Outrageous. Simply outrageous.
As Dole carefully pondered this question, he did not neglect the work in his hands.
The spatial laws of this world were far too complex. Even with the unique perspective of a silicon-based lifeform, he felt that if he had three hundred years, he might perhaps be able to fully comprehend this place.
This place was practically a treasure trove. He felt that he ought to stay here forever and never leave.
This place was simply perfect.
As several waves of people entered, the entrance fell quiet. Though so many had gone inside, the enormous valley still appeared calm and undisturbed. Those people, those living beings, seemed to have no desire to fight at all, vanishing completely into the valley.
Dole found this somewhat strange. What had all these people come here for? Why were they all so peculiar? And what exactly was at this place's core, that had left so many people and so many factions beaten and defeated?
He immediately thought of that summons calling from deep within his heart. Could it be that he was the one fated to find it?
Dole had no plans to have his true body wield a divine spark. Though wielding one would allow him to fully utilize the divine spark's power—the power of a certain law—it also brought serious problems. For example, he would be bound to this world and unable to travel freely to other worlds. Moreover, he would have to abide by certain agreements among gods prohibiting them from descending to the lower realms at will. He disliked that immensely.
But if a clone could wield a divine spark, then he might consider it.
Divine sparks were indeed incomparably powerful, but their limitations were too great. They were not the path Dole wished to take.
Still,