Chapter 2

As the Creator leaves the throne room, everyone can't help but still look ferociously at Judas. They were all so mad that they wanted nothing more than to beat him to a pulp. Gradually, everyone starts to leave the Central room. First, Thoth, then everyone followed shortly after until Judas was the only one left in the room looking at a super glorious, huge, white throne. 

"I never expected dad to leave so soon. What was I thinking? How can I rule everything? Thank God that He left me a helper, Solomon. If not, there would have been no one sitting on the throne for a while." Judas thought to himself, as cold sweat dripped down from his back.

"Solomon, come with me. Let us see what my father has been so busy working on that he can't even spend time with his children" Judas says eagerly to Solomon as he walks towards the Great White Throne to sit on it. Judas is very eager to find out what his father has been doing for the past 100years. 

Normally, no one was allowed to freely walk into the Central room unless ushered in by the Mandators' If not, it was countermanded to treason; the highest level of offense known to existence. As the Creator can be said to be 'The Father of All'. Nevertheless, disrespect against Him is never taken lightly. Universes, Planets, Continents, and Countries can be destroyed depending on how severe the issue is. The Neo-Cosmic Court was not commonly known. Barely any direct mandates come out from there. Only the Universal Court was famous throughout the multiverse because they were Terrible figures who 'ran' the universe.

As Judas seats on The Great White Throne, his whole body grows to reach millions of feet at a time. He feels the surge of power from The Great White Throne surge into his pulsing veins. His whole body burst with a violet aura filling the Central room. As he exhales, his eyes start blazing with enlightenment. He learns about the various Universes, Planes, Planets, stars, and races. He also learns about the history therein. Time in the Central room is non-existent. Time has no influence of any sort in this room. Peering into the conscience of the Great White Throne, He also finds some sacred hidden books. One was titled 'The book of Creation', The other was titled 'My experiments', and the last one was untitled.

Each book featured different things. The book of creation had everything needed to create life forms with intellect, feelings, personality, and so on. The maker can choose to give them certain abilities and features unique to the race. The book also features how to make races with different power levels starting from rank C to rank A. 

The second book titled my experiments had formulas, mysteries, and so on in it. It explained the principles of the universe and how certain powers, races, and astrological wonders are made. It also had a certain chapter title that interested Judas. This was called Bloodlines. Under that, there was a fine print that read, 'The Creator's Bloodline'

 It had daily notes from the Creator himself. It turns out that The Creator was busy trying to make a race unique to himself. He wanted to make 'heirs' for himself. The reason for this wasn't stated in the book, but it stated that every time someone with this bloodline was born, an astrological sign will occur in the starry universe. All the 7 major suns of the multiverse will align themselves in a straight line and there will be no night for a week. All the stars will form beautiful constellations unique to the symbol of the individual born. This week is known as the 'Blessed week' to be celebrated by all the races. This bloodline can be used on any race but only The Creator, Himself can activate it, or bless someone with it. Each person will be known as 'Heirs' worthy to rule alongside the Creator and share His glory. When Judas saw this, he was filled with murderous intent. He thought his Father was trying to replace himself, and his siblings. "Could it be that Father doesn't love us anymore? No, I must tell my brothers and sisters. I can't let this happen! I will make sure I kill every last one of these so-called 'Heirs''"

"Solomon, send down my orders. Any day the Blessed week starts, kill every baby born on that day! Tell the Universal Court, and Mandators, This is my decree!" Judas said with wrath and fury.

"Yes, master" Solomon replied respectfully and left the Central room.

"In the meantime, since dad wants to create His race, I will learn how to make myself a bloodline that would dominate and kill every 'Heir' born. I will give them the ability to devour and manipulate, and they will be my own family and army. Together, we will rule the whole Neo-Cosmos! Before that though, I need to inform my siblings immediately!" Judas thought to himself.

"Brothers, sisters, please come, let us talk. Although, you are angry at me. There is something more important you need to know. It has something to do with our father. Please, come as soon as possible!" Judas called out to his siblings.

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[Thoth] "What could it be now? I hope this child isn't thinking of doing something extremely stupid! Anyway, I will go, but if it is not worthwhile...He must give me a suitable rationale" Thoth whispered to himself as murderous intent slowly filled the whole library.

[Ranná] Ranná's throne is at the direct heart of Hades. On her throne, she seemed to be extremely busy. Just as she was commanding one of the Demons Overlord on how to handle the mandate left by the Creator, her brows twitched lightly. With ears slightly perched up, she heard her brother's call from the Central room. "What does this brat want now! It better be good, if not, there is no dad here to save him from this one!" Ranná whispered to herself softly.

[Samson] Somewhere in the infinite wilderness, Samson was busy hunting with Jo, his purple-crowned Primordial Divine giant eagle. They were hunting wild buffalos in the wilderness, each was about the size of a duplex. While hunting the buffalo, a wisp of wind blows past Samson's ear. As it does, Samson looked inquisitive for a moment. He was debating whether or not to attend to his brother, Judas. After a few seconds of thinking, he quickly gave up his hunt, moving towards the Central room with great speed.

