Chapter 17- HURAHHHH

"Dragon God, for you, what is creation?" Electia asked the Dragon who is blacksmithing. He was in his two pairs of wings and eyes. He had a cloth veiling his mouth for extra protection from the heat, which he didn't even need.

"Hm, hmm. Creation is it? I don't have a satisfactory answer for the highest affinity of Creation such as yourself but if you allow me without laughing then I will indulge you with what you want." Ragnarok stopped what he was doing while answering Electia.

'You are so humble that it may seem arrogant but that is the reason why you are the Dragon God.' She thought as she looked over him. He has Azure scales with four golden eyes. There is no aura beyond his body but it gave off a majestic feeling. Gods will respect him by choice and not by scaring away.

"I don't have the ability to laugh at you Ragnarok, do I?" She reassured him.

"Then I will tell you what you want." He said looking at the far horizon.

"Creation, for me, is to transform the Cosmos to another form of Cosmos. You know, Energy can't be created nor destroyed." Ragnarok look at her with a smile but Electia has a fright on her face.

"What do you mean? You are an Ender God right? An energy and fragments of law will be destroyed at your whim. There is an energy source out there creating the Cosmic Energy so why are you saying that Cosmic Energy or rather, Energy can't be created nor destroyed." She said with incredulity and madness, if she didn't give her a satisfactory result, she may become mad and bloodshed.

"Because it transforms into different kinds of energy from one way to another." He assured with a cracking sound of energy, it transforms into the brightest flame, a myriad fate determining all and so on and so forth.

"It can also transform into a solid mass." He added as a sword, minerals and rocks appeared. There is a famous scientist that theorized that a mass can transform into an energy and vice versa. It was his inspiration from Creation. While it supported the idea that no material or immaterial things may be created or destroyed, it only transformed either in an interchangeable pattern.

Which became easy when he was a God governing Annihilation and Immortality. The opposite force of Eternity. He was a God of Creation which made it easy because with one thought, he could create anything.

"Anything can be created or destroyed as long as you know how to do it but the 'Creation' is taking away the raw form of everything while Destruction is giving it back to its source.

A mineral can become the most potent source of energy and Creation governs it. You are mistaking Annihilation as an authority that governs the End but it governs the absolute return from the Origin.

Electia only nodded her head brimming with light. Cosmic energy converged around her, her true form then manifested. A gigantic being with tan skin, her face is veiled while golden blood leaking from her eyes. Thousand upon thousand of arms manifested on her back creating myriad changes and mudras. Her long black hair stayed in motion. To all of Ragnarok's siblings, she is the only God with a humanoid appearance in her true form.

"Creation is about creating which already exist, even the non-existence also exists so they can be created. It is the state which anything can be created but also can't be. It is the state of Imperfections and impurity because there is no such 'perfection' or 'purity.' If it exist, there will be no room for further improvement. It is the state which you simply create and develop something which already exist in the Cosmos." He uttered pure nonsense which amazes even himself.

'Nah, if I went deeper, I can put out what I have said is true, without any lies.' He thought while comforting himself. He was a researcher and a seeker of knowledge. The subconscious mind works when he is saying bullshit. Like when people only write with their subconsciousness and without the side of the conscious mind. They will be amazed at how their thinking and subconscious mindset differ from each other.

And so it is better to do thinking or writing when the body is tired and the mind has no definite thought because it is when the subconscious mind works.

After a while, Electia returned to normal. Her eyes blaze with a pure Creation. She can create anything, from what she wants. It was when her thoughts about Creation began.

It was also recorded in Akashic Records.

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"This is an excellent quality coming from a mortal." Electia praises the giant ax she was holding. It weighs a ton and those who are not a Barbarian will be crushed to death because of the sheer power it holds. Agrenos uses blunt weapons that they didn't care about.

"You overpraised me, Moon Goddess. That bastard Altas always brought me news that his ax was destroyed. This is his 14th ax and will be his last because this is my perfect creation." The Ancestor of Dwarves proclaimed, his eyes brimming with passion and pride.

"You look like myself who overflows with pride creating something but there is no such thing as perfect because it means there is no further development and without development, you reach your summit without any form of path anymore." Electia said as her voice carried wisdom all over, the four of them looked at each other with embarrassment.

