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"Huh? How can there be nothing?"
After searching the entire world, including within the River of Time, George failed to find a single clue regarding the Creator or the location of their palace.
"Could it be that this world has no Creator, or perhaps..."
As his thoughts shifted, he extended his right hand and drew a circle in the air before him.
Instantly, a spatial portal appeared before his eyes.
After advancing to the Universal Level, he no longer needed to borrow the power of the Vishanti; he could open spatial gates to enter different parallel universes on his own.
Stepping through the portal, a new world revealed itself to him.
"So there really are parallel worlds!"
Given his current strength, if a full-force search failed to reveal the Creator's location, there could only be two reasons.
First, the Creator was not in their own world, and perhaps even their palace had been destroyed.
Second, this world was not merely a Single Universe but contained parallel universes, meaning the Creator was a powerhouse at the Multiversal Level.
A Multiversal Level entity naturally wouldn't build their palace inside a single universe, nor would they typically reside within one.
With a flicker of his figure, he arrived at Hogwarts Castle and saw a younger Dumbledore.
With another flicker, he arrived in New York and witnessed the battle between Newt Scamander and Grindelwald.
After a series of verifications, he confirmed that this was indeed a parallel world of Harry Potter, only the timeline was set in 1926, during the era of Fantastic Beasts.
Extending his right hand to draw another circle, George passed through the portal to a third parallel universe.
This time, it was 1959. Snape, Lily, James, Sirius, and the others were still unborn in their mothers' wombs.
Opening a portal for the third time, he arrived at the fourth parallel universe.
The timeline of this fourth parallel universe was 1981, the era when Voldemort was most active and insane, and Harry Potter had just turned one year old.
Opening the portal a fourth time, George returned to the Harry Potter world that had been largely modified by his own actions.
"So, this is a Multiversal Level powerhouse who has already established four worlds."
Having ascertained the number of parallel worlds, George formed a rough estimate of the Harry Potter world Creator's strength.
They were stronger than Ilúvatar, but certainly far inferior to entities like the One-Above-All (OAA).
With his current strength, he definitely couldn't win a fight. However, if he was dead set on fleeing, there was a chance he could escape and hide in the Chaos.
However, he didn't want to go to the Chaos just yet, so he planned to see if he could establish a good relationship with this Creator first.
"Since they aren't inside, they must be outside."
Focusing his attention, George drew upon the power of laws from his own world, condensed it into a small blade, and slashed forcefully in front of him.
Immediately, a pitch-black rift appeared before his eyes.
He was utilizing the power he mastered at the Universal Level to tear through the world's barrier, allowing him to smoothly enter the Chaos outside the multiverse.
Unafraid of the pitch-black rift, George lifted his foot and stepped inside.
Passing through the rift, what lay before him was boundless darkness—a darkness that even his current strength could not see through.
Behind him was a massive, colorful sphere.
Inside this massive sphere were four smaller colorful spheres squeezed together, perfectly filling the space.
George knew that the four small spheres within the large one were the four parallel universes of this world.
At the junction above the large sphere stood a magnificent palace radiating an ancient aura.
"Found it, just as expected!"
That ancient palace was obviously the true residence of the Creator.
"Space displacement is impossible."
George had intended to teleport directly over, but he discovered that in the darkness outside, he could no longer utilize spatial laws.
Simply put, the space within the darkness was far denser than space in a normal world; his current level was insufficient to breach it.
If he couldn't breach it, he naturally couldn't use space to teleport.
"Then I'll just have to fly!"
Casting a flight spell, George flew rapidly toward the ancient palace.
Fortunately, flight magic was unaffected. Flying at full speed, he soon arrived at the entrance of the ancient hall.
At the entrance, a strange creature holding a scythe—possessing only a soul and no physical body—seemed to know he was coming and was already waiting there.
"The Creator? No, a Creator wouldn't be this weak."
He thought the fellow holding the scythe was the Creator, but a spiritual probe revealed the opponent's strength was at most on par with his own—impossible for a Multiversal Level Creator.
"Hello, Mr... um... I would like to visit the master of this palace. I wonder if that is possible?"
"I am the Death of four worlds and the servant of the Great Creator. She foresaw your visit and instructed me to wait here.
Please follow me."
Death offered a cold explanation to George, then dragged his massive scythe and turned to walk into the interior of the palace.
George was not surprised; he nodded and quickly followed.
It was normal for a Multiversal Level powerhouse to have detected his anomaly early on and anticipated his arrival.
Furthermore, although the Grim Reaper before him radiated a thick aura of death, there was no hostility.
Thus, he guessed that the Multiversal Creator likely held no ill will toward him either.
"Master, I have brought him."
Ten minutes later, Death led George to the rearmost room of the palace and reported with a face full of respect.
George looked at the object Death was reporting to and couldn't help but internally quip.
"This is the Creator of the Harry Potter world? A saucer?"
Indeed, there was no human figure in the room at this moment, only a small, purple saucer hovering in the air.
"Was the Creator of this world originally a saucer that slowly gained consciousness in the Chaos and evolved these few worlds?"
Just as various guesses flashed through George's mind, a very gentle voice emitted from the small purple jade disc.
"You have done well. You may leave."
Death immediately bowed, his body sinking into the palace floor before entering the massive colorful sphere.
After Death left, and before George could speak, the small purple jade disc took the initiative to explain:
"I know you are confused. This purple jade disc is not my true body.
My original body was destroyed due to insufficient preparation when I was creating the fourth world.
Fortunately, a kind-hearted Great Power passed by at that time and used this purple jade disc to stabilize my soul.
Otherwise, these four worlds I created would have lost their Creator."
"That Great Power wouldn't happen to be named Hongjun, would he?"
George raised an eyebrow, immediately realizing the connection.
The purple jade disc floated up and down, appearing to nod.
"Correct. It seems you already know."
(End of Chapter)