Power of Creation

Book 4: Chapter 7

Magic, Identify Species! I declare as I float around the lifeless body, examining its various features and status.

Species Confirmed: Demi-god

Tsk I growl, waving my hand and obliterating the body.

In the real world, not even a second of time has passed, but I spent what felt like weeks working on this body in the frozen world. In the end, I managed to make something that truly could decimate my current opponent but still had many significant setbacks. Even a demi-god has a stat limit. Even a demi-god can be killed when compared to a full god.

If the demon ladies are right and the demon god is that dangerous, I need more than a demi-god. I need a body that can adapt to any circumstances.

Adaption.

I clicked my fingers. It makes sense. Thinking back to games and web novels, what weapon is always the strongest weapon? It isnt some super high-level thing, it is rather the weapons that adapt and evolve through hard work, determination, and skill. However, I dont have the patience nor the time to start at the bottom and slowly evolve something to my liking. And despite my god-like power, I'm not omnipotent. Its not like I instinctually know what will work and what wont.

The problem I faced when making the demi-god is that as soon as I started refining things to increase my attack, I found myself having to sacrifice agility or defense. Once I start trying to increase defense, I needed to sacrifice attack. I thought I did a good job balancing it all, but in the end, I only ended up with a demi-god, whose max status is only about thrice what a demon is. I could kill this Apostle, but if he had a lot of demon friends, I dont know how many I could take. Ten? Twenty? Point being, I could be overwhelmed pretty easily.

I take a deep breath, then start to work forming my magic. I summon materials from all over the universe. Mithril. Orichalcum, Star Fiber, Adamantium, Unobtanium, whether it actually existed or was merely conceptual, I summoned it all. Much like I did with the sex dolls, I constructed body after body after body. Id change various parts. Perhaps this one would have a tail, or more muscles, or different bone structure. Although, where I generated the sex dolls with a random generator spell, each one of these guys is handcrafted by me.

I let out a sigh as I finished the 10,000th body. As I work, I'm getting better and better at them. By the tenth body I could make them in a 10th the time. By the 100th body I could make them even faster still. I finally looked over at the clock. Fifty seconds had passed by in this world. How long did that translate to the amount of time I was there? Who knows? Time had no meaning in this world.

Hey, guys. I say, causing ten thousand versions of me to look over at my specter form. Fight!

Without a word, the ten thousand me's began to battle. They paired up and began fighting one on one. The situation varied. Sometimes they battled each other. Sometimes they battled monsters. Sometimes they fought in parties, sometimes they fought solo. My eyes continue to flicker over the group, watching for the one that stands out the most. There has to be one. The one.

I watch as my bodies grew, and evolve, and learn. As I predicted, one stands above the rest.

I dont get it I mutter.

He is strong, resourceful, and powerful like all of the rest. Yet time and time again he wins every match, conquering above all his peers. Yet his only primary difference is a rather ludicrous skill that cant even be used in the situations I put him in. In fact, it didnt seem usable in any situation. Yet, despite that, he performed better than any other.

I watch my bodies fight on as the seconds tick by. As the spawn timer hits zero, I make my selection. I pick the survivor.

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