Odyssey of the Blind God

Nial\'s scream reverberated through the demolished center of the Orion Shelter.

He was in pain. A throbbing, seemingly ever-lasting pain that spread to every nook and cranny in his head.

His scream was heard by everyone, causing chills to spread down the listeners\' spines.

But even then, nobody came to his aid.

It was not as if nobody wanted to help him, it was just that they couldn\'t. 

Shockwaves of darkness swept through the center of the Orion Shelter one after another, destroying everything in its way.

Even the Oracle and other Gods had been pushed back and even injured when the darkness shockwaves impacted. 

Nobody could tell what Nial was doing, or what happened to him.

They just knew that he woke up, that the Army of Devils began to move, and that he began to scream all of a sudden.

Nial was awake but he seemed to be in pain, horrifying pain.

The golden flower inside his Cursed Divinity released its final burst of energy in a desperate attempt to survive. 

It was futile but the golden flower that had blossomed from the Seed of Illusion had yet to give up. The flower had already begun to wither, yet, it fought back knowing that it had only one last try to put Nial back to sleep.

Once asleep, it could drain his power once again, regain its power and be able to turn Nial into its vessel. Reincarnation wouldn\'t be wishful thinking anymore.

Unfortunately, the golden flower still underestimated its opponent. 

When it first put Nial to sleep, he was unprepared. He didn\'t know what awaited him and he was extremely tired from working relentlessly over the period of years.

He had just ascended godhood and was too focused on digesting the corpses of the Divine God of Truth, Ancient Gods, and a large number of ordinary Gods that he didn\'t realize that he had been baited and entrapped.

Now that he had experienced the Witness State over the course of a century Nial was not as foolish as before. The only struggle he was going through was that he knew one of his lives had been a farce, something that had never existed in reality.

Secretly he knew that his life in the Lacardia Empyrean Void never actually happened. Nial was fully aware of the bitter truth as all clues pointed out what actually happened.

Even now, he was in the Orion Shelter on the Origin, seated on the mattress of his broken bed, not in the capital of the Lacardia Empyrean Void, seated on the throne as the rightful descendant of the royal family.

He was blind as well, unable to see the mana flow and potential hue of monsters and other beings.

Nial was currently not even in possession of a Soul Space, though his body seemed to be trying to do something, which made him feel a sense of familiarity.

"Advocate…you fucking piece of shit…plead that I will never find you, or else you will wish to have never been born!!!" Nial cursed through his gritted teeth as blood tears continued to trickle down his cheeks.

The throbbing pain in his head still bothered him but he was slowly getting used to it. 

But that didn\'t mean he was fine with the overlapping memories and the trap the Advocate of Pryard had set up for him. 

He really wanted to kill the Advocate just now. 

Unfortunately, the Advocate of Pryard was not present right now, and Nial didn\'t really know how he or she looked in the first place. 

Furthermore, there was a huge battle going on in the Orion Shelter.

His mana perception allowed him to perceive everything that happened on the plateau and the surrounding regions. 

Thus, he could tell what was going on across the entire battlefield.

His Army of Devils had emerged all over the plateau. They split up and pounced on their opponents without care for their allies, or the numerical disadvantage they faced.

They moved like starving beasts thirsting for blood and dug their claws and fangs into their opponents. 

Holy energy may protect the perpetrators from the darkness all over the plateau but the dozen attacking races were still vulnerable to physical attacks.

Faced with the tremendous power of the Devils, the Originals, who had yet to ascend godhood, faced the most horrifying situation in their whole life. 

Overpowered in the blink of an eye, they witnessed the last brief moments of their lives all of a sudden. 

Even Gods had difficulties fighting the Devils whose strength was incomparable to their opponents. How could Demi-Gods, forget about weaker beings, even imagine doing anything against the Devils? 

The Army of Devils had been tempered and strengthened over the course of eons, protected and refined by their first master, who had given them enough time to grow even stronger than they had already been a long time ago.

The first Great War might have been a failure, but that didn\'t mean the second one would end the same.

Times had changed and so had the strength of the Devil Army.

As he observed the situation across the battlefield, Nial\'s Cursed Divinity began to itch.

The Heart of Gluttony restricted the golden flower\'s release of power and devoured every bit of energy the golden flower had released at once. In response, the golden flower died down slowly, creating empty space in the Heart of Gluttony.

\'Why does this empty space make me feel like crying? Did I become that weak, to feel sad and frustrated about the loss of something that wanted to harm me?\' Nial wondered.

He knew that the golden flower was harmful and that it pulled him into the Witness State with the intention of never releasing him. Nonetheless, he felt the sensation of being at a loss and missing something grow stronger. With the absence of the golden flower, it was almost as if the Witness State had been sealed.

\'Will I forget everything? No…I can\'t…I shouldn\'t…I have to remember!\'

Even though the Witness State had been harmful to him, intending to kill him by pulling him to sleep until the end of time, Nial couldn\'t actually hate it.

He learned a lot in the Lacardia Empyrean Void, about himself, his actual origin, his family, his race, and the Monster Dimension.

He knew that these memories were nothing but a scam since everyone he encountered in the Lacardia Empyrean Void was dead, killed by the Advocate of the Pryard…but that didn\'t mean the memories were not valuable.

\'I always wanted to know about my race, the Lacardia Empyrean Void, and my blood-related family…I cannot forget them now that I got to know them…even if everything is fake and they\'re dead, no matter how painful it is…I should never forget them. I just can\'t…\'

Nial clenched his fist tightly and he began to smile sadly. He knew that everyone was dead and that he was probably the last living Creatoran. However, that was fine. He had friends and family around him, people he loved, people who loved him. 

No matter how painful it was, he would be fine. 

He couldn\'t change the past but he could accept it, learn from his mistakes, and the mistakes of his people, and use everything at his disposal to protect his present and future!

As Nial began to accept both of his lives equally, the sensation of emptiness inside the Heart of Gluttony slowly filled up.

The energy devoured from the golden flower gathered around the emptiness. It filled the emptiness and formed something Nial was very familiar with.

It was something he had experienced in one of his two lives, something that he had never expected to encounter in reality.

\'I am forming my Soul Space?\' 

He was at a loss. 

Nial may be a Creatoran but he had accepted Damian\'s power, his Godly Fragment, and many other powers. 

Was he actually still able to create his Soul Space, able to awaken his Bloodline\'s special power?

"I can think about all of this later…" He mumbled to himself while trying to sort out the chaos in his mind for a few seconds.

He scratched the back of his head with a subtle smile as darkness shrouded him.

\'Maybe, I can actually combine both of my lives, become Nial Orin von Lacardia…\'

A moment later, he disappeared from the center of the Orion Shelter.

"...but first, I have to kill these bothersome insects…\' and devour them all.