It's just this dream... It's really boring.

There was nothing in the void except for the distant specks of fluorescence and the slight dissociation of the invisible that seemed to be flowing slowly.

There is not even a concept of space and time, and 'he' doesn't even feel his own existence...

'Why do you have such dreams?' Or, I just went into the wrong 'folder' of the soul space?dream?soul?what is that?I'm sleepy...'

So the 'he' in the fog can only continue to 'sleep' in the dream...

Until an incomparably brilliant light suddenly lit up in the void, encompassing 'him', as if he was being carried by the tide of the sea, constantly pushing away.

'It's a little hot... It's kind of like taking a bath. ’

It's a feeling that comes back in.

But this warmth was only fleeting, and the surroundings became cold and silent again, and even his consciousness became blurred, and he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, his eyes were finally no longer so boring.

There are a lot of clouds of gas and dust in the starry sky, which is beautiful.

Then he finally had a second feeling.

That's 'hunger'.

Instinctively, he wanted to move closer to the nearest cluster of nebulae that looked like a few pillars.

So it was as if he had grown invisible wings that pushed him into these thin clouds of dust, like nibbling on marshmallows.

It's just that no matter how much you eat, you can't eat enough.

Slowly, when you are tired of eating, you will sleep, and when you are tired of sleeping, you will eat.

Until these dust clouds seem to gradually begin to form balls of light under the action of a force, and the surrounding area is like a sticky soup porridge.

He was so happy that he could finally suck in the abundant energy, but it was still not enough.

Over time, these orbs of light began to grow larger again under some kind of fusion.

This is undoubtedly his happiest moment, as long as he lies in these large balls of light and eats to his heart's content.

The only thing that made him a little unhappy was that these balls of light would suddenly grow in size and collapse after being sucked for a while.

But it doesn't matter, if you collapse one, you can just grow wings and replace one.

I don't know how long it took for such an endless reincarnation.

Until he newly descended into a sphere of light at the center of a galaxy, ready to continue living the days of eating and sleeping and eating.

He suddenly sensed that a small ball outside the ball of light had grown... Exist.

It is different from the existence of matter, similar to him and very different from it.

They... It's so small... It can only be churned over the broth on the surface of the ball.

But it still made him feel a kind of 'joy'.

Although he has met his own kind, they are all 'cold' and only know how to eat and sleep.

So it's as if a child suddenly got a toy, and in addition to eating, drinking, and sleeping, he has one more thing, observation.

Those little ones are just struggling in a nest of soup, constantly changing, and then... The soup is dry...

This caused him to feel a sense of 'chagrin', but he had no substance, and he couldn't do anything.

So he began to reminisce, and then tried to make the ball of light blow hot air to heat up the little stone ball...

To his delight, the balls were wet again, and the little things began to toss again.

Because it worked, he had nothing to do with the balls.

It's just that to his surprise, every time he heats up the balls, those little things disappear a lot.

This made him helpless, and he had to continue sleeping.

It's just that when he woke up again, there was an amazing change in the ball, and a much more active little guy actually created many kinds of creations, piling them up on the ball.

This made him sincerely happy, and thought that it must be a good change brought about by the 'heating', so every time he woke up, he would warm up the balls, and then eat and go to bed.

While each heat makes the little ones disappear a lot, every time they wake up, they become more.

Even slowly, these little things began to create creations that could move between the small balls, and began to multiply on other stone balls, yes, multiply.

He was genuinely pleased with this and thought that it must be his own credit.

So he continued to urge the fireball to spread the heat, and he never tired of it.

And these little lifeforms also began to expand and multiply in the entire 'Star Sea' under its 'inspiration', and encountered another life form that was also born and expanded in the Star of Themselves.

Unlike the little ones he 'created', this other group of little things seems to be much more 'smart' and 'long-lived', even to the point where they won't die for their own reasons.

At the same time, they also possess an ability, as if they can 'teleport' anywhere in the sea of stars.

What amazed him was that these clever little things were also doing the same things as him, nay, much more 'skilled' than him, using small stone balls as a unit to sow 'life'.

Soon, for some reason, the little ones he thought were his own got into a fight with these 'smart' little things.

In his opinion, the two are too far apart.

So as he expected, the little ones were defeated by the clever things, and they didn't even take the smart things seriously.

Eventually, they fled to the fireball they were in, seemingly looking for a way to defeat another group of clever creatures.

This made him look forward to it.

It made him feel like watching two litters of ants fight.

'Wait... What is an ant?' Why do I think this way?'

He suddenly felt a strange sense of disobedience.

At the same time, he seemed to suddenly have an inexplicable sense of urgency and terror.

It's like there's something in the body that seems to wake up.

Just when this feeling is becoming more and more apparent.

He suddenly discovered that the little ones had discovered him and his people.

Led by three of them, they prayed to him on their creations, that they would give them the means to defeat the wise ones.

And they called him and his people ... Catan!

In the language of these little ones, it translates as...

Star God!

He gladly accepted the name.

The little ones, on the other hand, claim to be ——— fear of death.

Also known as ——— Fear of the Dead!

