Physiologies.

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Just nodding his head over Ervine news, Richard acknowledged that while he wanted to worry about this knocked-off version of Alduin, which might pose a significant problem with the Herald later, he only had two hands and couldn't be in two places at once.

Because of this, rather than worrying about the many enemies popping up one after another, he decided to focus on the one he was currently dealing with, such as Aen Elle, who was possibly working with Molag Bal, and Archimonde, who used the same type of Order magic as himself with just different mechanism.

For this reason, letting each Herald handle those within their jurisdiction and deal with the enemies they encounter is a perfect decision for everyone who cannot split themselves and help each other. This is why he allows others to use his knowledge and essentially his power. As a result, it helps lighten his burden and restore order to this chaotic world.

Thinking about Archimonde, Richard decided to practice again. Placing the Sun on his palm and aiming to create a self-sustaining replica of the Solar System, he focused on how his breathing would affect the surrounding people.

Essentially, his end goal for this practice is to create a Kryptonian Solar System capable of accommodating their cheating enhanced physiology. If he can't defeat Archimonde by himself or with the twelve Heralds, he plans to overcome him with thousands upon thousands of beings possessing the strength of Superman.

But first, he needed to start small by creating the most familiar Solar System to him: Earth. Although other fundamental forces such as space-time curvature and dark matter were not present in this replica—supposedly making it easier—the task itself was still very daunting. He still didn't understand what was wrong or why he kept failing despite doing this exercise every day.

Perhaps the reason was that he needed all the ingredients of the universe before the replica could be created. However, after reconsidering, this didn't seem to be the case. His Breathing Technique was a breakthrough in Order Magic in itself, allowing him to create a Sun without all those ingredients, relying only on electromagnetic forces for nuclear fusion.

Therefore, creating this replica Solar System must also be a breakthrough in Order Magic that doesn't require all the universe's ingredients. Maybe it only needs very sophisticated gravitational forces—not the kind simulated or artificially produced by his Sun, but the kind that affects dark space itself. He's not sure.

But what he does know is that he needs to be lucky enough for a second time to achieve this highest degree of enlightenment, which is why he hasn't been successful so far. As a result, he can only provide vitality based on the maximum potential of the individual touched by his Breathing.

Nevertheless, he knows that once he is capable of creating this system, he will essentially have an army with various physiologies and abilities. While he might not achieve the strength of Superman on his first try, due to many factors, creating different habitable places where beings can have different structures from Earthlings should be relatively possible.

"Father?"

Stunned by someone calling him that, Richard turned around suddenly, feeling uneasy and wondering if he had somehow gotten drunk and had an offspring in the process.

"Ehm, I am sorry. I seem to have made a mistake. My mind recalls past events. Your fire feels like my father's when he created Phlegethon. That's why I mistook you for someone else."

Shaking his head and unknowingly letting out a sigh of relief, Richard replied, "None taken."

"Really, Zag? Did you miss father that much? His aura is very different from father's cold underworld energy. He's more like Auntie Hestia to me."

"Sigh, you're right. It was just so sudden. Different places, different scenery, different people—everything is different. One moment I'm cradling you in my arms, and the next, you're already a lady."

"I feel you, brother. I feel you."

Stunned again for different reasons upon seeing someone who can remember their past in detail, Richard wanted to ask but was beaten to it by Nenio, who suddenly jumped onto the dining table.

"Wait! You can remember your past?! Tell me how to do it! My Great Encyclopedia Golarionnica is at stake here!"

"Oh, it's the same question. Like I said with Faralda, Cenarius, and Ervine, I don't actually remember anything. It's just that every time I battle, I suddenly recall more and more about my past."

"And that memory to him is just like looking at the Mirror of Night to see different scenes in the mortal world, right Zag? Bland and tasteless."

"Still, I don't want this memory to be meaningless."

Seeing deep into the Transparent World and noticing that they have no brains or any other organs—instead, their brains and organs are their bodies packed with neurons—Richard finally understood everything.

Unlike him and everyone else, who gradually regain their memories through inspiration and recalling their lives, which takes a long time, these siblings can recover their recollections relatively quickly by continuously battling. Because their memory comes from the battle itself, unlike Richard, who needs to recall specific knowledge to piece together his life as a certain hacker who loved reading comics, manga, and playing computer games.

"Moiraine Damodred, Aes Sedai," Moiraine introduced herself, extending her hand as she saw them sitting beside her.

"Zagreus, Chthonic God. And she's Melinoë, my sister."

"So, brother Zagreus is a Chthonic God. Are you responsible for souls after they have passed away? Can you offer some tolerance to certain people once they become specters being? I have three sisters who are very cute and adorable, and I'm afraid they'll suffer because they are different and not accepted in the Pit. Can you help make their afterlife better, at least, brother Zagreus?" Ember asked hopefully.

"If the Pit refers to the Underworld, then I'm sorry, girl, but that's my father's authority, not mine. Even if I controlled the Underworld myself, I don't think I could help, as I don't know how to manage it or make it work. From what I sense, there isn't an official place like that here either, which makes it harder to provide the dead with any flexibility. Moreover, even if such places did exist, only those created by almighty beings have them, and only those who believe in them can enter."

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