The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Chapter 479: Eryndor Race

In the Chaotic Continent, the first innate Eryndor was quietly born under the manipulation of the world.

As he was born, he didn't move like normal but instead stared blankly at the sky.

As a being born out of thin air, he knew nothing but a blank mind full of questions about his very existence.

As he tried to move his body to stand up, he fell several times before finally getting into a crawling position.

Looking at the surroundings, his eyes dilated in amazement.

The world around was vast and mysterious, filled with unfamiliar shapes and sounds.

It was an overwhelming sight: the vibrant landscape, the colors of the sky, and the rustling trees that swayed in the wind.

Looking down at his own hands and feet, a sense of wonder began to swell within his heart.

"What am I?" he thought.

"Why can I move? Why can I think? Why can I hear and see?"

Crawling around the area, he began to ponder the purpose of his existence.

A day later, as he crawled across the plain, a new sensation began brimming up within his body: hunger.

As weakness spread through his limbs, he realized he needed something, an energy vital for his survival.

Seeing a creature jumping around him, an urge rose within his heart.

Crawling quickly, he tried to catch the little creature.

However, due to his clumsiness, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it.

Feeling his posture was inefficient, he instinctively stood up.

After a few tries, he became comfortable adapting and balancing his body.

As he gained a higher vantage point and wider movement range, he looked at the elusive creature with greed.

Charging forward, he leaped at the right moment, catching the creature in one swift motion.

Unable to resist the instincts of his body, he bit the fluffy creature's neck.

Gulping down, feeling a new sensation as his body replenished its strength, he continued biting into the creature like a savage, devouring everything, including the skin and bones.

"Huh~," he breathed heavily, lying on the ground in comfort.

Hearing the sound of his breath, a look of enlightenment flashed across his eyes.

Trying different tongue and mouth movements, he realized he could vocalize his thoughts.

"Ah, Oh, Ih, Eh, Uh."

As hours passed, he imitated the sounds of birds, plants, wind, and nature, eventually creating his own language.

"I… Ugur," he named himself.

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Watching the rapid development of the Eryndor, Maximus and his wives couldn't help but be amazed.

"What incredible intelligence!"

"Developing basic locomotor skills, hunting its first prey, and finally creating a language all in a single day!"

When it came to language, they understood it through the spirit.

As long as a creature had a spirit, no matter how high or low was their intelligence, they could understand it as long as it had meaning.

Ugur, creating a coherent language in just one day and vocalizing it, left them in awe.

"Let's see how he develops further," Maximus muttered, watching like a parent observing a baby's first steps.

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Months passed, and Ugur continued wandering in the plains.

When hungry, he would catch prey, from rabbits to birds, from wolves to tigers.

No matter how fast or strong his target was, Ugur never missed.

Ugur also learned to cook his food.

Learning from fire left behind by lightning, he managed to create his own sparks by rubbing rocks and wood together.

Ugur even learned how to mix plants and water to create a 'concoction' that delighted his tongue.

Tired from his journey for the day, he lay on top of a tree, gazing at the night sky.

"What is the purpose of my existence?" Ugur muttered with a sigh.

Traveling aimlessly, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Though discovering food and ways to survive excited him, he felt purposeless and alone.

Though he could walk, he felt like a tree, just standing under the sun and wind.

Though he could think, his mind was like a river flowing aimlessly.

Though he could feel, it was like an animal following its instinctive desire.

Weighed down by such a senseless life, he lay on the ground, continuing in a daze.

Suddenly, while lost in thought, a deep feeling began to well up inside him.

In his mind, consciousness, or even soul, a blurry image appeared, as if guiding him.

"God?" he muttered unknowingly.

He felt the sacredness of the image, like an imprint telling him his life's purpose.

"To spread the name of God, to worship Him, to keep His name eternal..."

Finding his purpose, Ugur straightened his posture, looking at the land before him.

Months passed as Ugur searched for the perfect place to place the image of his God.

