The created life influences the life of creation.

Modoh believed so.

This is no different from ill omen.

Julia has already been corrupted by this kind of power.

Like the World Tree being corrupted by ill fate.

She did not perceive it—perhaps, the World Tree died in this way.

Modoh and Julia went to war.

The first born lives had finally begun to battle each other.

"Modoh, I have not been corrupted! I call this power faith, it is the devotion of my created life, the light by which I guide them!"

"No, Julia, you will become something different, you will definitely be harmed by this so-called faith. This is not the correct path."

Neither could kill the other, but Julia felt heartache for those races that died fighting for her in this war, and she finally made a decision.

"The heaven is mine, the earth is yours."

The heavens and earth once held up by the World Tree were thus divided.

Julia took away the races she had created and made the so-called Celestial Realm above.

Modoh stood on the world.

He thought that perhaps he should plant the World Tree.

That was originally what he thought.

However—

What if Julia was right?

Modoh created the race later known as the Demon Race, but unlike Julia, he was more like the World Tree, creating many races without guiding them.

He watched these races fight among themselves, yet because of his existence, they called themselves the "Demon Race."

This might not be quite what he imagined.

He calmly observed everything happening in the world.

Until at some point, ill omens began to appear within him. He keenly realized the birth of this power, then... controlled and modified it, transforming it into what later became known as the "Curse." That was a power unique to the Demon King. From the root, it was the hatred of the Demon Race created by the Demon King when they died.

Faith, Curse.

As for the situation in the Celestial Realm, Modoh was not clear, because Julia was heavily guarded against him, probably misinterpreting his actions back then, as the civilization of the world grew rapidly, and at some point, it had become so dazzling. He recalled life in its initial birth as coarse and savage, with several races unable to find even one or two to communicate with, compared to that time, today's civilization is indeed...

Until a race called humanity was born.

Modoh did not create such a race, he was sure this race was not a subspecies of any past race—

He was somewhat pleased.

Julia had reached out.

He knew this was a race created by Julia, although he did not know how it bypassed him to quietly birth in the world, but... was this her result? Was this her conclusion derived in the Celestial Realm? He had high expectations for this race.

But this race was indeed very weak.

However, they seemed, very smart?

Hard to say.

Perhaps it should be observed more.

And so abruptly, while this race was still under Modoh's observation.

A man named A·Gedora led a so-called Hero's party to appear before him.

The sword and armor created by Julia.

This man... is she using this being to prove her correctness?

Indeed, a strange feeling could be felt from this man.

But, no matter.

"I am the Demon King Modoh, state your name, Hero."

"A·Gedora, following the will of the Goddess, the one who comes to vanquish you."

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