Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 735, Part 13: The Warm Assembly Line and the Workshop Filled with Memories, Oh, Your Children Have Returned - Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for the "5 Light-Years Per Second" brothers [2/5])
At the moment the phase shift occurred in the palace of this foundational building, Diakum knew he had encountered a "ghost".

As he ignited the sun's corona with the Sunstrider's warhammer, Chief Creator Lishwim appeared silently, but he showed no fighting spirit, only curiosity about the individual before him.

Moreover, its very first words made Diakum lay down his weapon.

"Anser, you created him?"

Dick asked a question, then switched to Yuanzun language and asked it again.

This kind of rhythmic language is really not friendly to the voice of living beings, but fortunately Diakum's "language talent" is quite good.

He successfully completed his questioning.

The chief creator was not surprised by this; it seemed that in its view, it was perfectly normal for "Anser" to speak fluent and elegant Yuanzun language.

In response to Diakum's question, the Chief Creator walked around him in a "phase shift" manner, appearing quietly in random locations with each step. It had no eyes, but its way of observing the world was clearly more refined and profound than that of mortals.

"You are not Anser"

The chief creator sighed and said:

“You are just a mortal, a mortal who is both illuminated by holy light and shrouded in shadow. You are Anser’s successor, the soul whom He personally chose and endowed with great power.”

It’s unimaginable!

So, did your now dimly shining, immortal soul rise step by step from the humble beginnings of those souls, like ants?

Is this really something a mortal could do?

Lishwim seemed to be looking at a unique work of art, and exclaimed:

"The souls of mortals are like dust, like the lowest quality iron ore. Each refinement requires a terrible forging process, and each forging puts them under pressure that could break them, like yours."
This is simply the smallest possible miracle I could ever imagine!

Your very existence is the greatest mockery of fate.

This is a life shaped by countless difficult choices, and a miracle built from countless adventurous acts.

Can I stay? A mortal.

I can remove the last flaws for you, making you a truly perfect soul that shines with the brilliance of the universe. It's not difficult, and I would be honored to leave my own signature on this 'miracle'.

You will become my most dazzling and perfect creation.

You will become the best counterexample for the Firstborn to illustrate 'fatalism'.

"No, I will not stay. I have not yet finished my business, Your Excellency, but thank you for your kindness."

The vigilant's tone softened.

It wasn't just because the guy in front of him was praising him so much that he felt good; it was also because he realized that Lishwim was a unique creation of the First Ones, and perhaps he didn't need to "fight" to "clear the game."

Being able to peacefully resolve a seemingly "frighteningly strong" opponent is definitely a satisfying thing.

Therefore, Diakum asked again:
"Excuse me, is Anser your creation?"

"No, I only participated in the design. Anser, who possesses both a cosmic soul and immense power, is beyond my ability to create. Don't laugh at me, but it's a miracle in my eyes."

The chief creator said in a tone that was both melancholic and helpless:
"Since I was given the great responsibility of 'designing and creating' by the First Ones, I have been demanding the strictest standards of myself. However, I eventually discovered that my potential also has its limits. After I designed and created the Eternals' forge and completed the development of the prototype, I realized that it was the ultimate level I could reach in the way of creation."

With the power granted by the Firstborn, I can create a group of divine vessels that possess the status of 'true gods' and reach the minimum level of 'minor gods', but cannot contain individuals with true great power.

how to say?

By my standards, the Eternals are a group of 'mediocre creations' that are neither the best nor the worst, representing my incompetence and inability to break through my limitations.

I want to create something as great as Anser and Musa!

I dream about it.
But I can't dream.

This is a joke about the creation of the First Beings, can you understand it?

My soul is so heavy that no concept of 'dream' in this universe and the six realms can contain my wanderings.

It's a pity, to say the least; my life, which already had so little joy, has lost another possibility.

Lishwim is really "a big sharer".

Diakum only asked one question, but this guy rambled on and on, revealing a lot of key information. He was clearly a "reclusive research talent" who spent most of his time in the lab doing research.

Having finally met two "guests" who could make me look at them in a different light, I definitely had to take the opportunity to chat to my heart's content.

But this guy's remarks gave Diakum a strong sense of "Versailles King".

Tell me, what does it mean that your dullness and mediocrity in the way of creation allows you to only create "eternal beings"—"mediocre creations"?

That's a true god!
Although his strength and potential were incredibly weak, he was still a true god who shone with the brilliance of the universe!
And it's a "mass-produced" model!
"The Attendants have restarted the Eternal Forging Workshop, intending to produce new Eternals to reformat the collapsing Destiny System. Was this at your behest?"

