After everything went black before my eyes and I met an unexpected death, I, Jonathan, have been drifting here ever since.
This is a dark world, shrouded in obscurity, nearly impossible to see clearly.
I can sense my surroundings, even move my form slightly. But a thin "veil" constantly hovers before my eyes, obscuring the darkness beyond. It's like a barrier, keeping me from truly seeing the world outside.
In the solitude of my thoughts, I've come to a realization: I've most likely transmigrated. But for a transmigrator, this start is worse than that of a certain satellite spirit who hung in the sky for millions of years. At least that guy could see the world below, even if he couldn't move. All I have in front of me is a chaotic darkness, tinged with shadow.
Time slips by unnoticed. I'm trapped like a prisoner within this thin veil, unable to break free. The veil is only slightly larger than the form I can currently sense, restricting me from moving far. My control over this body has grown more precise—I can even clap my left hand against my right to keep myself from going mad with loneliness. Thankfully, my perception of time seems dulled. I watch as the veil before me grows thinner, until I can finally peer through it and gaze upon the beings below.
I press my head closer, squeezing through a small gap I've forced open, trying to get a better look—only to realize, strangely, that my body consists of a single, enormous eye.
But the sight I behold outside moves me, a human soul, to the verge of tears. Through the gap in the veil, I finally see it—the universe, a dazzling, breathtaking starry sky.
Stars shimmer in the inky night, and countless civilizations gazing upward seem to sing praises to the cosmos, declaring, "I am here!" to the universe itself.
The beauty of this scene stirs something in me, isolated for so long. My body sways in the heavens, projecting my form into the eyes of every living being. With a voice I didn't know I had, I sing out to the cosmos.
Then, to my shock, one by one, those civilizations flicker out. The starry sky falls silent again. A massive celestial body, formed of countless stars, surges upward from below in a fury and delivers a resounding slap across my face.
Startled by the sudden assault, I shrink back into the veil enveloping me. I watch as the enormous star-being hurls curses and flings various celestial bodies at the veil, pummeling it. For some reason, this sparks a flicker of joy in me.
There's something satisfying about watching someone lose their cool. But why did this guy attack me out of nowhere? I muse gleefully, unaware of the name of this massive star-being or why those vibrant civilizations snuffed out so suddenly. It's only later, when it's far too late to undo the damage, that I realize the truth—and by then, I've made a mortal enemy of the Supernova Dominator .
The Supernova Dominator has a fiery temper and little patience. After realizing it can't break through the "turtle shell" of this outer god they call the "High-Dimensional Overseer," it decisively moves to another corner of the cosmos to continue building its empire.
It is the master of celestial bodies, the lord of all starry skies, the arbiter of cosmic laws. It sets the rules for vast stellar empires, forcing all beings to play out wars according to its design. These spectacular cosmic dramas naturally draw my attention again, and I relish watching the Supernova Dominator lose its composure time and time again.
"What do you want? Why do you keep ruining my games? I gave you those territories, and you still come back to pester me?!" the Supernova Dominator roars, exasperated by one of its own kind.
"I just wanted to take a look," I, the High-Dimensional Overseer, reply sincerely. But my words only infuriate it further. "Get lost!"
"Get as far away as you can!"
Chastised, I reflect on whether I've done something to annoy others. Feeling my geometric body, composed of countless beams of light, I stumble upon a chilling realization: "Those civilizations… did they go extinct because I looked at them? I remember when I used to watch streams, my spectating never affected the streamer…"
I extend a fragment of my body, rubbing it absentmindedly. Only now do I realize how alien my form has become, and how my soul, in the endless solitude, has grown inhuman.
"But staying cooped up in this veil is so boring… I only glanced at them. Can a mere look really kill such fragile creatures? Hmm… I'll have to restrain myself from looking too closely. Just observing from above shouldn't cause problems, right? It should be fine. I don't know much yet, and I don't want to be an outer god with a bad reputation."
Unbeknownst to me, my infamy has already spread, thanks to the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. Among the outer gods, I've become the second most despised deity, surpassed only by Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings. Even the scheming Circle of Inevitability and the incessantly chattering Inextinguishable Ravings want nothing to do with the High-Dimensional Overseer disrupting their peaceful slaughter. They've never seen an outer god besides the Celestial Worthy exhibit such a knack for causing trouble without personal gain.
When they see the Celestial Worthy, they flee without hesitation. But when they see me, the "honey badger hiding in a turtle shell," they just feel cursed.
After all, outer gods still gossip about the time my careless gaze brought down one of the Supernova Denominator's World—a tale spread by the Celestial Worthy. The news shocked the outer gods, and the Supernova Dominator humiliating defeat became the subject of endless mockery. As the culprit, I fled to other dimensions until Supernova Dominator can't find me. Only then did I fully grasp some of my own traits, restricting myself to observing the conflicts of the starry seas from high-dimensional space.
Later came the clash between the God Almighty and the Celestial Worthy. The God Almighty awoke first, stripping many outer gods and Old Ones of their authorities and source matter. Even the Mother Goddess of Depravity, standing at the pinnacle of the Old Ones, was torn apart, losing half her Safirah due to intense convergence.
The two gods uncontrollably absorbed surrounding Safirah and characteristics, engaging in a frenzied brawl. I nearly lost control of my own power, almost joining the fray as the High-Dimensional Overseer.
