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Omission: The Birth of Monster

The world was very narrow and dark, and many things were not properly formed in it.

As if the Creator was testing the creatures he would create in the future; there were monsters of different types in the world.

However, there was a limit to the world's size, so the creatures living in it had to constantly kill and eat each other to secure space to breathe.

"Oh my, it's getting narrower. It's getting narrower."

"Going to d-die. Even today, I still need to decide... who will die."

"He is... He was born today. He is still small and weak."

"There are too many... Too many that need to be cleared."

'He,' who opened his eyes for the first time in the middle of it all, was exceptionally small and fragile. It seemed quite natural that he became the target of monsters. However, he had one thing different from other monsters from birth.

[You breathe mana along with the oxygen in the atmosphere.]

[You are dealing with mana, the energy of the full source of this world.]

[Your ability to deal with mana is a talisman. Passive skill magic power gained.]

[You have successfully contacted Akashic Records. From now on, you can kill other beings and take away their blessings.]

Until he was born, no one in this little world could save mana. Everyone thought it was what made this cramped, heavy, and narrow world even juicier.

That is, until he came along.

Maybe the Creator was trying to create by conducting countless trials and errors, and the monsters simply did not know that there was a being that could handle mana like that.

"Kill it!"

"It's narrow. It's too narrow! Kill it right now!"

"Before it gets bigger, kill it!"

Although he didn't realize how great he was at that point, he, fortunately, knew how to detect only the evil that approached him instinctively. He saw the various wicked beings flying to him and instinctively thought he wanted to defeat them.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"It hurts. It hurts!"

"Grrr, something attacked me! What is it!"

At that moment, their arms burst out at once.

No skill or anything, he just simply focused and burst the magic power in the whole area.

However, it was a fatal blow to those who couldn't handle magic and had no resistance to it.

He thought it was noisy as he watched the monster screaming in pain.

"Grraaaaaaaaah!"

"Arghhhh!"

"Grrrryaaaaah!"

His sharp mind became the blade of magic that slaughtered them, making the surrounding area grow quiet.

[Reached Lv. 3 of Magical Dominant Skill.]

[Reached Lv. 5 All statuses rise.]

[Passive skill Overpower has been obtained.]

[You have acquired active skill: Mana Molding.]

[You have acquired the record of Lv3 XXXX]

[You have...]

Only then did the newborn baby take its first steps.

It's a small world, but it was still full of life. They were all newly born. Realizing that they couldn’t even be opponents to him, he took off with his body.

He crawled in front of the things and he burst and killed them. Then he began to eat them all. No one could interrupt his meal.

[You are eating something that is made of the exact same composition as yourself. Due to your excellent magic power control ability, ingested substances will be used to grow your body]

[You are taking in the possibility of the beginning. You get a special record]

He ate what he killed and also realized that, in the first place, all these beings had been designed to grow by eating each other.

But who? Such a question arose to his consciousness as if it was a stone thrown onto the surface of a lake. At that moment, he was speechless, and he could read the message of the Akashic Records.

[You have acquired the passive skill: Language!]

After eating, he was no longer in the form of a newborn baby. Although still small compared to other monsters, he had grown up as an adult.

‘Who the hell made me and these things like me?'

He lifted his head, and thought quietly as he looked up at the sky of this dark, steamy world.

However, the answer was unknown.

He was upset that he did not know it.

Mana that others cannot handle and the pleasure that came from dealing with it made him feel overwhelmed and omnipotent. Still, it seemed like he had started to lose his light due to his ignorance.

"Who the hell!" he screamed, swinging his empty hand into the air. A long blade of mana swung along with his hand and cut off the hordes of monsters that were retreating from him.

[Reached Lv. 3 of Magical Dominant Skill.]

[Title of 'Origin Slayer has been obtained. All abilities are doubled when dealing with unrecorded ones!]

The level and record screens fell away again. It was as if they were complimenting him for doing well, and he was feeling even worse as he realized this.


"Who the hell made me!"

How unfortunate it was, to question his birth from the moment he was born. He screamed and radiated magic to the whole world.

Dealing with magical power caused a terrible mental and physical burden, so if he ran wild like this, he knew that even a very special being could soon die.

[Reached Lv. 6.]

[Reached Lv. 7.]

Each time he radiated magic, his skill experience rose. The monsters who couldn't run away were dying and were robbed of records by him. It led to a series of level-ups, so his gold-three condition was recovering.

And then, the moment finally came.