"We thank the Moon Goddess for your guidance." They all bowed and respectfully thanked the Moon Goddess.

'Yes, that is the reason why we can't become Dragons.' The Ancestor of All Creations has this kind of realization as it was a wake up call for them. When they are busy being proud of their work, the Dragons are satisfied that they created something and do another round of research on how to improve it.

"No need to thank me. Being proud of your creation is an appreciation of yourself but if you indulge in it much, you will become holed in your own fantasy." Electia told them the basic principle every God has and that was taught by Ragnarok. They are to be prideful but never become arrogant that they started to live in a small world.

They all visited places brimming with creation, from magic weapons, from households, transportation and civilization as a whole. They have created Canals and dug out the Earth to support the high rising building from afar. The races created by Electia have long been the best in terms of Invention, except Dragons. It is still a great honor for them. They are able to barter with Sea Races about Ships that Earth Races have created.

A transportation powered by Magic and other minerals. It was their discovery and improvement from the last hundred years the first time it was created. They manufacture many of it as the non combatant mortals and people like Barbarians have a chance to travel by the Sea.

They designed the Palaces and infrastructures that they learned from Dragons when the four visited them. The Land of Dragons are a world on its own and with their mindset changing to transform into a humanoid appearance because of the Saintess of the Dragon God, they become more versatile into what they are creating, making more progress in the process.

The Earth Races may have been prideful of their work but if they ever know that there are better ways to improve, they'll improve it. With Lightning Energy in the picture, they will become more adept at technology without the aid of Dragons, even.

"Moon Goddess, why don't you try this?" Haidei offered a cup of mead in her hands. They tried the Wines of Barbarians and tried recreating it with fruits and vegetables and that is their creation.

"Is that what Barbarians have created?" Electia asked as she accepted. It had a purplish color with bubbles on top.

"Barbarians surely have created the first beverage to make someone drunk but this is by far the healthiest kind for you to get drunk, Moon Goddess." The Ancestor Dwarf said with a pride on his face "It was Mead, from different kinds of fruits glazed with honey and fermented with yeast. Of course, it can be improved more than anything else." He added lowering his pride.

Electia gave them her emotions. Haidei have her love for Creation, The Ancestor of Dwarves have her pride for creation, The Ancestor of Agreno have her blindness for creation and Ancestor of Habbii have her glutton for creation. Not only that but because Electia is a true glutton.

"Then I might as well try it." Electia spoke as a true terror that the four of them would remember played out. Electia gulped down the Mead in her hands as she asked for more serving.

She asks for more until a jar, two jars, ten jars become empty and it may not be stopping soon. The Ancestor of Habbii only finishes four jars before being drunk but his Goddess is making it like water.

The Moon however became bigger, it shone with resplendence and benevolence that all the races that were created by Electia kneel and thank for all the glory they are experiencing as they held parties.

An illusion of the Goddess with a Moon on her back played out, it was the reason why they threw a more grandiose party.

Which they are doing everyday but this is more special that they held more parties. They become drunk, dance and sleep while dancing many times to thank the Moon Goddess, their creator.

"HURRAH TO THE MOON GODDESS." An Agreno shouted as he held a large cup of mead. He was sitting on the road with the Dwarves and Habbii

"HURRAHHHH." Then came a reply that was louder than his. The crowd joined in and tried their best to suppress not to shout. It is a courtesy that those who have shouted first must be the one who will shout until the end and they can only wait before he finish to shout.

"HURRAHHHH TO THE CREATOR." He shouted again as he held the large cup into the air.

"HURAHHHHH." A reply from the crowd bringing their cups into the air."

"HURAHHHHH FOR THE FUTURE." He said again, raising his fist into the air.

"HURAHHHHH." The crowd shouted as a song of laughter could be heard all over them. It was sonorous and without a problem. It will be a long night for them.

Many people don't know about the actual Moon Goddess coming but those who know only shook their heads because that actual Goddess had finished a whooping two hundred large jars of Mead.

"Where is the mead?" Electia said, pointing at the four of them.

"Moon Goddess, I may be presumptuous but there are none anymore." Haidei said, sweating profusely, there is none. They can last for a month but they become empty after a night.

"Hmm, okay." The drunk Electia become sober and transformed into a dignified Goddess. She look over her creation like nothing had happened.