Son of Creation? No, no, don't underestimate yourself. Monthly ticket bonus chapter [1515]

Though he knew the Creator probably had a remarkable backstory of his own, Murphy still couldn't keep a straight face when he heard the other party say, "Please watch this video."

He stopped on his way out and turned back to look at the optical projection above the Creation Engine's control console. Static like television interference flickered across it, then a clear image appeared, accompanied by a slowly emerging voice-over.

The story the Creator had left for Murphy began.

It was a man's voice, and just from hearing it, Murphy could tell it had the power and force of a strong man:

"What are you going to do with this planet?

"It's a 'patchwork monster,' forged from the essence of countless dead worlds. By its very nature, it's at odds with the laws of the sea of stars. On a cosmic scale, the sheer uniqueness of its vile symbolism is enough to make the sea of stars reject it.

"It's like how normal people don't like corpses, much less having a mad scientist for a neighbor.

"Like an unwanted orphan, it may be innocent, but destroying it here is the right choice.

"For your sake, and for its own."

That voice didn't belong to the Creator. It sounded more like a fellow traveler offering advice.

The person traveling with him didn't answer for a long time, as if he were thinking it over. Then the image shifted, and Murphy saw a little girl with blue skin, a Sangai, timidly rise from the shack in the oasis where she lived. Two figures stood before her.

Both were surrounded by exaggerated halos of light, making their faces impossible to see. But the Creator had to be one of them.

"Look. This world, shaped by death, has given rise to life. It's like