Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 212 The Beginning of the World
The newly born world was incredibly lonely.

In the entire world, there is only the Demon King, the Goddess, and a World Tree.

Of course, at that time, they did not have their own names, and of course, at that time, they did not need names.

If there are only three beings, and one of them is even unable to move, then the only beings capable of communication are each other, right? What else is needed?

They know what kind of being they are from birth.

The World Tree is a magnificent life form. Perhaps the growth of the World Tree drives the growth of the world, or perhaps the growth of the world makes the World Tree grow—what kind of relationship it is is not important. What is important is that as the World Tree grows, the world begins to become more splendid.

Different kinds of life began to be born in this world. They were nurtured by the World Tree and emerged from its fruit. The World Tree bears fruit once every three thousand years, with a total of three thousand different fruits. From these fruits, three thousand different things will emerge.

Therefore, the earliest life forms were like the current elves or wizards.

There is a "fundamental source." That fundamental source is something that emerges from the fruit of the World Tree. It may be mobile or inactive, and it has different characteristics. But coincidentally, these things can give birth to an entire race.

Moher remembered the emotions she and the goddess experienced during the first three millennia.

Thus, the Demon King and the Goddess created something unprecedented for the first time—a name.

Mordor, and Julia.

They racked their brains and used every syllable to give different names to three thousand different kinds of life. They communicated with these three thousand kinds of life with enthusiasm, and wisdom was born in the process of communication.

The exchanges covered a great deal, and this also provided them with an opportunity to observe these lives.

Mordor and Julia, who were born knowing certain things, realized for the first time that there were still so many unknowns in this world, and they witnessed the wisdom of those lives... But they also soon discovered other things, and this "soon" was not measured by the standards of eternal life.

It should be said that they realized the problem in just a few days, or even less than a month.

The differences between living organisms are too great.

Some life forms become food for others. Their ways of life are completely different, their thoughts are completely different, and even their intelligence is vastly different. These life forms have only just been born, and the barren earth has just been filled with joyful vitality, yet the struggle has already begun.

Mordor and Julia did not understand, and despite their lack of understanding, they did nothing.

This is something that was born from the World Tree.

They had realized that the World Tree had begun cycle after cycle of reincarnation—even if everything born in the last three thousand years disappeared, it didn't seem to matter much. After all, in another three thousand years, the World Tree would bear the same fruit again, and the same life would appear again.

At least, that's what Mordor thought.

Yulia probably thinks so too, right?

In the initial joy of their birth, the two were not close together; everything was full of surprises for them.

Step by step, the two traveled to various races and communicated with the wise men of these races.

Sometimes the two would bump into each other and talk about the things they had encountered over the years, the interesting people they had met, and their experiences. Afterward, they would say goodbye and go to the places the other had described, to see and hear for themselves—to witness different things.

Time flies by.

Over these three thousand years, many races have been wiped out.

When the World Tree was about to bear fruit again, only a few dozen races remained in the world in a true sense—and the relationships between these races were very subtle, with a very clear hierarchy. At that time, Mordor and Julia did not quite understand things like the food chain.

They rule over all races and possess a power called "magic".

Mordor and Julia learned this power. Although this race strictly controls this power, the birth of this power itself is related to Mordor and Julia... It was a wise man of this race who, after communicating with the two, finally discovered the "truth" of the world.

Subsequently, the World Tree bore fruit a second time, and three thousand different things were born into this world.

Mordor had spoken with Julia and learned that races possessing magical power might continue to dominate all other races, given their overwhelming advantage over newly emerging races.

However, their conclusion was wrong.

Because this race was wiped out.

Soon—in less than a hundred years after the second outcome—the race “self-destructed.”

This was simply unbelievable to Mordor and Julia... Such a vast, great race with magical powers had almost self-destructed after the Second World Tree bore fruit due to internal strife—of course, they were not completely destroyed, but for the races they ruled, it was enough.

Magic was no longer a secret, but spread among all races, and thus the world entered the "Age of Magic".

During that period, magic flourished to its zenith. Naturally, the magic of Mordor and Julia also pushed to its limits... until someone noticed the World Tree.

In the first three thousand years, those races paid no attention to the World Tree. But in the second three thousand years, they developed a certain interest in it. They couldn't destroy the World Tree, but that didn't mean they couldn't gain inspiration from it.

Thus, the oldest form of alchemy was born.

Thus began the struggle between alchemy and magic.

Yes, struggle.

"So it seems that life is inherently about struggle," Modoch remarked.

Yulia replied, "That's because they don't possess eternal life. They are born, grow old, get sick, and die—they are ultimately just products of the World Tree. But the second three-thousand-year lifespan is more perfect than the first three-thousand-year lifespan. If this continues, one day, life forms like us will be born in the world, won't we?"

“That’s possible, but… since some people are studying the World Tree, perhaps others are also studying us.” Mordor considered this possibility. “I think that would be a bit troublesome.”

"Then let's hide."

