Understanding and Consciousness

Chaos was jet-black fire.

It was neither darkness nor shadow, but a chaotic amalgam that encompassed everything. Because it contained everything, even the concept of "everything" had been subsumed by chaos.

What did it feel like to be burned by chaos's fire? That was complicated, difficult to explain.

But for No. 10752, it took a very long time before they realized that being burned by chaos was supposed to be painful.

Grab a handful of Source Star Marrow and pinch it into a roughly human shape, then roast it endlessly in blazing black flames. At first, it would let out the most terrifying screams in the world, its cries of pain echoing through the Sixth Layer Star Abyss and Tenth Dimension Space. Only after its senses and thoughts had been burned through would its once-spiritual body sinter and solidify. With a light tap, the black ash on its surface would swiftly peel away, revealing hard, immortal porcelain skin.

That was how 10752 was born: from the most insignificant dust in the Star Abyss, everything erased amid searing pain, then cast onto the front lines as the finest, most loyal, most fearless cannon fodder.

The God Samurai likewise molded from the Star Abyss called their battles epics. They could indulge in love, enjoy the admiration of mortals and the protection of faith, and fight the Destroyers with passionate fervor amid glory and splendor. Even if they died, the Nether Abyss and Lai Anding Fairy Spirit would receive and cleanse them before sending them into reincarnation once more.

So what did cannon fodder possess?

The answer was: a sword.

Crack!

The vicious impact snapped the blade, and 10752 was immediately thrown to the ground.

10752's first battle was a miserable one.

Their original form was merely that of the Artisan God Race.