For every MC that rises to the heavens, countless side characters bite the dust. This is a first-person anthology of the tragic stories of the mountains of corpses that lost their voices under the damage caused by the unfair tropes.
"Molesting the cultivation world, one trope at a time."

The Stepping Stones

"So these immortals have become junkies huh? How amusing," A dark shadow held a thin book in its 'hands'. 


If any mortal were here, all they would see is an old book floating in the void, but the Immortals and Gods knew, this was their ultimate pursuit. 


This was the creator and destroyer of the unimaginable multiverse with thousands of universes, millions of dimensions, billions of realms, and an uncountable amount of people. 


I take a peek at the book he holds in his hands, the 'Book of Life and Death'. 


This is the book that records the life experiences of an uncountable number of mortals and immortals. The book of destiny, the book of life experiences, the origin of everything. 


To make someone exist, all one needs to do is to write them down in this book and they will. It doesn't discriminate between reality and fantasy. It doesn't limit the freedom of imagination but only in the hands of this Supreme God can its power be contained and so he holds on to it. 


I remember inquiring him how he's able to hold on to his sanity and lucidity after an infinite number of years when every other God seemed to have fallen one way or another. 


That's when he had introduced that book to me and told me that every day, he reads the story of a human. Whether it be a 'mortal hero', an 'immortal hero', or a casualty caused by the blind luck bestowed upon these idiots by the insane Gods. 


Recently, a famous immortal sect seemed to have become a hideout of the junkies. All of us found it fun, but there were still traces of interference by the other gods. 


Usually, since they have already become Gods, they are given a certain amount of authority to bend the rules around them, which allows them to manipulate idiots to have some fun. 


Most of these 'heros' have a very smooth sailing journey, where their sponsor Multiverse God keeps protecting them until they become the ruler of their own Universe. 


Then, when the cycle of the universe comes to an end these protagonists die too, still in the dark about the fact that they were utilized to perform a show for the Gods far beyond their reach. 


The Supreme Gods never interfered, it was beneath the two of them to care about their measly tricks, but this time... I think they went too far. 


Otherwise, I, one of the 13 Archangels of death wouldn't be called here. 


"...master?" I bow my head and inquire the reason for my summon. 


I feel the void constraining me, I can't move. This... is just what the aura he subconsciously emits does to people. 


"Recently, those idiots have been bestowing too strong cheats to mortals. It's no fun like that. All power will lose its meaning if it's cheap and spread like that. Go, and perform a cleansing." 


I wanted to do something like this from long ago. Now, with the personal statement of the Supreme Lord himself, I'm free to act. 


Heh, I'll definitely have fun slaughtering some of those delusional f*cks.


The Will of The Supreme God