Origin

It is rumored that an endless Demon has appeared in the Dimensional Sea, capable of polluting the entire world, and corrupting the very foundational rules of reality.

Transmigrators—a term that sounds common, referring to a seemingly accustomed group of people.

Yet, in essence, they are plunderers who encroach upon and invade the homes of others.

They come in many types: those who redeem world consciousnesses, those who seize the world’s origin, those who travel between worlds to collect harems, and even those who work as laborers in various Lord God Spaces.

Of course, these are all quite common.

There are also simpler ones, born from an ancient renaissance—those who gain power over the rules of other worlds by ascending and descending their own dimensions.

And my name is Lei Ling, a being who possesses the Rule of ‘Primordial’.

This ability allows me to alter fundamental mechanisms, thereby leveraging a world’s platform to jump to other worlds, or even to make myself an infinitely ascending, box-stacking entity.

I possess the abilities to be unsealable, unwearying, infinitely pure, certain to hit, and immune to high-dimensional contamination. Furthermore, I have a more exaggerated ability: imitation.

I am an existence that undergoes unprovoked evolution.

I once wandered the dimensional sea, and now I have neared the high positions, associating with high-dimensional beings of philosophical thought.

The world has begun moving toward purification.

Lei Ling felt extremely pleased, as his thoughts also seemed to become much clearer.

At least, on the journey of continuous ascension, Reg. Lei Ling began to feel…

These beings were unbound by any sense of morality; their thoughts were like endless random numbers, leading to non-repeating actions.

Creation. Destruction.

Electronic matter was something they could conjure at will, just as they could destroy everything.

This is something Lei Ling could also do.

Now, he is an omniscient and omnipotent god, a god of infinite box-stacking. He sensed the limitations of his own thoughts.

And so, he let his thoughts expand. In that instant, his consciousness began to constantly expand.

A God? An unknown creature not bound to any thought.

A God? An unknown creature that does not feel pity for the world.

A God? A monster heading where?

A God? A monster contaminated by the existence of a subconscious.

Lei Ling didn’t know what was happening to himself. He only knew that once his soul expanded outward, swathes of worlds would be polluted by his power.

The vast knowledge of the high-dimension twisted beings. The journey of the world halted before turning halfway.

Primordial is a terrifying concept.

Pangu’s creation of the heavens and earth required the Primordial, requiring the first-ever act.

The creation of written language required the Primordial; it could only be condensed from the burst of thought.

Time needs to be perceived, and all things must derive a predetermined reality from the Primordial.

Just as the soul is determined, the dimension is determined, science is determined, and existence is determined.

Unbeknownst when…

Lei Ling has forgotten how long his soul has drifted, and how many worlds he has destroyed?

In this boundless, endless box, Lei Ling repeatedly attempted to erase himself. The timelines had intertwined into a single thread. In this moment…

Lei Ling truly became the strongest individual, One is Ten Thousand, yet capable of being segmented again through his own death.

His existence subsists upon the cognition of others. As long as there is an impression, a memory, he can survive.

Even if the world does not perceive his existence, he can still exist in the Void.

“Am I a Transmigrator? My name is Lei Ling, and my existence is titled the God Whom Cannot Be Gazed Upon… Having completely derailed from the world, I have become a veritable Evil God.”

Lei Ling captured his own thoughts in that moment.

“Starting today, upon entering that point named ‘the Center of the Distant Box,’ I shall truly transform my existence into a genuine high-dimensional God.

Memories, if I lose my memories, will this soul still possess so-called purity? Ah, this typical human condition is recording itself again.

I am probably becoming less and less human… Is this the last time? I am truly weary of it.”

Lei Ling didn’t know where he was. He seemed to see a fairy-tale world beckoning to him.

After his dealings with the Evil God were complete, he happily joined a new performance.

Clad in a suit of armor, he slowly peered out from within a prison.

“Oh? It’s quite rare to see an Undead here…”

The voice slowly sounded in his ear. Reg (Lei Ling) slowly opened his eyes. Before him, a female Paladin was beckoning to him.

Whether playing the hero or the villain, it was ultimately tragic. Perhaps forgetting is the best method, but Reg could no longer remember clearly. He only remembered escaping from that place, and a significant amount of time had passed since most of his memories were made.

Perhaps this, too, is a performance?

Reg has begun to lose distinction between his name and his existence. He only knows that infinite ascension seems to be his very essence, and without a deliberate psychological suggestion, everything will be devoured by the birth of the Primordial.

All things will cease to exist.

That overly sorrowful drama did not seem to create any ripple in him; he only felt that the amount of blood he shed from killing was extensive.

I bestow upon myself a title:

The existence of Omni-Occupational Omnipotence, the actor who escaped the box in the First Century of creation.

He was the protagonist of the previous generation, and the protagonist of this generation shall be you. Come and awaken the stronger me.

“My name is Green, Lei Ling, and even Reg. In the next stage play, grow stronger, Reg.”