Diakum asked:

"Also, can you sense Anser's current condition?"

"No, and yes."

The Chief Creator appeared before Diakum during a walk, extending its rock-like fingers to touch Diakum's forehead.

The vigilant instinctively flinched but abruptly stopped himself, letting Lishwim's cold fingers land on his forehead.

The chief creator was pleased with this cooperative attitude, so it collected "samples" while replying:

"Another 'guest' asked the same question, however, the system of destiny served by the attendants is an experiment parallel to the creation project I'm in, and I have neither the right nor the interest to interfere. As for the Eternal Forging Workshop?"
Do not!
Just as I have no right to intervene in the system of destiny, the servants of the gods have no right to interfere with my project planning.

They can restart those standby prototypes, but without my order, those prototypes cannot leave the forging workshop.

Moreover, the Firstborn have been hidden for countless epochs. Without their participation and 'enlightenment', the Eternal prototype is just a defective product with an empty shell but no cosmic soul. Even if it were taken to the Shadow Kingdom, it would be difficult to rely on them to format Destiny.

Unless, of course, the servants of the gods can extract the souls of the former Eternals and complete a 'formatted return'.

That was a truly painful process, one that even a creator like myself felt sorrowful.

As for Anser's current situation...
The sample I received from you already describes His predicament; Anser chose to embrace a difficult "sacrifice" in order to shape the cosmic moment known as the 'Great Order of Light and Darkness.'

Lishwim teleported back to his testing table and performed some complex analysis on the "sample" extracted from Diakum. He said:

"He and Musa defeated the Primordial Darkness, but all three were creations of the Firstborn and possessed a certain exaggerated 'immortality.' The remains of the Primordial Darkness formed the first Sea of ​​No Light, while the Void Force, from its inception, was filled with a thirst for expansion."

This is a common characteristic of all Forces; they are endowed with this mindset of 'evolution and evolution'.

The seventh one!
The poems left by the First One describe that precious possibility: the Seventh One can bring peace or destruction; the Seventh One can be born from harmony or from conflict.

That is an unparalleled honor.

However, Anther realized the dangers and hidden dangers that the shaping of the primordial darkness would bring to the 'new world' He longed to see, so He chose to burn Himself.

He plunged into the Sea of ​​Light to suppress the expansion of the Void's darkness, leaving Musa to watch over the new world in His place. But He underestimated Musa's feelings for Him.

Musa didn't want to give up the new world or her brothers, so Anser was trapped in the Sun and the Eclipse. But the long time wore down Anser's will and strength.

Caught between light and darkness, He longed for liberation.

you.
You represent a possibility!
That is something precious, a possibility that Anser had sought with all his might. Your decision will directly affect the future of light and darkness, and even the future of all things in the world.

A symbol of the universe.
Without a doubt, you will become a pillar supporting the universe; you are more extraordinary and more important than I imagined.

The chief creator turned around, rubbing his hands together, and said to Diakum:
"Let's make a deal, a miracle in my eyes."

You will stay here to cooperate with my research and serve as a 'test subject' for a period of time. Once my research yields results, I will let you leave.

In exchange, I am willing to break the limitations left to me by the First Creator, and I am willing to use my methods to help you solve all the troubles you encounter.

Whether it's healing Anser, bringing Him peace, stopping Zovar's ambitions, or completely collapsing the Destiny system, it's all quite simple. Don't underestimate me just because I'm a researcher; I have pretty high-level permissions.

"So, Anser can indeed be cured?"

Diakum quickly grasped the key point in Lishwim's words and pressed further:

“I have found the fuel that can ignite the sun. I have collected enough fuel, but I guess igniting Him is not as simple as just putting this fuel on Anser’s eclipsed body and lighting it.”

You know the specific operating method, right?
Can you tell me?

"Hmm, you're really greedy!"

The chief creator said with dissatisfaction:
"Ever since you arrived here, you've been asking questions and making demands, but you're unwilling to make even the slightest promise or give a positive response. Although I'm very patient with test subjects, that doesn't mean I can't see through your little schemes."

The information I revealed represented my goodwill and subtle desire, but how could you, an insatiable mortal, still try to take and eat as well?

"Feel sorry."

The vigilant also felt guilty about his greed, saying:

"But I really need this valuable knowledge. As you just said, my actions will directly affect the future of the universe and the six realms."

When faced with such a choice, isn't it necessary to be cautious?
I can pay a 'price' for this knowledge, but I'd rather not be lazy and use your power to solve everything by turning myself into your guinea pig.

When I experience stories that must be remembered, I prefer to feel a sense of participation.