'Fear of the Dead?Star God?Why... I think I've heard of them somewhere?'

This thought had only just emerged, and it was forgotten in an instant by the large-scale time lag.

Although he also wanted to help these 'Death-Dreaders', it was difficult for scattered energy beings like them to directly use their power to influence the real world.

So these 'Fear of the Dead' proposed to use their ** metal technology to create a batch of shells for them that could carry them.

They are then 'transported' into the metal body in the higher dimensions, and thus into the physical world.

The star gods, including him, approved of the proposal.

With the cooperation of the two, the 'Dreadors of the Dead' finally created these metal bodies.

and invented the invisible 'Bridge of Starlight'.

With the help of the 'Bridge of Starlight', the star gods have 'compressed and transmitted' themselves into the shell cast by ** metal through this invisible bridge.

He and his fellow men finally appeared in front of the Fear of the Dead as a physical entity.

Soon, he began to like his metal body and the real world that could be more easily 'interfered with'.

Yes... They can directly interfere with reality by their own volition.

For example, if a 'fireball' is extinguished directly, a stone ball can directly lose its gravitational pull, and it can also directly appear in any corner of the galaxy across space in an instant.

Everything has become too 'simple'.

It made him happy.

It's just that he is a little paradoxical that these small fears of the dead and the 'electromagnetic reaction' emitted from them make him feel inexplicably hungry.

This feeling of hunger and thirst is very new, completely different from the previous hunger and thirst for fireball energy.

But he suppressed the craving.

And the Fear of the Dead is also intimidated by his 'terrible power' and that of his kind.

And began to worship them.

He and his ilk began to revel in the flattery and worship of these 'believers'.

With the help of these 'gods', the Death-Dread's warships, which were originally only able to drift, were finally able to cross the galaxy in an instant, just like the races that their creators called the 'Old Saints'.

So they prepared for this battle of revenge!

But these little ones who are afraid of death are really too short-lived, and if he takes a nap, these little ones can die for generations...

So he proposed to the Fears:

I may grant you eternal life.

To his surprise, the fears of the dead showed a special fanaticism about this 'promise'.

Isn't this what their death-fearing people have been pursuing for countless thousands of years?

Soon, the Dreads took the advice.

But having an endless lifespan doesn't mean you won't die because of external causes.

For the imminent battle of revenge, the Dreadors resolutely abandoned their 'cursed' ** and replaced it with ** metal like the 'gods'.

Get rid of all the restrictions and weaknesses brought by **, and they can 'take revenge' on the ancient saints without any scruples!

It's just that, in the face of these ** who have been fading by the fear of death, and 'feeling' the 'electromagnetic reaction' they emit that is much more delicious than the energy of the 'fireball', he and his fellow people can no longer resist this temptation and begin to enjoy the 'molt' that these believers no longer need.

What neither side expected was that the 'memory', 'knowledge' and 'three views' left over from these 'molting' were also swallowed, digested and absorbed by them.

At that moment, he finally understood why these death-fearing people were so afraid of death...

It turned out that he had caused it unintentionally.

In addition to the first 'warmth' that re-gave birth to the 'primordial life soup' on the planet's precipitation, every subsequent 'warmth' he brought was a disaster for the little beings who had evolved into fears of death!

From the point of view of these little beings, they even think that they must be enveloped in bad luck.

In their galaxy, terrifying stars scatter hot plasma storms and flares at the surrounding planets every cycle.

The frequent onslaught of cosmic radiation destroyed their lives and nerves, and at the same time, their lives became extremely short in such a hellish and dangerous environment.

Because of the short period, it is possible to increase the fault tolerance rate in reproduction and adjust the direction of evolution as soon as possible.

Their lives are like duckweed in the sea of magma, often born in the cradle, directly scorched and swallowed by the deadly radiation heat wave brought by the cold star, and go straight to the grave.

Such a cruel environment has also made them a changeable, melancholy, morbid and cruel people.

As a result, when the Dreadors saw the ancient saints with near-immortal lives, they developed a surge of jealousy and hatred!

This jealousy and hatred is so hot that it tears at their minds like a curse in their genes gnaws away at their bodies!

Why can such a race have such a long lifespan, with infinite possibilities for trial and error, and are revered by their creations!

And they can only be cursed by radiation, disease and short-lived life all the time!

Why!

Stimulated by such jealousy and hatred, the Death-Fears finally mobilized the power of their entire civilization and launched a near-suicidal attack on the Ancient Saints and the living civilizations cultivated by the Ancient Saints.

And this war is also called ——— by the fears themselves

Battle for Paradise!

They want to bring these ancient saints who live in 'heaven'!

All dragged to hell!

So the great war that swept the entire galaxy began.

But from the very beginning of the war, the Dreads had no hope of victory.

Their technology was completely crushed by the Ancient Sage.

The civilization called the Ancient Sage has a technology called 'network', which can directly 'transmit and print' its troops through the 'network' to any corner of the galaxy through the 'network'.

By mastering the network, the Ancient Saints could easily outflank the Fears of the Dead and defeat them once and for all.

The defeated Fears had no choice but to flee back to their homes to lick their wounds.