Thus, the original lives, the names of Mordor and Julia, disappeared from the world. The two began to walk among different races in different identities, still repeating the past journey, and they were always able to gain something new.

The age of magic eventually came to an end.

But magic did not disappear. Even when the world entered the age of alchemy, it did not mean that magic was abandoned.

Even when an era disappears, it leaves behind its own traces—this is the conclusion that Mordoch reached.

"Perhaps the World Tree gave birth to these races so that things like magic and alchemy could be created? If so, could Yulia and I do the same thing?"

In this process of reflection, the third three thousand years arrived, and new life was born once again.

The surviving races had undergone tremendous changes in civilization. The earliest writing had begun to evolve and spread, and history had begun to be written, albeit in a way that resembled mythology. Civilization continued in this simple inheritance—systems began to change.

This civilization is undoubtedly more powerful than the original magical civilization, and its ideology has undergone tremendous changes. Mordor believes that this civilization may not end due to internal strife.

This civilization proved to have outlasted its predecessor—it persisted for another eight hundred years after the third life cycle. Ultimately, it met its end, and Mordor and Julia witnessed the various measures this race took to salvage its declining state.

Brutal, merciful, allied with other races, betrayed other races... they used almost every conceivable method, but in the end, they still met their demise.

But something has still been passed down.

At the end of the third generation of life, a very important event occurred—a race drew near to the power of the soul. Using this power, this race unearthed the wisdom of their ancestors, acquired numerous legacies, and began to rise rapidly. This was an era that placed great importance on "death," and life during this period finally began to contemplate what comes after death.

What happens to the soul after death?
Living organisms finally began to truly contemplate the meaning of life and death.

Previous life forms also thought, but Mordor and Julia knew that this was the instinct of life, something that the World Tree had given to these life forms at the beginning of their existence, making them try every means to continue, whether it was their own life, their own race, or—their own civilization.

The observation and contemplation of the soul propelled civilization forward once again, producing far more wise men than in the past. It seemed every race and every life form could offer some insights into life and the world. The world became much more interesting, but both knew… this era would end, and their thoughts, like magic and alchemy, would nourish the next.

The world is moving forward.

By this time, they seemed to understand the meaning of the World Tree's continuous bearing of fruit and the birth of different lives. Generation after generation, life evolved and reached completion, until one day—

And what about them?
What about those who were born along with the World Tree?
What is the significance of their existence in this world?

At this point in time, Mordor and Julia were still unaware of the significance of their existence.

They still silently watch over this world, silently walk through this world. Perhaps they are merely witnesses—perhaps they are the eyes of the World Tree.

Time continued to flow, and another three thousand years passed. Someone discovered a way to continuously advance in the physical body. The minds of people in this era suddenly became a bit simple. In Yulia's words, the World Tree itself fell ill and wanted to take a different path, causing the life muscles of this era to block the brain... But in this era of simple minds, some "consensus" was born.

Different races have different ways of surviving, and different races have different codes of conduct—what is acceptable in one race may be considered cruel and terrifying in another race… In this era, however, some “quality” has emerged that is recognized by most races.

For example, "benevolence," "filial piety," and similar things.

Yulia looked at the races of this era with a gentle and warm gaze, a change from her initial disapproval of Mordor whenever she saw him.

Mordor had a vague feeling that Julia was different.

Do you like this era?

"They're all guys whose brains are blocked by muscles, what's there to like or dislike?"

"is it?"

"Yes."

Time continues to move forward, and in this era, people have turned their gaze to the starry sky.

Astrology was born from this, and the various races suddenly realized that knowing the future in advance was the key to victory.

This era, Mordor called the "Age of Stars." Things born in the past never disappeared, but continued to flourish. In these births, even though life born in each era was constantly dying out, there were still thousands of races in this world, and even various subspecies that arose by chance.

The world has become more prosperous than ever before.

However, in the era following the Starlight Era, some things happened.

By the time Mordor and Julia noticed, it seemed too late.

An ominous sign was born.

Yes, it is "birth".

They quickly understood the nature of this power—in the second era, after people came to know the World Tree, every era and every race tried to analyze, destroy, or control it.

The two of them were already used to this kind of thing, since it couldn't cause any damage anyway.

At least not yet.

However, they made a mistake.

That is, every race is born from the World Tree, and from this perspective, every race shares the same origin with the World Tree. The ominous births do not occur among the surviving races, but rather among those that were wiped out and disappeared from history.

It is their curse on the World Tree.

"Great World Tree! Since you created us, why did you bestow upon us such a cruel fate? Since the end of our birth is destined to be destruction, are all our efforts and struggles in vain?"

Those were the blood and tears of each race on the verge of destruction.

It is life's reflection on life itself, its exploration of the truth of the world, and the soul's ultimate questioning of the great, creative World Tree.

An ominous force has eroded the World Tree.