Thanks to my altered psyche, I didn't lose my Safirah like my old nemesis, the Celestial Worthy. I took a few tricks from the Celestial Worthy but managed to escape the battlefield.
The world became shrouded in a barrier, blocking the outer gods' powers. The Celestial Worthy and God Almighty fell on Earth after their relentless battle, and only after confirming their deaths multiple times did I dare open my eye.
I gaze upon the land, relieved to find that the beings below no longer descend into madness from my stare. Satisfied, I smack my lips and hide behind my veil, watching the Ancient Sun God awaken from the Chaos Sea, transforming into a radiant sun to cultivate new light on the earth.
Half-asleep, half-awake, I observe everything before me, ignoring my kin pounding on the barrier outside. I slowly sort through my memories, witnessing the sunset and the rise of new gods in the process.
I see the Black Emperor abandon his kingdom, and one Black Emperor after another perish under the siege of gods. I see the Creator's half-body roaring in madness, doors opening in the starry sky, never to close again.
As time passes, I grow more lucid, carefully preserving my human memories and storing them at the core of my mind. I see the distant crimson moonlight and the millennia-long schemes of two goddesses.
I touch my face, still bearing the red marks from the Celestial Worthy's blows. Thinking of this, I casually toy with the chaotic dimensions around me, straightening the lines that form them and snapping them like rubber bands.
The Celestial Worthy's blows were particularly brutal, and the pain lingers even now.
The Celestial Worthy surely holds a grudge, so I can't let that old scoundrel revive, I think, fully awakening from my haze. I lurk beyond the barrier, watching the earth with cold eyes. I see the Mother Goddess of Depravity corrupt Roselle and the Mother Tree of Desire control the Chained God.
The consciousness of "Son of Chaos" is sealed by the Celestial Worthy into a wishing lamp, constantly crying out to its main body for help. Countless outer gods try to sneak past the barrier to reclaim their Safirah, but the original barrier blocks them firmly. Compared to my wretched kin, I consider myself quite fortunate.
I remain low-key, observing the earth through my eyes as always. Even the Celestial Worthy, who's clashed with me for eons, can't quite discern the attitude of this troublemaking "mini-Celestial Worthy."
Logically, after being chased by the Celestial Worthy, I should be as eager as God Almighty to keep the Celestial Worthy's coffin sealed. Yet, for centuries, I've only silently observed, showing no ambition toward the earth.
Until a "velvet curtain" falls to the ground, swept away by crimson moonlight. A young man, slumped over a desk, awakens bewildered from a millennia-long dream, staring fearfully at a world suddenly unfamiliar.
In the eyes of other outer gods, I abruptly emerge from the veil that's shrouded me for eons, crashing toward Earth like a madman suffering from Celestial Worthy PTSD. I slam into the barrier with my source matter, startling the newly ascended gods on Earth.
Safirah surges outside the barrier, and the gods on Earth bombard me frantically, bolstered by the barrier. Taking advantage of the weakened barrier, the Mother Tree of Desire deepens its corruption of the Chained God, and the Son of Chaos attempts to rush in to complete itself.
Amid the chaos I've sparked, with the perfect opportunity created by the outer gods, I send a Sequence 9 characteristic from one of my two pathways to Earth.
Then, watching the gods clash, I gather my slightly damaged Safirah and prepare to flee. I slap the Hidden Sage, who tries to sneak in, before retreating behind my veil once more.
I spit out a mouthful of blood, sensing the characteristic transmitted through "myself." I flex my hands, noticing deep, bone-visible wounds. Blood flows from this body's abdomen, causing the "corpse," briefly revitalized by the Beyonder characteristic, to rapidly lose vitality.
"This won't do. If this body dies, the Evernight Goddess might detect this fragment of my soul. But the divine war in the skies is nearly over. If I use my main body's power to heal this body, I might still be discovered. Should I abandon this body?"
I let out a cold "heh." When projecting my will, I deliberately chose a dying individual in Tingen City with a mystical connection to the "Sefirah Castle."
Of course, I avoided the two who read the Antigonus family notes—those are the Evernight Goddess and Adam's handpicked candidates. Even if I was bold enough to challenge the Celestial Worthy before, I'm not foolish enough to face two true gods tied to Safirah at Sequence 9.
Luckily, I found a hapless Abraham family member killed while passing through here, not even a Beyonder noteworthy to the Church.
Logically, damaging my main body for an avatar isn't worthwhile. But opportunities to nail the Celestial Worthy's coffin shut may only come once.
I resolve to act, hammering a few more nails into the Celestial Worthy's coffin. As I finalize my plan, the outer gods who attacked either leave satisfied with their deepened influence on reality or retreat to the starry skies in defeat. I emerge from my Safirah again, gently tracing patterns in the sky above Earth.
Faint colors light up the barrier's outer layer. Even the Primordial Hunger, an outer god that devoured its own mind, is stunned by the recklessness of this "outsider" who seems so out of place among us.
Predictably, I'm repelled by the collective assault, fleeing while pulling my veil tightly around me—a gesture flaunting my intact source matter.
No one notices a mortal on Earth grasping a paintbrush, using colors to mend his dying body, erasing the bloodstains beside him. I look up coldly at the sky as dawn breaks on the horizon, masking the starry battlefield where countless gods fought for their lives.
I adjust my aristocratic top hat, dressed in vibrant yet meticulously tailored clothes, and step out of the alley.
(End of Chapter)
Translator's Note: Longest Novel Chapter I did Translate. LOL.