In an undulating plain mountain, Ugur placed a roughly made statue.

Though it couldn't fully capture what was in his mind, Ugur felt happiness, as if the sun and wind were caressing his body.

Bowing down, he prayed devoutly as he did every day.

Praying with the giant statue, Ugur felt a deeper sense of sacredness, filling him with joy.

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"Not bad, such faith and devotion..." Maximus sighed, watching Ugur pray to him.

Each Eryndor was bound to Maximus's origin; no matter where or when, as long as they lived, they would remain loyal and devoted to him.

He was their faith, the reason they lived and fought.

Such perfect believers, Maximus felt the strands of causality of power he had spent weren't in vain.

Moreover, because of their innately powerful souls and wills, the amalgamation of will they produced was a hundred times higher than normal.

Given time, as they grew stronger and more numerous, the benefits they would produce were far beyond those mere billion strands of casualty of power.

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After setting the statue of his God, Ugur settled down.

He barricaded the statue to protect it from harm and began living self-sufficiently, out of hunting and gathering.

Ugur found plants to grow on a massive scale for farming, captured animals that reproduced quickly, and learned to use the lake to fish for other resources.

Ugur also began building storage facilities, houses, reservoirs, and manufacturing facilities.

Though he was alone, his life was colorful, learning new things daily while devoutly praying to his God without interruption.

In his spare time, Ugur began rebuilding the statue, trying to refine it so as not to blaspheme the image of his God.

Soon a few years passed by.

One day, while tending to his farm, he felt killing intent behind him.

"Monster!" Ugur muttered in shock, sensing the power coming from the enemy.

In all his years, the most powerful beasts he had encountered were tigers and bears.

Looking at the monster before him brimming with power filled his heart with fear.

As the monster lunged at him, Ugur dodged, but it was too fast, striking him in the arm.

"No, I have to escape!" Ugur muttered, covering his bleeding arm, unwilling to die in such a place.

Dodging another attack, using trees and rocks to his advantage, Ugur successfully escaped.

But to his horror, he saw the monster marching toward the statue of his God.

Overwhelmed with anger, Ugur's fear melted away as he rushed toward the monster, terrified it would desecrate the statue.

Though he feared death, it was nothing compared to his belief.

Using his body, Ugur tried to lure the monster away, even if it cost him his life.

Unfortunately, when the monster passed a certain distance, it ignored him and continued marching toward the statue.

"What?! Why is this happening?!" Ugur screamed, nearly going mad.

Despite sustaining injuries, the monster remained adamant in its desire to destroy Ugur's belief.

As rage and unwillingness filled his body, Ugur's eyes began to bleed, staring at the monster with hatred.

"Why... Why... Why..."

In his madness, Ugur fought the monster with all his might, determined to exchange anything just for a slim chance of taking the monster's life away.

Yet, no matter what he did, the monster remained unscratched and strong.

As tears of blood streamed down his face, his pupils began to change in his despair.

Lines like honeycomb patterns crossed his eyes as everything around him began to slow down.

Ugur didn't notice this as he fought, his body becoming nimbler, dodging all the monster's attacks.

Consumed by hatred, Ugur entered a zone where only the monster existed.

With the world slowing down around him, he began to counterattack.

A fist, a kick—yet the monster remained unharmed.

Undeterred, he used his elbows and knees, concentrating on the monster's head.

Finally, after sustaining hundreds of blunt attacks, the monster fell with a thud.

Seeing his enemy fall before him, Ugur collapsed, staring at the sky, his last thoughts seeking forgiveness for no longer being able to serve his God.

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"Since you believe in me so much, how could I let you die?" Maximus smiled helplessly.

Such a brave and loyal warrior, fighting and killing a Tier 1 monster despite being a mere mortal—Maximus felt nothing but admiration.

Using his dimensional authority, Maximus thoroughly healed Ugur to his peak condition.

Watching him breathe evenly as he slept, Maximus heaved a sigh of relief.