Birth Of A Pseudo-Universe

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I want to avoid trouble. Once you have lived as long as I did, you will know that the easiest and most efficient way to do things is by being nice and amicable."

"Couldn't you just… kill me?"

Lawrend had to ask it. He knew that the Creator had already thought of it before he even asked. At that kind of level, Lawrend couldn't even imagine how many things were running inside of his head.

"That is indeed the most efficient if you look at things, but I will poison myself with your destiny. One day, I might be ganged up on by other Flawless Gods like myself if they found out I'm preventing other Flawless Gods from appearing. This is a taboo, you see. I'm simply saving myself the trouble."

"..."

Lawrend was speechless. He didn't know that some things were still the same at the level of the Creator. At least, his words made sense to Lawrend, and he believed him.