Innocence

"Sigh, so annoying. He's basically not doing what is asked of, and I'll need to use more, persuading ways to move his unwavering will and resilience."

Eli-Jar, donning a casual loose fitting robe floated around a dark space, stroking his thick, long beard in deep thoughts as he floated from side to side. After a while, he finally came to a halt as a sinister smile formed on his face.

"I really need the information for Hex-Omega, and I can't afford to miss out on the amazing creation of this new species. To do that, I'll need to see the strengths and weaknesses of these Hex-Betas."

Although it would have been easier to just come down himself to do everything, Eli-Jar discarded that boring thought. With his strength, killing off all the demonic angels in a blink was not even up to a fraction of what he could do.

He found no fun in that, it was better to find someone else for the job and watch that someone struggle in the battle against the demonic angels. This would make his observation a little bit more exciting.

Wait, shouldn't a god like him www be some kind of nice and benevolent being who hates chaos, death and destruction and is a lover of peace, harmony and unity? As the author, I'm sorry this god has not an ounce of that in his heart.

Although he could not bring himself to completely wipe out all his hard work, he would throw in some chaos at times and when it gets too much balance the chaos with the emergence of a hero.

Villains, Heroes? Mortals thinking that they have the ability to change their fate? Pathetic, each and every one of them created by me is following exactly what is set out for them. Every action, every thought, every movement - nothing is out of the box, all are predetermined right from their creation.

"Hehe, even this little one. During his creation, I practically shot myself in the foot. The code he was supposed to follow is clashing with the mission I'm giving him now…"

Eli-Jar frowned deeply as he fell into deep thought. Although he was all-knowing and all-powerful when compared to his creations, it was a bit ironic to say he himself had no idea of what he would do next despite his omniscience.

He can see the destiny of others but not his own, isn't that epic? Sigh, if he had just known he were to create these abominations in the future, he would have written a different script for George to follow.

"Hmm, I really need to instigate a fight between George and the Demonic Angels… Something that would trigger his bloodlust and fuel it on the quest."

But… What?

At that moment, a calculative light flashed past Eli-Jar's eyes, and his lip corners rose into a shrewd smile as he stopped stroking his beard. After a while, Eli-Jar waved his hand to the side and a beautiful scenery of stars, planets and moons appeared before him.

"Hehe, this would be very interesting."

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George wiped his mouth as he stood up, staring down upon the ghastly sight beneath him. A mess of bones with flesh still sticking on to them, gore had spread to the grass and some shrubs and even George's shoe was stained completely.

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He didn't even glance at the system screen, as he had an idea of what it would show him. After shaking his head, he turned around and began walking in the direction of Al'Hazrel.

After eating up the body of the dead corrupted fae, George only felt a minimal growth in his supreme qi and it was a bit disappointing. Given how weak his qi is, and how much Qi he needed to reach the next level, he expected eaten foes to give more qi or XP as the system put it.

"As soon as I get to the Dark Continent, I'll find a suitable place to cultivate. If it comes down worse to worse, I would find a suitable spirit symbiotes for the spirit symbiote cultivation arts."

Sigh, he actually knew a few spirit symbiotes from his journey to become the strongest being. But, with his current capabilities and weak qi despite his arsenal of dangerous skills, weapons and abilities, just the aura of one of them was enough to shatter his bones.

This is what happens when 80% of the allies you know are overpowered, and your strength gets sealed. You'd be a bit skeptical on if you should be approach or not.

"Risks are meant to be taken." George reassured himself, but thinking back to how he'd witnessed one of them literally finish off an army of undead with her aura alone, he was still skeptical.

He shouldn't be thinking about such distant things now. He should focus on cultivating his physique spoke so he would not just be able to release his fearsome aura of before, but also be able to handle overbearing pressure without getting turned to paste.

George shook his head and kept walking ahead, he was still wondering how his sister was doing. Where Leon and the others went to without him was also on his mind as they were supposed to leave the place together as per their agreement in the beginning.

Thinking back to the aftermath of a massacre he'd been welcomed with when he woke up, he concluded that things do not seem as easy as they appear to be.

Something was wrong, something deeper than this demonic angel nonsense and the bullshit Eli-Jar fed him with. Something isn't clicking, and that was really bugging George who hated being left in the dark.

Soon, George arrived at where he left Al'Hazrel and found her sitting down quietly by the side with traces of blood and flesh on her lower jaw. Her hair was also roughed up to make her appearance more rugged.

He shook his head upon noticing the numerous half eaten bones and intestines littered around in a mess of gore and bones. Staring down upon the ghastly sight, George felt nothing - his face remained as cold and indifferent as it were in the beginning.

"You didn't eat those?" George asked as he gave Al'Hazrel an apprehensive glance, a brow raised and his gaze sharp. He was a bit skeptical on how hungry this demonic angel really was.

"I don't like eating those." Al'Hazrel stated bluntly with an innocent expression on her face, she looked like an innocent little girl trying to avoid eating her vegetables - although, the blood smeared across her face instantly shattered her innocent facade.