Return of the New God (Two Updates, Eight Thousand Words)

No one truly knew where God was.

Not even the Spectre knew.

At Level Ten, God had long since reached the end of the known and unknown, the ultimate aggregate of intention, non-intention, and meaninglessness.

The Spectre touched the Origin Wall in spirit form, and his entire body melted into it like ice. Before him, the Origin Wall that countless powerful beings feared was as though it did not exist.

Countless icy gazes turned toward him, nearly wanting to tear the Spectre to pieces.

"Bastard! Bastard! Why wasn't it me?"

"Spectre, get me out of here, and I'll repay you properly."

"Tell me, you little brat! What exactly is beyond the Origin Wall?! Even one sentence would do!"

These beings, who had struggled upon the Origin Wall for untold years, all roared at the Spectre with the last scraps of divine power they possessed.

Most of them had long since withered into mummies. Their flesh and blood essence, divine power, energy particles, and even intact life factors were endlessly drained away by the Origin Wall. Put simply, these Ancient Gods stuck to the Origin Wall had become immortal batteries, supplying it with the accumulations of their entire lives.

One after another, incomparably ancient beings capable of sweeping through an era let out unwilling roars. Some of them could even be traced back to the era when World Forger and Barbatos existed, but it was useless. Stuck to the wall, they could not even move a finger and could only keep loneliness company day after day.

Of course, they knew the Spectre as well—that fellow born noble, able to enter and leave the Origin Wall freely.

Crossing the Origin Wall was the goal they had pursued their entire lives, but dreams and reality were brutally far apart. They would remain stuck