In a very distant past when humans did not yet exist on this land, the Absolute Deity spent leisurely time with Edkins.

“Living eternally.”

Looking at Edkins’ profile, the Absolute Deity, as he turned his head, momentarily tensed, giving strength to his eyes.

“Oh? What did you just say?”

Edkins smirked, raising the corner of his mouth.

“Thinking something else?”

“Oh, uh.”

Edkins stretched his arms and lay down on the grassy field that swayed in the wind.

From the blue sky to the gentle wind and the lush earth that purified the eyes—everything by his side was created by the imagination of the Absolute Deity.

“Well, if it weren’t for you, such a beautiful world wouldn’t have come into existence.”

One day, an enormous explosion occurred in the universe, and in the gap, unexpected life, the gods, were born.

These newly born gods each possessed their unique abilities, and the first-born Graham’s ability was ‘creation.’

That was it.

For a long time, the Absolute Deity had created new things in this most abundant place for the gods who had lived in darkness.

“Graham, I might be saying that living eternally could be a pain.”

Edkins raised his hand to block the dazzling sky at the absurd statement.

Graham was the first god to be born, followed by Edkins.

After that, a considerable number of gods were created.

The order remained the same in the hierarchy.

The Absolute Deity looked at Edkins with a vacant expression, then suddenly bent at the waist.

“Then, let’s create things that live for a while and die.”

At the nonsensical remark, Edkins’ eyes widened.

“What?”

“Well, so that they can experience how painful a life with an end can be. You don’t have to regret it even if you don’t experience it. How about that?”

Edkins remained silent, just staring at the Absolute Deity.

The Absolute Deity couldn’t contain his impatience.

“Edkins, don’t think useless thoughts. Anyway, gods cannot die.”

“I know.”

Edkins raised his hand to cover his eyes.

“But just in case. If I find a way, don’t stop me then.”

“…”

“I’ll do the best I can, and after that, I’ll end these tiresome times gallantly. That’s my goal.”

When Edkins looked at the Absolute Deity again, an expression with unknown emotions was on his face.

“That thought will change, Edkins. Once you see how those waiting for death struggle and suffer, you’ll definitely change your mind.”

Edkins chuckled lightly.

“Sure. Let’s see when that happens. Whose thoughts are right.”

Laclahan opened his eyes in the quiet darkness.

He was lying neatly under the blanket, and next to him, Vercheria was lying on her back, huddled and asleep.

Carefully turning his body so as not to wake her, he lay down.

“Vercheria.”
Whispering her name and giving her a kiss on the forehead, her eyes opened. Vercheria blinked with eyes still heavy with sleep. Laclahan brushed his thumb over her smooth cheek.

“Maybe I’m being too greedy.”

The Absolute Deity didn’t know if he might pursue more persistently than he had thought. He couldn’t even fathom what extremes he might go to in order to separate the two. This place was originally a new universe created by the Absolute Deity, and as long as it didn’t contradict the free will of all living beings, she could do anything.

The Absolute Deity wasn’t a compassionate or benevolent god as humans thought, but she had the ability to destroy this world and create a new one.

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm.”

Laclahan pulled himself up, getting closer to Vercheria as if he might touch her. The sound of rain falling lightly by the side of the two lying on the bed facing each other could be heard.

“Which one did the Absolute Deity use this time?”

“It was Princess Kelita.”

Laclahan’s eyes slightly widened and then narrowed with a crooked look.

“The princess should stop being used now.”

“It might be difficult anymore. Emperor Gerard expelled her from the royal family.”

“Typical of Gerard.”

Laclahan’s lips lightly touched Vercheria’s, like feathers, and then withdrew.

“But considering his personality, he probably didn’t just expel her. Did he threaten her?”

Vercheria’s eyes softened.

“When you were sleeping just now, there were so many things I wanted to say.”

“Yeah, you can say them.”

She turned her head to the side.

“But later.”

Laclahan raised the corners of his mouth into a smile and approached her lips again.

He lightly sucked and embraced her soft and moist lips, overlapping them up and down.

Vercheria’s tender flesh, felt just a moment ago, was touched several times, and there was no way to get tired of it.

Even though she felt it just now, she yearned for it again, and her thirst deepened.

When Laclahan encircled her earlobe and jaw with his large hand and applied a gentle force, Vercheria’s lips parted.

In the meantime, he delicately explored her, gradually stimulating her.

It was a sweet kiss, neither too light nor too heavy.

“I wish we could just be alone like this.”

Laclahan, with lips pressed together, whispered with a slurred pronunciation.

Vercheria reached out and embraced his masculine nape.