[Ecclesia] In the sacred realm of time, Ecclesia was practicing her time-reversal on a dove. Sweat could be seen all over her body as she was trying carefully to not fail. In the process of doing this, she felt slight turbulence in the air. Out of curiosity, she tries to multitask to find out what was truly going on. "What is going on? Why do I feel weird turbulence? Alika, do you feel it too?" Ecclesia asked Alika, her pet Shadow Panther. "Purr" Alika responded. Sure that she wasn't the one, she used her time powers to read the past. Only for her to find out that it was from the Central room. With looks of disgust, she peers deeper into the timeline and hears Judas's whispers. Only then, did she have an idea of what was going on? "Alika, come with me, we will be going to the Central room." Hearing her Ecclesia's words, Alika was happy flying in circles in the air rapidly. Only when she heard the words,' Central room' did she shrivel up like a cat about to be devoured by an unfathomable beast. "Haha, okay, fine. You stay here and wait for me, how about that?" Ecclesia asked. "...." Alika quickly nodded her head, still shivering. Just like that, Ecclesia vanished. There was no way for anyone to see which direction she left from, or where she was going.

[Montero] In the sacred city of Malak, Montero was walking on the street, as though he was a tourist in this great city. His face was solemn and determined. Each step he took was full of grace, and patience. He was recalling the day when his father, The Creator left. "Huh...Judas, what do you want now? You have the Throne now, I wonder what else you want from me? Do you think you can scold me? Little brother, I am afraid that you will need 700 million years of training before you can face me. Even then, you will still not be my opponent…" Montero says gently as he looks up to the starry sky. Ether and universal essence envelop him like a cocoon, as though forming a hurricane around him. It was slow but steady. Just like that, a bright white light burst through the cocoon pointing in different directions. Just like that, it exploded and he was nowhere to be seen.

[Nepha] In the meditation realm, Nepha was holding an extremely sharp sword in his hand. He was practicing his sword techniques with some court guards. Swift, easy, and ruthless, Nepha 's sword danced through the air. With each swing, the sword sang songs as it cut through the air! Drenched in sweat, Nepha's hair was messy, he was panting and seemed to have no room for resting. "That's enough for the day, Nepha. You are almost as good as me now. You have to go and refresh yourself. I believe there are some important things you have to attend to in the Central room" Damian says with respect. "Thank you, Damian. You have always been a good friend to me. I will go and rest today, but next time, don't hold back. I wouldn't either" Nepha replies. "When the time is right, we will go to the Grand Arena and have a good fight. Until then, You will have to work harder! How about this, you work hard and participate in the Universal Tournament. If you get placed in the top three, I will train you according to your dad's instructions fully. At that time, I'm afraid it won't be too long until you surpass me. You should know your position as the sacred divider and balance is not an easy feat. You must be able to stand at the pinnacle of existence to fully inherit this position. Your future is no small task, and as your teacher, It is my greatest honor and duty to train you. At that time, your father, The Creator will crown you and the universe will know your name. " Damian says calmly to Nepha. "It is well, thank you," Nepha says as he leaves the meditation realm.

[Zhou Pang] In Telenom, Zhou Pang was in her kingdom in Telo. She was just coming back from practice, as she had gone to the wilderness where she can increase her combat effectiveness while hunting, and practicing. This time, she was hunting an imperial-level flaming wild boar. The brown striped skin of this boar is so rigid, as though it can render steel metals useless. It stands 30 feet high on all fours, weighs 15 tons, and can run earth-shaking speed records. This boar is not your average typical. When angered, its overall strength and speed increase by 10%. Nevertheless, this boost has no negative effect on its defensive abilities. Although this boar put up a good fight against an elder god, Zhou Pang still had to sweat a little before capturing the boar. Just as she was about to pick up the heavy boar, her summer orange eyes lit up. Her eyes glowed as though she was intrigued by something. "Hmm...Judas, it seems like the Central room isn't satisfying enough for you. Why would you want to see me at this time? Is there anything in common we have? The only thing we had was dad, but you took that away, so we have nothing. Nevertheless, I will come for the sake of our father. If you mess up, I'll mess you up"  Zhou Pang whispers to herself with wrath-filled eyes. Within a twinkle of an eye, she could already be seen disappearing in the far distance above as she flew away. 

[Nema] Somewhere deep in the garden of Haven Kingdom, Nema was in a white house made of pearly white stones. The walkway was adorned with Sapphire, Zircon, and other precious gems. This was the temporary house of Nema. Ever since she was a child, she had always loved staying in the garden. She would stay there until almost everyone started questioning her whereabouts. The Creator knew this, so it pleased him to make a temporary 'house' for Nema according to how she imagined and described it. As time passed, Nema not only fell in love with her new house, but she spent surplus amounts of time there too. She would often spend her time playing with the plants, trying to make living beings, or trying to make living beings with emotions, reason, and personalities. Nema was very social, so no one ever questioned her mental well-being, but when it was her 'me time' the others had no choice but to let her go. Doing otherwise would not only welcome her wrath, but it would also welcome more unpleasant arguments in the future. Now, Nema is 5,700 years old, and her love for creation has never ceased to amaze onlookers. "Why can't I make it like this? Are its wings too heavy for it? Could it be miscalculated again?" Looking at her desk, Nema says to herself as she looks slightly unhappy about her progress over time. 

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