Chapter 114: SPREAD THE WORD

"The Book of the Abyss..." Le Von Dia quietly muttered, staring at the newly created scripture.

"Now that I think about it, the Entity told us about the foreign players..." His eyes narrowed as he recalled the strange encounter he had experienced before. "So the one that talked to me back then is also the same? I mean, he must be. After all, they had the same feeling."

He remained silent for a moment, staring toward the distant world below them. "There is also a possibility that the Entity will do the same to other planets..." A faint smile slowly appeared across his face. "I can’t wait."

He shook his head and pushed the thought aside before floating through the air. "Now, let’s set those thoughts aside."

The Pantheons had already discussed what would happen next. The old Pantheons had explained that this was the point where they would officially reveal themselves to the civilizations below, finally allowing their presence to become known and beginning the age of religion.

"Tsk..." Le Von Dia clicked his tongue.

"I still want to kill all humans, despite all of this."

His gaze suddenly shifted toward a distant settlement. A demon stood in the middle of it, his body trembling with rage as he violently swung the weapon in his hands. Each strike smashed through another structure, sending pieces of wood and stone flying across the settlement as frightened inhabitants fled in every direction.

One swing tore through the side of a house, causing the entire structure to collapse inward. Another struck the ground with enough force to send debris rolling across the dirt, while the demon continued attacking without even looking at what he destroyed.

Le Von Dia watched the scene silently.

Then, a small smile appeared on his face. The sight strangely reminded him of something from his childhood.

He remembered being much younger, running around his old home without a care in the world. One careless step had caused him to slip, and in the chaos that followed, he had accidentally knocked over part of the structure and ended up destroying a section of his own home.

He had been terrified at first. But the memory had eventually become one of the funniest moments of his childhood.

"Hahaha..." Le Von Dia let out a quiet laugh as the memory returned to him.

He looked back toward the demon.

"This individual shall be rewarded for making me remember such a fun memory."

His smile widened slightly.

Perhaps destruction truly did have its own form of beauty.

On the other side of the world, an elven man stood upon the edge of a towering cliff, overlooking the lands below.

"Stupid..."

His expression was filled with disgust.

"I cannot help but be disgusted by how they act as if nothing happened when the enemy is standing right in front of us."

His hands tightened into fists as he watched the civilizations below continue their ordinary lives. Farmers worked their fields, merchants traveled between settlements, and warriors trained without realizing that dangers could eventually emerge from beyond their world.

"They are completely unaware."

Ragnir’s anger continued to build.

"But I cannot fight them..." He slowly looked down at his own hands.

"Yet. At least, not for now."

He took a deep breath before raising his head toward the horizon.

"I shall train harder."

His eyes burned with determination.

"And I will make those worthless humans obey me."

He suddenly spread his arms as the wind swept through his hair.

"The God of Pride..."

His voice echoed across the cliff.

"THE GOD OF PRIDE!" Ragnir burst into laughter as he looked over the horizon, already imagining the day when the world would recognize his name.

Elsewhere, a red-haired girl silently watched an elven woman training inside the basement of a large house.

The woman moved carefully, repeatedly swinging a sword through the empty air. Her movements were still rough, but there was clear determination behind every strike.

The red-haired girl remained hidden as she observed her.

After watching for several moments, she realized what was happening.

"She’s training in secret..."

The girl continued watching as the woman eventually stopped to catch her breath.

Footsteps suddenly sounded from above. The woman immediately hid the sword.

A moment later, her parents entered the room, and from their conversation, it became clear that they did not approve of their daughter learning how to fight with a weapon.

The red-haired girl’s expression slowly darkened.

"Even in this timeline..."

Her hand clenched into a fist.

"Women are still viewed as inferior to males."

She remained silent for several seconds before slowly releasing her fist.

"In this world..." A strange smile appeared on her face. "Make the women obey the proud males."

Far away, Trias stood among a peaceful settlement, watching families gather around their homes.

"Let the world flourish..."

She gently placed one hand over the other.

"And let every mother be granted a blessing."

Her expression softened as she watched a mother carrying her child. "In this timeline, I shall punish those who refuse to raise their children."

Her voice remained gentle, yet there was an unmistakable authority behind it.

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The different Pantheons began moving across the world.

They did not immediately reveal themselves to everyone. Instead, they observed the civilizations they had been assigned to influence, searching through countless individuals for those whose personalities, beliefs, ambitions, and experiences aligned with their teachings.

Some searched for warriors. Others searched for scholars.

Some sought individuals who had suffered greatly, while others searched for those consumed by ambition, pride, greed, or a desire to change the world.

These individuals would become their Vassals.

Through them, the Pantheons would spread their teachings, perform miracles, establish churches, and eventually create saints who would carry their will even when the gods themselves remained silent.

The Divine Pantheons searched for those who could embody their testaments.

The Abyssal Pantheons searched for those willing to challenge them.

And slowly, across the civilizations of the world, the first followers began gathering around the chosen individuals.

Temples were constructed. Symbols were created. Stories began spreading from village to village.

The words of the Pantheons became teachings, the teachings became traditions, and the traditions eventually became religions.

The religions of this world had officially begun.