Just as in physics, whether light is a wave or a particle depends entirely on how it's observed.
The concept known as the "world's rules" is similarly dual-natured.
In the infinite worlds, those centered around gods firmly believe that all things, including humanity, were created by them.
Even the fossils underpinning human evolution are, to them, mere tricks played by gods to toy with mortals.
Conversely, those centered around humanity assert that humans evolved step by step from humble origins, and through the collective will of humanity, the world itself was shaped.
The initial spark of human intelligence in an age of ignorance caused ripples through the river of time, forging the outcome known as gods.
The sequence of time does not dictate the sequence of cause and effect.
Theocentrism and humanism clash endlessly, leading some to propose a third theory: dualism.
The dazzling origin of the infinite worlds—whether human or divine—depends solely on the perspective of observation.
Initially, this theory faced universal rejection, but over time, it gained reluctant acceptance.
"Whether it's theocentrism or humanism, it's got nothing to do with me."
The loli demon half-opened her dark golden slit-pupil eyes, one finger lazily twirling a strand of hair at her temple.
"But my intellect stems primarily from the divine side. Guiding someone toward humanism now feels… oddly—"
"Kind of satisfying."
Lucius, meanwhile, had no time to pay attention to the demon's musings.
His eyes were shut tight as he sat motionless on the bed, like a statue. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing nearly stopped.
A faint, flickering white glow emanated from his brow.
The glow began to spread, gradually enveloping every inch of his skin.
If he could see inside his body, he would notice even his organs were being coated in that white light.
"It's starting," The loli demon said, though she knew Lucius couldn't hear her.
No sooner had she spoken than Lucius's skin began to wither, his organs wrinkling as if shriveling.
But the effect was fleeting. The objects around him—bed, blankets, floor, even the soil beneath—began to show signs of decay.
In contrast, Lucius's body regained its vitality.
This was a physical enhancement, not rooted in magic but in a material ascension, reinforcing and reconstructing every cell in his body.
Unaware of his body's changes, Lucius felt as though he stood on a vast草原, his body battered by howling winds.
Before him loomed a colossal white wolf, roaring to the heavens.
It—or rather, he—was over ten meters long, its fur pure white without a single blemish, its emerald eyes filled with cold cruelty.
The white wolf, the god of wolves, finished its howl and lowered its gaze to meet Lucius's.
Undoubtedly, this was the essence of the beast tooth artifact.
In an instant, memories spanning countless years flooded Lucius's mind, a torrent so overwhelming it felt like his head might split or his vision blur.
An endless steppe.
Roaring gales.
Sprinting wolf packs.
Tribes charging like wolves.
Plunder, conquest, slaughter—
Prayers, sacrifices—
Roar!
The white wolf howled, its massive face twisted with savage delight.
This is you—
A voice seemed to whisper in his ear.
No, it's not.
You are our god—
No.
God, bless us.
Get lost, you fools.
Let all who stand before us be crushed.
I said, get away from me—
O swift god of the steppe, the gray wolf is your symbol. May your radiance forever protect the pride of the plains.
Ugh—
This is our offering to you—victory. O white wolf god, may you forever shield the wolf packs racing across the steppe—
Invisible shackles latched onto him, unyielding.
Goodwill, malice, fear, hope, ignorance, wisdom, prayers, hatred, curses.
They pulled, they twisted.
A faint green glow flickered in Lucius's eyes.
His teeth began to shift, growing sharp and robust.
White fur sprouted across his exposed skin.
Howl!
Prayers, faith.
Divine authority began to manifest within him.
He understood.
He was born to be a god—
Howl!
His body surged, growing to nearly a hundred meters tall, as if touching the heavens and grounding the earth.
Then, a laugh rang in his ears.
It was mocking… or perhaps tinged with inexplicable anger.
"Ha, haha."
"You idiot, you're such an embarrassment, turning into this."
A female voice emerged.
Who? Who dared to challenge a god? Who insulted the wolf god's majesty?
He roared, eyes blazing with fury, ready to tear the offender to shreds.
In the next moment, a tiny figure materialized from the ether.
Pale blue hair, small horns on her head, dark golden slit-pupil eyes glinting coldly, and a delicate face.
Her petite frame stood before his hundred-meter-tall form, like a mantis facing a chariot.
Confusion flickered in his emerald wolf eyes.
In his millennia—tens of millennia—as the wolf god, he had no memory of this figure.
But it didn't matter.
She was a challenger to his divine authority.
Suppressing the faint sense of familiarity, he raised a massive claw and struck without mercy!
Roar!
"Heh." The loli demon's lips curled into a mocking smirk.
Her mouth tightened, flames seeming to burn in her dark golden eyes.
Without hesitation, she leaped, her foot slamming into the giant claw with a sickening crack of breaking bone.
Howl! The wolf roared, whether in anger or pain, but the demon's figure had already vanished from its sight.
When she reappeared, she was at the wolf's underbelly.
With a leisurely step, as if strolling through a garden, she casually kicked the wolf's soft abdomen with her bare foot.
The giant wolf flew back, defenseless.
"Daring to cause trouble here—" She landed lightly, her fiery gaze piercing into the distant unknown.
"This is my turf!"
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