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Cosmogony

Been an orphan in a world where talent, ability, laws and different race exist, where strength and power rule everything, the strong rule the weak, how is a Dio caelus going to survive in this world alone with the trashiest of trash garbage talent, a none awakener, follow Dio as he climb to the top. Moro who had his eyes shut in the library meditating suddenly sprang his eyes open gazing into the distance with confused look on his face "why is the universe announcing the birth of a true god, how? no one has ever been able to ascend to a level the universe recognize them as true God for ages talk more of a primordial true god" his confusion kept increasing thinking about the possibility of it happening now "the universe only announce it as a real God has been born" same thing is going on in different area on god plane from false gods all the way to the top had a confused expression, questioning themselves and anyone closed by for answer Author note: this is my first work, it a little bumpy at the beginning but it get better as it move on. do bear with me and encouraged my work. I appreciate. sometime my spellings and typing may be off but I apologize in advance, I will take time out to correct them, do support and leave comments to help make this book better than you

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Trouble of god-child's

Moro look really disappointed hearing Dio had gone out, he want to really be close to that lad, he wants to know what is so special about him, other god his level would have already dissect him to tell what made him rare

"hunting, that lad most be a battle maniac than I thought, he hasn't settle in yet and he is off taking on mission"

From what I heard its not intentional, it was more like a mandatory task forced on him" he could still recall the details passed on to him by Azura, now that he noticed it he found Moro looking at him with blinking or turn his gazebelse where

"it has nothing to do with me, I wasn't the one to enforce such law on him, he was the one picking a profession leading to such out come" sweat already form on his forehead from the pressure that look gave him

"what profession did he pick" moving his gaze else where, the pressure on gara has also lessen with him averting his gaze