The Growth of a God

Chapter 4 The Creator Arrives (New Book, Please Support!)

That night, Li Hao couldn't calm down for a long time after returning home.

It was not just because of the changes that happened to him today, nor was it because he saw Mengyao's death.

What really made Li Hao feel uneasy was the extraordinary item that appeared on Meng Yao - [Civilization Game·Invitation].

That was something beyond the scope of the dragon clan's heritage, but Li Hao felt inexplicably familiar with it.

This sense of familiarity came from Zhulong and from the entry marked as [Demigod Body LV1].

Confused, bewildered, puzzled...

With all these complicated emotions, Li Hao gradually fell asleep and once again entered Zhulong's dream.

However, this was different from every dream I had before.

This time, Li Hao did not fight with Zhulong in his dream.

On that vast plain, only the corpse of Zhulong and the bodies of countless little people lay there quietly, telling the story of this real battle that took place in an unknown dimension.

[I... am I dreaming? ]

Accompanied by a thunderous sound in the sky, Li Hao's will shone into this unknown dimension.

This time he did not appear in the dream in physical form, but overlooked the sea of ​​corpses and blood below from a higher dimensional perspective.

Li Hao tried hard to wake himself up, but ended up falling into a more confused state.

Unconscious and yet extremely clear...

At this moment, Li Hao seemed to have turned into mountains, rivers, and plants, and was lost in thought forever on this empty and silent plain.

No one knows how much time has passed.

A dream lasting a thousand years has become a true portrayal here.

When Li Hao came to his senses, Zhulong's corpse had turned into a huge mountain range, and the soil of the entire plain was soaked in the blood of the god.

The only thing that remained unchanged over the thousands of years was the corpses of the countless little people.

As if influenced by Li Hao, the corpses that should have decayed had not changed for thousands of years, showing a side that was incompatible with this world.

Until one day, one of the corpses suddenly opened his eyes again.

It is not Li Hao, because its eyes are full of confusion.

Then the second corpse opened its eyes, the third corpse, the fourth corpse...

As more and more corpses opened their eyes, Li Hao's will became clearer and clearer. It seemed as if he had completely become the embodiment of the will of this plain at this moment.

You can see everything that happens on the plain in a blink of an eye.

Not only that, as more and more corpses revived, Li Hao could even influence the celestial phenomena and topographical changes of the entire plain to a certain extent.

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who am I?
and who are you?

This is actually a very simple question.

However, for the individual life born from Li Hao's corpse, this became a huge problem.

It is not the three questions in the philosophical sense, but simply a question about how to distinguish individuals.

Because these lives born from Li Hao's corpse all have the same appearance and physique, and even their way of thinking is similar.

There is no one but themselves who can distinguish them from outsiders.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was just the inevitability of life evolution...

When an individual with scars on his face uses the scars on his face to distinguish himself from other individuals, the concept of "self" is born.

"I'm...Scarface!"

Using the language inherited from his blood instinct, the individual who called himself "Scarface" emphasized to his own kind. Then Scarface began to think further.

Why was I born?

What is the purpose of your birth?
And most importantly, why are only I and these people able to be born?

During the year-long battle between Zhulong and Li Hao, even Li Hao himself didn't know how many times he had died.

However, the number of individuals that were eventually born from Li Hao's corpse was only less than a few hundred.

The rest were either torn into pieces by the angry Zhulong or turned into part of the mountain along with Zhulong's corpse.

The corpses that can give birth to new life are just the lucky ones among the countless broken limbs and debris.

It took Scarface a long time to figure out this fact, and he began to feel an inexplicable sadness for his birth.

It turns out that the reason I was born was just because of "luck"!
So what is the meaning of my existence?

With a spirit of confusion, doubt and exploration, Scarface began to tentatively walk out of the mountain formed by the corpse of Zhulong.

This is a vast plain.

A quiet and peaceful God-given place.

Here, the water is clean and sweet, the monsoon is gentle and calm, and even the ground under your feet is very soft.

It is not easy to get out of here. You need to overcome your deep attachment and fear of the unknown.

No one knows how much time and perseverance Scarface spent before he finally convinced himself to leave this plain.

It was at this time that Li Hao, who existed from a "God's perspective", noticed this unique existence.

Originally, Li Hao's will could only wander in this plain, as if he was a "earthbound spirit" trapped in this plain.

But when Scarface walked out of the plain, Li Hao was surprised to find that his vision was also beginning to expand outward.

It's like the fog of war in a strategy game.

Wherever Scarface passes, Li Hao's will spreads.

Then, Li Hao was even more surprised to find that this dream from Zhulong did not seem as simple as he had imagined.

Beyond this seemingly peaceful plain, there are oceans, mountains, rivers, and wild beasts.

It was like an independent real world with countless things beyond Li Hao's imagination.

The most important thing is that there are traces of life in this world.

Or more precisely, it is the traces that life and civilization once existed.

Even though all the life and civilization that once existed have been destroyed.

But the neat roads in the places Scarface passed by obviously could not have been formed naturally.

Those roads are so huge and so regular, as if there were once terrifying beasts living here.

If Scarface's size is used as a reference, the creatures that built these roads must be at least ten times the size of humans.

Scarface didn't know what these roads meant, nor did he know where they ended.

Scarface walked on these huge roads without eating, drinking or sleeping.

Just like those devout believers who make a pilgrimage for their faith, they move forward firmly in one direction.

If it weren't for Scarface's special physique, as a life resurrected from Li Hao's corpse, he was born with the immortality that did not require food, drink, or sleep, he would probably have died of exhaustion long ago.

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　From this chapter on, the protagonist is half a creator, influencing everything in the dream world from a God's perspective.

　　The sequel is a story about the protagonist gradually mastering his ability as a creator.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)