[Reached Lv. 9. All statuses rise.]

[If you don’t get a class, you can't get to level 10. All records acquired before that will settle until the class is created.]

[All the records you've gotten...]

[You've become the ’Awakened One.’ You are given rewards for learning new skills, and you are rewarded for dealing with skills you know.]

His path was decided without any choice from him. He didn't even like doing this.

"I don't like it."

He again swung his mana strongly. Countless lives were ending and giving him enormous records, skills, and experience. He didn't like it, but he instinctively realized that he needed strength.

"And, after that. I'll be sure to..."

At the end of the road, he decided to check with his eyes what was waiting, and he stepped back.

He was walking to a dead-end. The monsters who had lost their way escaping from this narrow world were all taken away by their last brothers, and went helplessly through.

The narrow world was soon conquered, and he broke the shell of the world and proceeded to a world larger than it.

[You enter the world XXXX]

[It is a place that is out of the source. Your ability is weakened.]

[Penalties will be minimized with the ability of Title "Origin Slayer.'']

There were many other worlds outside the world, and new worlds were constantly emerging. But he thought that his world was probably the first, because all other worlds looked like they were modeled after the world he was in.

It was all dark, the boundaries were unclear, and everything born in it resembled the ones of the world he was had been born in.

The peculiar thing was, many living beings that resembled him were gradually being born.

There were differences, such as longer ears, larger eyes, thinner bodies, or very muscular and different body colors, but it seemed to be based on his general appearance.

The reason was soon to be realized. It was because he could deal with mana.

After a lot of trial and error, the Creator made him invent the creatures made by his standard in many other worlds.

He decided to call them 'human.'

"It's crude."

He thought that what was happening in many worlds was insignificant and crude. It was unplanned, impulsive, and endless.

Then, an unfamiliar desire arose again. That was the desire to rule over these many worlds on behalf of an incompetent Creator.

"If the one that made me is the one who made the world, shouldn't I be called Alpha?"

He needed to be stronger for that. He needed to learn new abilities. He accelerated his growth by absorbing records through breaking down monsters who began to deal with mana along with the creatures that resembled him.

He went through all the records when he was created, and he succeeded in memorizing the ability similar to the person who created him. He called it creation, and by doing so, he rose to the top of the first higher-ranked beings.

He did not know that his ability was nothing but a forgery.

* * *

Having the ability to create something, he could never create something new. Therefore, he decided to reap those who would help him.

There was no one that 'transcended' like himself on their own, but he could forcibly raise others to the realm of higher-ranked being by distributing a little bit of his records. By doing so, he could save other beings’ lives, share their abilities, and apply them to what he created.

It was the moment when the Legion of Heaven was born. "Your name is Luciel. With the light you brought, the sky has become clearer, and you will be my most beloved son."

"Your name is Gabriel. You will be a messenger who communicates my will to the Earth and makes all of my wills known."

"Michael, my warrior. You will be a fighter of my will!"

"Uriel, would you like to share your flame with us? And you will spread it to many worlds to warm the Earth."

"Raphael, the child who takes care of everything soft and delicate. Your ability will bring the wounded back to their feet."

He made angels, those who have unique abilities that they couldn't develop themselves—light and fire, the ability to fight, the ability to see into the future and read reality, and the ability to heal.

His creations became more perfect as his subordinates' various powers were added to, and began to develop on the world ruled in his name.

He was very pleased to see it, and at the same time was very disgusted. After all, he couldn’t see who created himself, and he couldn't completely throw off what he had been from the moment of his birth.

"Am I on top of the world? No, isn't it just that I can't escape, and trapped with these things, all of us swinging together?"

He was never able to attain full creative power, so he struggled to escape its limits. In the end, what settled on his thoughts was mana, the energy that makes up the whole world.

"Yes... this is what went wrong in the end."

He could stand on the top of all beings because he could have different mana, but that's why he wasn't the Creator.

He had to create something that didn't exist. Something other than mana must be converted into mana, overturning the whole world and creating a world dominated by a new order!

’What should I do, and how?’

While contemplating, he was attacked by his children, who knew his will. They tried to kill him and take his power to rule over the world, but the moment they took on his power, they couldn’t kill him, which was foolish.

What's more, the moment they took it from his body, he was able to smile while still falling from heaven.

"This was what I needed. Michael, my lovely child, you gave me a present."

Those who were called gods died that day.

And a monster who wants to give birth to a new world by eating all the world, The Grid of Doomed Demons, was born.





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