"Yes, that's true."

The chief creator is very lenient with the "potential experiments" he values, saying:
"Okay, tell me your plan."

You are just a 'seedling' now, not yet a truly beautiful flower. Picking it at this stage would be a waste.

But I haven't had a research project that I can fully immerse myself in for a long time. My research spirit is burning brightly. Therefore, I ask that you find me a test subject that can help me break through my limits and advance to the next level, so that I can take your place in this laboratory.

Anser is pretty good!
It was a perfect creation that I designed but could not bring to life by my own hands. I hope that by studying it again, I can gain some secrets that I should not have known before.

The newborn will surely feel sorry for my 'loss of control', but how should I put it?

They gave me a thirst for knowledge, so they should accept that I deviate from the destiny they designed, just as they shaped the destiny in the Shadowlands.

Perfect order?

Ha, even the Creator can't create true perfection!
True perfection is a miracle that can only emerge from boundless evolution.

The chief creator laughed heartily and said loudly:
"Perhaps the First Creators were aware of this as well, so they left their half-finished destiny here, hoping it would evolve on its own. We don't know if their contradictions have been resolved, but it doesn't matter. The Creator's contradictions have nothing to do with us mortals. Let them resolve them on their own."

Speak, Diakum.

Tell me, let me hear how you originally planned to ignite the sun.

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"Destiny must endure forever."

The final lament of Ro Carlo, the prophet of destiny and "writer of fate" and leader of the servants of the gods, echoed at the entrance to the Eternals' forge.

It and its purest and most selfless prophets sacrificed everything to stop the invaders and to restart the prototype of the Eternals. When their strange bodies finally dissipated into phosphorus in the Land of Creation, the Lord of War and the Queen of Winter finally broke through all the blockades and arrived at their "birthplace".

Although the Divine Servant were low-key, they were by no means easy opponents to defeat, especially since they had arrived in Zaremotis ahead of time and activated a series of Firstborn creations. The Warlord barely managed to defeat these loyal followers of Destiny by enduring the relentless bombardment of several Holy Tomb Guardians and relying on the Winter Queen's astonishing healing power.

The Eternal One's power is indeed limited. If it were General Sa, he would probably have finished it off in two sword strikes at most.

Of course, the Lord of War, who is in charge of war and victory and is the "number one expert" of the Shadow Kingdom, is not so weak. What truly limits His ability to unleash His full power is the prohibition imposed by the Firstborn.

They forbade the Eternals from returning to Zaremotis, and the Lord of War and the Queen of Winter violated the restrictions, thus incurring the suppression of power.

But even the eternal have their own principles.

After the Warlord, leaning on his Staff of Conquest, exchanged a glance with the Queen of Winter, the two walked one after the other through the corridor filled with the remains of the First Creators and entered the forging workshop before them.

Five enclosed forging workshops stood like five obelisks within the golden palace. The Warlord, with a nostalgic gaze, stroked the palace's furnishings. Looking at the workshop door where the "Conquest Prototype" was stored, he said to the Winter Queen:
"Do you remember who was the first among us to awaken?"

"It's neither you nor me."

The Queen of Winter sighed:
"It was Grace who earned the title of 'eldest daughter.' I used to resent Grace's conservatism and indifference, but when we actually returned here, I began to miss her."

Regardless of our past relationship, when we were born here, we had each other, and only each other.

However, the mission and responsibilities we are given are so heavy that we must concentrate on them and have no opportunity or time to pay attention to anything else.

The relationship eventually faded.

"Perfect tools cannot be wasted time, and friendly relationships are not necessary for the eternal."

The warlord waved his hand and said:
"Perhaps our only reason for existence is to remain independent and maintain the operation of destiny, and that is where our value lies. Unfortunately, the hypocritical me and the dull you have both ended up on Zovar's path."

The cunning Denathrius and the dull Grace might have had similar thoughts.

We ultimately chose to rebel.

Ultimately, we yearn for our true 'self,' not the bleak existence we feel now, where we can be replaced at any time.

"boom"

The Lord of War tapped his staff on the ground, as if signaling the start of war. As the doors of the four workshops slowly opened, the Lord of War said:

“We will die here, sister. If nothing unexpected happens, they will fulfill their duty, clean up the unqualified ‘predecessors’ and then take over our duties.”

As the four figures, radiating cosmic light, strode out of the workshop, the Queen of Winter responded:

"Then die!"

"Either leave with your unique self, or fall here with the courage of a final rebellion. I don't know if I'm the first, or the second or the third, but I no longer care about these things."

This cycle of birth and death
It's time to end this.

(End of this chapter)