She did not care much about that detail, since there was no way he was actually a Dragon. It just felt oddly familiar. This was still not his true body, but rather a Clone that he had poured most of his effort into, something he had pulled out to use for now.
It was like personally logging in with a super-sized ecological Clone. That was why he had shed the old Great Dragon appearance and reverted to a form similar to Godzilla. Belial figured that after ascending in dimension someday, he would return to that posture anyway, since his higher-dimensional essence was still Godzilla.
The Great Dragon disguise was fine for lower-level situations, but this was a promotion match. Besides, he had used that skin for far too long, and it was about time for a change. As for wings, they had become largely useless, since in that form any part of his body could be used the same way.
Forging a universe and shaping an outer membrane sounded impressive, but when you thought about it carefully, it was just construction work with fancier terms. Right now, Belial felt exactly like he was doing manual labor, tired and bored at the same time. The the Lord was asleep and could not have the evolution interrupted, yet he still had to split off power to shape a body and rebuild this broken universe.
Did anyone know how uncomfortable that kind of contradiction felt? He had to do it all himself, and on top of that, he had to manually clean every polluted piece of construction material, those Shard fragments, before they could be reused. He could not afford to be careless, since this was something he was making for himself.
If it turned into a sloppy job, then once a fight started and he used Rend, things would get interesting in all the wrong ways. The bubble-like universe seemed very cooperative while he worked on it, but that still did nothing to ease his resentment about doing this labor. "Ah, I'm so sleepy. I really want to go back to sleep."
"If it really doesn't work, maybe I should let Baragon out and beat it up to wake myself up. Anyone will do…" His mental state was both drowsy and uncomfortable, like half-asleep in class while still having to take notes and understand them.
It had to be the result of shaping worlds for too long. When you did it yourself, you realized the difficulty did not decrease with diligence. It only grew as your understanding deepened, and Belial truly could not understand how this pile of Shard fragments had become so chaotic.
It was not just that they were mixed together, but as if countless unknown beings had thrown them together with all kinds of filthy things and stirred them up. They had been carried around, soaked through, and after everything died, burned down into ash, leaving behind these residues. The cause of all these traces was something Belial knew very well: battle.
He could not help but wonder whether this universe was some kind of shared ancestral backyard or factory for all Tokusatsu. Otherwise, how could it have been beaten into such a state? If those old acquaintances from before had been far more numerous and stronger, constantly fighting without pause, then maybe this universe really would end up like this.
Looking back now, he realized that most of them had wielded abilities formed by mixing various cosmic rules together. That behavior was precisely what twisted the original rules beyond recognition. If Belial himself did not carry a complete set of cosmic Laws as a template, no one else could have fixed this broken universe.
Without that, even he would have taken one look and said, "There's no saving it. Just wait for death." "If only there were a way to finish this outer membrane all at once. Knocking it out piece by piece, plus the time needed for later adjustment, might take far longer than I expect."
"Let me think. I seem to remember someone who could do this." He set the bricks aside and started slacking off, thinking of who might be able to handle it. The answer was simple, the ability of Lady Envoy that he had briefly experienced before.
That instant replication and restoration power, if he could use it himself, might let him directly copy the outline of the membrane. Reprinting an entire universe in one go was unrealistic, but dealing with such a thin layer would be easy enough. Even though the infinite singularity work afterward would be harder, finishing this layer first would not hurt.
Thinking this way, Belial felt it was necessary to drag out those people who were lying around in the back and make them do some labor too. Right now, he only had one helper, the Dragon girl who was helping him look for sacrificial offerings, and that was not enough.
"Ah, isn't the Dragon girl right here? Then I'll see if she can help call someone over." Once Belial reacted, Bella had already arrived as his translator. It was a kind of tragedy. He once needed an intermediary because he was too massive and too bright, and now that he was even stronger, he could only convey his meaning through a mouthpiece.
"He wants you to help bring over that Divine Emissary you met before, that is, Alba, to work overtime with us. He says that ability is very useful." "That will be a bit difficult. We'll have to wait until Dawn returns to her position. Just pass that on, and also mention that she isn't a Divine Emissary. She's a god herself."
After Bella conveyed this to Belial, it was translated again for Ham. "He made it clear, and he also asked whether this god of Dawn might be that top-tier Evil God called something like Luoshan…"
"No, that's the wrong one. You're mixing them up." "I know. I already clarified that. I just wanted to pass it on so you could laugh a bit."
"But the authority of Dawn could help repair the universe, so the schedule really can't be delayed. I can't be the only one working overtime." Ham had already pushed the progress as much as possible, secretly removing many obstacles and steps that should have been there.
Even so, if the ritual time had not arrived, then it simply had not arrived. At best, she could make adjustments around the ritual itself, but the key was still that it had to be activated. That was the most critical key.
The God of Darkness they were looking for continued to hide without showing himself. It seemed he really had been frightened by the combination of The End and the current Belial. The last time she sensed a trace and rushed over, the presence vanished halfway there.
If that guy could just be a little braver and show his head, how nice that would be. Then she would not have to keep running around everywhere.
How long does it take to forge a planet? Even with power like Big Bang, it still took tens of billions of years of buildup, formed slowly through countless coincidences. Belial could not pull off a Big Bang, but running his own manual assembly line to produce planets one by one was no problem, and using Earth as the size standard, he could hammer out one in about half an hour.
Of course, that was for solid planets. If it were gas giants like Jupiter, the time was harder to calculate, since everything he made so far was solid rock with no spare room for fancy tricks. These planets were basically stabilizers he molded by hand, carrying strong gravity and fragments of cosmic law to hold the fragile newborn membrane in place.
Unlike normal planets, their density and gravity were absurdly high. Tossing one back into the old universe would be enough to tear the eight planets beyond Sun into Shard. They also could not rotate on their own, nor form a proper system, because space within the membrane was still unstable and gravity could differ wildly over short distances.
He originally wanted to recreate a Solar System. The result almost turned into a Hurricane Battle Spirit, with each planet spinning faster than a top in the unstable rules of space, and one nearly smashed through the wall of World. For now, they could only be placed like Figurine decorations, kept within fixed zones to barely remain stable without falling apart.
The raw materials came from leftover cosmic Shard residue after forging the membrane. Once the rules were patched up just enough, conditions for matter to form appeared inside the membrane. Massive energy surged in, followed by the slow formation of extremely dense matter, kept under control so it did not bounce around like loose marbles.
Since that long-dead old universe had dropped a pile of Gold Coins, Belial simply reused them as building material. Every bit of those Gold Coins went into the membrane as part of the reconstruction plan, and if the universe ever truly recovered, it would owe him a proper bow. He was genuinely being a good person this time.
"Wait, I think I forgot about this thing." "I saw it before and did not pay much attention, but now it is a bit tricky. Still, maybe it is not that hard."