Time passed and passed, 65 million passed, even imaginary species could not bear the enormous weight of time. Most of the imaginary species of the first generation died out and now only their descendants remain. Only divinity resisted the endless power of time. During this period, the Sumerian pantheon underwent many changes. Thousands of second and third generation gods were born and formed a more complete and complex society. Even Shikama Doji changed.
In an advanced laboratory, Shikama Doji sat on a chair, staring at the scene displayed before him. After all these years, no trace of humanity remained within him. If he had no purpose, he would undoubtedly have gone mad. The forty years he had lived as a human were, compared to his long life as Shikama Doji, like a drop in an endless ocean. Even less than a drop. He no longer even remembered the faces of his parents. His human memories had faded, as if lost in the fog of time. Shikama Doji clenched his fist and stared at the ceiling with a bored expression.
During this time, he had made significant progress. He had become so powerful that he could easily destroy the planet beneath his feet. Now, he was even stronger than Tiamat. With absolute confidence, he could claim to have reached the pinnacle of magic, divination, alchemy, mysticism, and astrology. The Grimoire 999 was complete, but he had hit an invisible wall. No matter how hard he tried, he could not go beyond this limit. It was as if he had reached the peak of his potential. In every sense, he could no longer grow stronger.
Now, he could even easily destroy beasts. But was this the end of his journey to the pinnacle of power? Obviously not. He had not yet reached the level of an anti-force. There were still higher realms. So, his journey was not yet over.
One of the things that had occupied his mind during this time was how a celestial body could be so powerful. He could easily destroy the celestial body beneath his feet, but he was weaker than it. Gaia, the will of the Earth, was a four-dimensional being that existed beyond time and space. A realm higher than his. Shikama Doji had long pondered how he could reach the realm of anti-forces, such as Alaya and Gaia. A few vague answers had come to mind. One of them was the "Root." But the Root was extremely dangerous. There was a risk of being absorbed, and the anti-forces were also present there, allowing no one to enter the Root.
True Magic was another answer that had occurred to him. But True Magic was as difficult and nearly impossible as the Root. The final answer was his own plan, which had a 50-50 chance of success. Perhaps his plan would not go well, and he would be forced into an endless battle with Alaya. The risk was very high, but Shikama Doji smirked. If he didn't take risks, how could he become stronger? A 50% chance of success was a high number. If he failed, he could try other methods.
Finally, the time for the creation of humans had come. This was the last and most important part of his plan. If he succeeded, he could reach a higher realm. If he failed, he would have to sacrifice some things. Shikama Doji stood up from his chair and stared out the window. The distant horizon, where his future would be determined, awaited him.