The World-Reforging Program was activated. Within the region Murphy had marked out remotely, all things seemed to have been thrown into the forge of creation. Every visible substance and invisible rule was returned to its most primordial state, like building blocks knocked down and shattered, then rearranged according to the new design Murphy had chosen.
The pieces were still the same.
But in the hands of different little brats, even the same set of blocks could be shaped into entirely different forms.
The process of reforging all things was bound to be complicated. Murphy hadn't even begun to learn the art of creation, so there was no way he could fully understand the process through its intricate symbolic concepts. Still, that didn't stop him from describing its core in terms he could understand.
In other words, it was like deleting entries in the database of "existence," then creating new entries in their place to weave a new data mapping.
He hadn't forgotten, had he?
Before he came here to be a secondhand apprentice Creator, Murphy had worked in software.
Whether or not his description was perfectly accurate, it was more or less impossible to find fault with it from a mortal's perspective.
He stood at the edge of the region where all things were being reshaped, calmly observing as Dagon and the human vessel of the Sea Abyss Celestial Venerable perished together in the flames of creation. He also watched as the water throughout the entire sea was transformed in an instant by the energy of creation, its material form changing into brilliant, crystal-clear water that stood in clusters across the seabed, now flattened into an endless plain.
The whole process was swift and wondrous.
In just a few minutes, the initial reshaping of the region was complete.
The moment