Claiming that he could escape the punishments of the heavens was completely surreal. Formerly, he was a mortal, and his punishment was not as strong as his strength, as he possessed the power of a god in a mortal body. But at this moment, the situation was different.
"That’s enough, Father," said an old man alone in the crowd, more than a mile away from any other god. His simple voice reached every being on that planet.
He was the personification of a wise old man. He used a wooden staff that exuded the purest embodiment of the laws of wood. His white beard flew in the wind perfectly, and he was bald only on the top of his head. Any god could change his appearance freely, and even if he didn’t want to change his physical appearance, reaching this state of old age was completely absurd. It was clear, from the old man’s aura, that all his characteristics came from the time he lived.
"Hey, old man! Who do you think you are..." a random god began to say, like in a cliché scene. It was incredible how history repeated itself most of the time, regardless of the degree of strength. The old man’s eyes...
They did not have any type of color and, at the same time, they had all possible colors. It was something completely incredible and unnatural. With further analysis, they could see that his eyes were made of laws.
"Boom," said the old man, and...
The god exploded into pieces, and each of those pieces exploded again. Every atom in his body was disintegrated into thousands of fragments, removed from existence.
No other god opened his mouth at that moment. The organization that suffered this attack was small, and the one who died was one of their biggest leaders, so logically they wouldn’t oppose the old man easily.
"The Librarian," that name resonated with everyone in various directions. The old man in front of them was a true living legend.
The entire history of the universe was present in his books. Any event was extensively detailed on thousands of pages and attached to its main book. No one knew how old this man was, but as soon as you became a god, you were presented with one of his books.
The book was titled "The Story" and could be remotely augmented by seasonal upgrades from the old man. The number of pages exceeded billions and described an immense degree of knowledge.
He was one of the oldest men in the universe, and he was even older than people imagined. Only a few monsters knew this. One of them was Father, but how did he know that?
The answer was simple: Father owned two books. One of them was titled "The History" and the other... "The Dead History of the Universe of Hades," more specifically, his old universe, and it was even bigger than the first book.
"What can I do for you, my old acquaintance?" Father knew he was strong and probably could face the Librarian, but...
Knowledge should never be underestimated. He was facing someone who was already a god when he was still a fetus. It would be a very difficult fight and would profoundly disrupt his plans.
"Make your intentions clear. As long as you don’t alter the universal cycle, I won’t meddle," said the old man, with frightening calm, considering he was receiving the gazes of the most powerful entities in the universe.
"I will consume a good part of the universe. It is not yet decided how much, but the space that will be left will be thousands of times richer in mana and laws. I plan to form a new order."
Pai’s words fell like lightning on the heads of everyone present. It was a new opportunity, but it also meant a radical shift in the power dynamics of the universe.
Even if they had much greater wealth, there would not be room for so many organizations and people. Inevitably, most of the universe would also be wiped out, and that included some gods.
Everyone there was smart enough to make the connection quickly. The atmosphere turned dark with these thoughts. No one had any idea what exactly Father was proposing, but it would be a complete disruption of order.
"I am proposing the death of all living beings with less than five rays and also the death of all gods who ascended to godhood without merit," Father’s next sentence shocked everyone.
"We won’t accept it!"
Dozens of screams echoed everywhere. Pai’s proposal was simply too ridiculous. This meant the death of at least 40% of all gods in the organizations and over 90% of all life in the universe.
Would it be the biggest genocide ever practiced in the entire universe, and all this for some gains in the quality and density of mana? For most of those present, who had reached a definitive plateau in their power, it simply wasn’t worth it.
Father laughed and began to eliminate some of the gods who shouted the loudest, inciting rebellion in the crowd. With only a few deaths, everyone was silent. Not because of the gods who died, but because no one there cared about the lives of others outside of their circles.
"I already have the collaboration of the 10 great organizations," Father declared, and that was the reason he killed so many gods without any of the ancients rising to challenge him or the promised curse being activated. All of this was false. "This is just a statement."
At that moment, true affliction fell upon most of the gods. The majority of some gods ascended to divinity and remained at the base of the divine, without ever being able to progress.
The gods possessed an incredibly quick mind and quickly made the connection: the first to be eliminated would be those who rose dishonestly, and then slowly the weakest would be exterminated.
It was a simple matter of logic. What Father was proposing was to raise the quality of mages in the universe by many levels. As time went by, new, much stronger gods would emerge. At least, that was what the natural course of things should follow.
A few beings, with a lot of accumulated experience, knew that only the number of lightning and mortals in higher realms would be increased. Divinity was not something that resources could easily achieve.
Father snapped his fingers, and a huge divine rune began to shine over the planet, trapping most of the weaker gods in its grasp. In less than a second, Father turned all of them into mana.