The Earth Realm!
After the initial probing, all the gods discovered, "So this is how it is?" With the downfall of the goddess of the earth, it became clear that the world of mythology was truly being left unchecked. In an instant, the entire Earth Realm erupted in chaos, with countless races emerging.
Fortunately.
The size of the Earth Realm during this era was unparalleled. The various races fought for dominance, igniting the fires of war across the land.
However.
The wars in the Earth Realm were only temporary and would not last long. At the very least, once the world transitioned into the Silver Age after creation, the conflict would briefly subside.
After all!
Even though the world of mythology provided this opportunity, humanity would still be the sole protagonist. This was an undeniable truth. Once the chance was given, everything would be destined to unfold accordingly.
This fact.
Was beyond any doubt.
Therefore.
The fate of the world of mythology was sealed, and this was not something to be questioned. Before the act of creation commenced, the struggle among all the races would fully erupt. By then, the outcome would be clear and indisputable.
The last surviving races would become humanity's adversaries, part of the opposition humanity would face.
This was the central truth.
Only when that time came would the real game begin. The underworld, the heavens, and the seas all refrained from immediately participating in this game.
It followed the same principle.
To put it plainly!
Right now, this was merely a preliminary round. Since it was just a prelude, why rush? There was no need for haste! Clearly, this was self-evident.
This was something fundamentally predestined.
At the same time.
At this very moment.
The Underworld!
Compared to the turbulent wars raging in the Earth Realm, the Underworld was eerily calm, even peaceful.
However.
The Underworld was beginning to get busy. After all, the gods had created numerous races—so many that it would not be an exaggeration to call them countless.
In such a scenario, would it be possible to keep creating without end? Clearly, that was not feasible. War inevitably leads to death, and death requires a cycle of rebirth.
The Underworld was now bustling with activity. But once you arrived, whether or not you could reincarnate was another matter entirely! After entering the Underworld, one had to follow its rules, and that was certain.
No one would dare cause trouble in the Underworld, right?
Heh heh heh~~~
If some fool actually tried to do so, what would be the price they had to pay? Clearly, that was also self-evident.
"Hmm~~~"
Hestia squatted down, showing none of the dignity of a goddess. Instead, she looked like a young girl. She muttered, "Sister, are you sure there's no problem? I feel like the way we're creating these races is a bit off."
Hestia tilted her head as she looked at Persephone's creation formula, and no matter how she examined it, it seemed strange.
Persephone remained silent, her expression awkward as she said, "Big Sister, I... I..."
The once proud Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, clearly hadn't anticipated things turning out like this. The race she had created had many issues?
Regarding this situation!
Persephone truly hadn't expected things to go this way.
The problems were indeed significant.
After numerous attempts, each resulting in failure after failure, it became clear that the situation was awkward, to say the least.
"So..."
"What should we do?"
"No idea!"
"Ugh!"
Hestia and Persephone looked at each other, both falling into silence, feeling somewhat embarrassed. It just didn't seem right, did it?
This situation...
Um?!
The two sisters looked at the results in front of them, sensing that things weren't going well.
"Sigh!"
Standing nearby, Rhea could only shake her head helplessly. These two children were really... truly exasperating.
Rhea approached and softly said, "Persephone, Hestia, you two children, you've forgotten the most fundamental point."
"Mother?" 2
Both of them curiously looked at Rhea, tilting their heads in confusion, clearly not understanding the situation.
Rhea gently explained, "There's something you must remember—the essential core of creation. No matter the life form, they must possess their own characteristics. You're trying to create the perfect race, but does such a race still have its own traits?"
Rhea's question left the two women in silence.
Undeniably!
Both Persephone and Hestia were attempting to create a race for the Underworld in the most perfect way possible, but the more perfect they tried to make it, the more they failed.
The reason lay here.
Perfection!
When something becomes perfect in every aspect, it becomes, in a sense, mediocre. And this mediocrity prevents it from becoming a truly perfect race.
This was beyond dispute.
At any time, growth is essential. Every race needs to grow, step by step. Only when they truly develop can they reach perfection. This was an obvious truth.
Clearly!
The two women had forgotten this point and simply sought to create the most flawless race. But the more they tried to achieve perfection, the more impossible it became, because even gods must follow the fundamental laws of creation.
Otherwise.
Could gods create a race that could ascend to godhood in one step? This was a paradox, yet also a fact. The omnipotence of gods was built upon a specific foundation—it didn't mean gods were truly all-powerful in every conceivable way.
"..."
The two women were deep in thought, pondering this issue.
Rhea had said enough. What needed to be said had already been explained. Now it was up to them to realize the truth for themselves. No amount of external explanation would help.
Many times.
This is just how things are.
The more you say, the less meaningful it becomes, because that's just the reality.
A lot of things have to be understood personally; merely describing them won't lead to true comprehension.
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