boundaries of the Chaotic Void.

No Chaos Overlord had ever traversed those depths and returned to tell the tale of what lay on the other side.

Even the Dark Beasts were said to have come from another Chaotic Void region, migrating after destroying their previous one.

Choosing that path, Mira spent trillions of epochs traveling in a straight line, hoping to escape to the other side.

But the solitude was unbearable.

The loneliness, the darkness, the unrelenting chaos—it was a torment worse than even death.

In the end, she returned to the Planar Chaotic Void Region, forced to find another way.

Fortunately, she possessed a plane-level ability, the Plane of Balance.

She knew that in every moment of despair, there was an equally powerful hope waiting to be found.

If she could tip the scales even slightly, the Planar Chaotic Void Region might have a chance to repel the Dark Beasts' advancement.

Using the last remnants of her life's power, Mira pushed her physique to its absolute limit, searching for even the faintest spark that could change their course of destruction.

Finally, after exhausting all her strength, she found it—the Aeon Plane.

A place that held the key to survival.

With the last of her power, she chose to reincarnate, determined to support and protect this final spark of hope, giving it a chance to grow.

Now, with her memories restored, she had no time to waste.

She had to find that spark—whether it was a person, a place, or something else entirely.

Turning to Nero, Mira sighed.

"Mira, I—"

"No need to say another word. If we are fated, we will meet again."

Without another glance, she turned her back and left, setting off on her journey toward survival.