And sadly ironically.

Fearing death, they waged a war at a near-extinct cost, but to the Old Saints, they were only a few insignificant offends, a silent threat of oblivion when exiled to the outer reaches of the galaxy.

Until... The Death-Dreaders have discovered the existence of these 'star gods' in the dead silence of their homeland, the ancient stars that once caused them endless torment.

I don't know if it is affected by the changeable, melancholy, morbid and cruel consciousness of the massive memories of these people who fear death.

He suddenly felt that the people he had inadvertently 'made' were ridiculous.

Since you expect revenge so much, we're... Be kind to you.

However, you still have to pay a little ... Price.

Having tasted the sweetness, they set their sights on what seemed to be even more delicious in the Dreads———

Their souls!

He and his ilk feasted on the souls of all the Fears in the desperate wails of the Fears.

In the end, this pathetic and ridiculous race has only left a faint echo in history.

Only the most powerful fears of death have retained their former wisdom.

Are there any hidden dangers left behind?

But he thinks it's just a shadow of what they leave behind.

When they were still alive, they were just a bunch of wretched creatures overwhelmed by jealousy and hatred, and after they became undead, what threat could they have?

From now on.

There is no fear of the dead in the universe.

There is only a group of undead who have been promised eternal life by him, and who hate all life.

At their behew, countless undead warriors embarked on their true 'Battle for Heaven' aboard the massive Catacomb Battleship!

The Ancient Sage's teleportation network technology, with the intervention of him and his companions, turned into a deadly trap, and could only be harvested in vain by the avengers who had changed beyond recognition.

Watching massive amounts of life being harvested wave after wave, galaxy after galaxy life being extinguished, and massive stars being completely drained.

Two diametrically opposed thoughts resurfaced in his mind, but in the path of sickness, cruelty, and paranoia, he could not even have a trace of 'pity' in his mind.

So he seemed to be slightly cut off, and began to be able to continue to watch all this from a third-party perspective.

After the real galaxy has dimmed, these star gods, who have been completely 'crazy' in the real world and have begun to be short of 'delicious', began to take an interest in their kind.

So they began to devour each other until there were only a few of their kind left.

Even so, the Old Saints were desperate for the war, and they cultivated two new beings born for war.

Ancient orcs and spirits.

The former can grow out of the ground like weeds, while the latter creates psionic magic that is unique to their spirit race on top of the ancient saints' already shattered technological system.

These new beings spread across the galaxy like wildfire, and defeated the space undead under the command of the Star God with psionic magic from the subspace.

What made the Star Gods even more unsettling for the first time was that the remnants of the Old Saints seemed to be creating new 'weapons' against them.

The Star Gods, who had devoured each other for thousands of years, joined forces again and began to use their 'interference' abilities to build a barrier.

This barrier directly separates the physical universe from the subspace, making psionic magic directly ineffective in the space with the barrier.

But just as the barrier was about to be completely unfolded across the universe, a catastrophe occurred that neither side expected.

The two sides have been fighting for thousands of years, and the pain and various extreme emotions of countless new races that continue to stack in the war have accumulated a terrifying psionic energy in the semi-enclosed subspace.

War, pain, destruction, and despair all cast a deep shadow on the sea of souls in the subspace.

So a group of 'predators' was born from subspace.

These newly entered third parties indiscriminately attacked the remaining space necrons under the command of the Ancient Saints and Star Gods.

So the star gods agreed to let the 'predators' and 'enslavers' rule and harvest those creatures, and when the galaxy was completely desolate, the enslavers would retreat.

At that time, the newborn species will provide food for the star gods who have returned from their slumber.

This process may last millions of years, but they are immortal.

So they ordered the undead to build a huge cemetery for them to escape the scourge.

However, what the star gods didn't expect was that these cemeteries were really the 'graveyards' prepared for them by the undead.

The Supreme Ruler of the Space Dynasty, the Lord of the Silence, has led their people in an uprising and once again launched a war of revenge!

And this time, the spearhead of revenge is aimed at the star god ——— the source that has cursed them for countless thousands of years!

From the hands of their original enemy, the Ancient Sage, they obtained a weapon specifically to deal with the Star God!

Extradimensional maze generator.

The terrifying nature of the star gods is directly imprisoned in a supercube labyrinth of thousands of notes.

And these 'gods' were cut into countless pieces.

Except for a few fragments that 'escaped', the rest were 'imprisoned and escorted' in the 'tomb' prepared by their 'gods'.

And 'he' is one of the 'escapees'.

Just as 'he' opened the subspace to escape, a 'spear' fired from the tomb struck it, and countless extradimensional labyrinths cut through its 'essence' and subspace passages at the same time.

He felt a heavy sleepiness again.

In the end, he only saw the space tombs that had also been depleted of 'energy', and they all fell silent.

These beings who were once afraid of death.

Poor beings who have been failing.

Finally, before they fell silent.

Won once.

Event horizon... Return to darkness again.

Just waiting for him to open his eyes again.

He found himself standing in front of an incomparably majestic being.

An indescribable gaze from the dark void... Staring at him.

"I, I can promise you eternal life..."

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