After disappearing for tens of thousands of years, Mordor and Julia reappeared before the world for the first time in a true sense. Together, they used the wisdom and surviving artifacts of various races, as well as the power they were born with, to drive away the ominous forces. They succeeded.

But they did discover it too late.

The World Tree disappeared from the world; it was utterly destroyed.

“Perhaps, the meaning of our existence is to protect the World Tree,” Yulia concluded.

"But we have already failed."

After a moment of silence, Yulia seemed to have made a decision: "In that case, let us take on the mission of the World Tree. I will create different lives to continue the World Tree's journey, and Mordor, you should do the same."

Mordor refused.

And so, these two life forms, who seemed to be together since birth, yet also seemed not to be together, embarked on different paths.

Yulia began to create life. At first, she was very clumsy and her creations were not even as good as those created by the World Tree in the first era. But she was indeed creating, and Mordor was still walking in reality. At this moment, Yulia's creation of races was known to the world, and she began to be called "God" by life forms.

Mordor's footprints covered the world. He spent many years, perhaps a thousand years? Or perhaps ten thousand years? He found one fragment of the World Tree after another, and then decomposed and reconstructed these fragments... condensing the special "properties" remaining in the World Tree, which eventually became the seedling of the World Tree.

He found Yulia: "Yulia, as long as we replant the World Tree, the world will return to its original course. You will no longer need to create life."

Yulia looked at Mordor with disappointment: "Mordor, how could you be so cold-blooded—haven't you realized that the World Tree is wrong?"

"Wrong?"

"If He creates life but does not guide it, the end result will be that He will be consumed by the resentment of life. Just as we see in the various races, the stronger individuals protect the weaker individuals as they grow, guide them, and impart knowledge and experience, just like parents and children. Since the World Tree creates life, it should guide it. If the World Tree does not do this, even if you replant it, it will only repeat the same mistakes."

Mordor did not understand.

How could we repeat the same mistake?

Last time, they failed to notice the ominous presence. This time, now that they know of its existence, they can prepare for its birth before it is born, and destroy or expel it in advance... How could they repeat the same mistake?

He felt a sense of estrangement from his former companion. He vaguely saw something different in her; she seemed to be enveloped in some kind of light, and he could almost hear the prayers, worship, and devotion of the races she had created for her.

The created life influences the created life.

That's what Mordoch thought.

This is no different from an ominous sign.

Yulia has been corrupted by this power.

It's like the World Tree being eroded by misfortune.

She didn't realize—perhaps, this is how the World Tree died.

Mordor and Julia went to war.

The first life forms to emerge finally began to struggle against each other.

"Modorh, I have not been corrupted! I call these powers faith, the devotion of the lives I created to me, the light that guides them!"

“No, Julia, you will become something different, and you will surely be harmed by this so-called faith. This is not the right path.”

No one could kill anyone else, but Yulia was heartbroken for the races that had fought and died for her in this war, and she finally made a decision.

"The heavens belong to me, the earth belongs to you."

The sky and the earth, once separated by the World Tree, were thus divided.

Yulia took away the race she created and built what is known as the Celestial Realm in the sky.

Mordor stands in the world.

He felt he should perhaps plant the World Tree.

That's what he was thinking all along.

but--

What if Julia is right?

Mordor created the race that would later be known as the demons, but unlike Julia, he was more like the World Tree, creating numerous races without guiding them.

He watched these races fight each other, yet they called themselves "Demons" because of his existence.

This might be different from what he imagined.

He calmly observed everything that was happening in the world.

Until one day, an ominous presence began to appear within him. He keenly sensed the birth of this power, and then… he controlled and modified it, transforming this ominous presence into what would later be known as the "curse." It was a power unique to the Demon King. At its core, it was the hatred that the demons he created harbored for him upon their deaths.

Faith, curse.

Mordor was unaware of the situation in the Celestial Realm, as Julia was highly wary of him. He suspected she had misunderstood his actions back then. Civilization had grown rapidly; he wondered when it had become so brilliant. He recalled the earliest life forms, so crude and savage, where perhaps several races couldn't even find one or two capable of communication. Compared to that time, current civilization was truly…

Until, a race called humankind was born.

Mordor did not create such a race, and he was certain that this race was not a subspecies of any previous race—

He was somewhat happy.

Yulia reached out her hand.

He knew this was a race created by Yulia, though he didn't know how it had bypassed him and allowed this race to quietly emerge into the world. But... was this her achievement? Was it a conclusion she reached in the heavens? He had high expectations for this race.

But this race is really very weak.

However, they seem to be very clever?
Hard to say.

Perhaps we should observe it more closely.

Then, quite abruptly, while this race was still being observed by Mordor.

A man named A. Godora arrived before him with what he called a squad of heroes.

The swords and armor created by Julia.

Is this man... going to use his existence to prove her right?

Indeed, one could sense something strange about this man.

But no problem.

"I am the Demon King Mordor, state your name, hero."

“A. Godora, whoever obeys the will of the goddess, shall come to punish you.”

(End of this chapter)