Arin first shifted his perspective back from world core to the way it was when he first appeared in this world. As a consciousness of a vast space. In this perspective he saw much more than what he could see as a world core.
In addition to the surface world (here it refers to what is normally visible in a 3d world not mearly surface of planet, it includes underground as well).
In addition to surface world he saw the very 9 fundamental laws that made his world and countless minor laws that came into existence due to their interactions. He behind every movement there is a hand of these 9 fundamental laws.
(A/N:- Don't say that there is a plot hole that in start of novel when he was making rocks and water he never saw these things as there is a saying "eye sees what your mind knows". Back then he did not know that these laws existed and neither did he tried to see it on subatomic perspective. In chapter of nature of all things he got to know there existence, since then he can see them)
Since his world became 1/10 of earth size and generated its world core he rarely shifted his perspective back to this state. He doesn't like this perspective, maybe beacuse of too much information compared to world will perspective he is constantly getting, although not uncomfortable maybe because of his past life as a human he does not like it. But he knew that the real reason is lack of free will in his world. In this perspective he can see that at atomic/ law level everything had already been decided. There is no concept of probabilities or change unless he influene it from outside. Its like everything and everyone in his world is a puppet. In this state he saw that foreign dao brought some change for so even if he hate them for trying to take his world and wipe out his consciousness, he is bit grateful to them. Still he wants to live longer so he gathered a part void energy he accumulated over the years and willed for a new fundamental law to come in existence according to his specifications.
Then the 10th fundamental law came in existence. The law of Faith
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Next, his will reached deep into the structure of creation — the lattice of the Fundamental Laws that bound reality.
One by one, he awakened them.
The Law of Time began to flow again, its essence stretching from the first spark of creation to the edge of eternity.
The Law of Space unfolded, infinite and precise, holding form and distance within its embrace.
The Law of Mass stirred, its pulse defining the weight of stars and the tension of atoms.
The Law of Gravity answered, calling all that existed toward unity.
The Law of Positive and Negative Charge flared, twin forces of attraction and repulsion, setting the foundation for all duality.
The Law of Motion roared alive, force and energy blending into the rhythm of transformation.
The Law of Life shimmered softly — awareness, growth, and thought coalescing into light.
The Law of Death followed — calm, cold, and beautiful — balancing creation with dissolution.
The Law of Genetic vibrated like a cosmic thread, weaving individuality and inheritance through all living forms.
And at last, from the harmony of all others arose the Tenth Law — Faith — luminous and still, uniting what was divided, linking soul to soul, thought to meaning, life to destiny.
The Ten Fundamental Laws stood side by side — ten pillars of existence, harmonizing in perfect resonance.
Together, they formed the foundation of the Divine Realm.
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From the void just above the material world, Arin folded space itself. The upper layer of existence peeled away from the lower, separating like mist from water. The new layer shimmered — an expanse of pure, vibrant potential.
The Divine Realm was born.
In it, each of the Ten Laws manifested in their purest form, their power unrestrained by the limits of mortal matter.
Time spun and coiled in radiant threads, weaving rivers of flowing moments.
Space bent into infinite geometries — lattices of endless reflection.
Gravity condensed into black halos that sang with weight.
Charge danced in storms of scarlet and azure lightning.
Motion surged as waves of invisible energy, creating pressure and wind.
Life sprouted as golden blossoms of consciousness.
Death spread like silver mist, calm and eternal, the entropy.
Genetic threads glowed — fractal helixes spinning endlessly in spirals of light.
Faith radiated through all of them, invisible yet binding, harmonizing every vibration into one vast song of existence.
Around each Fundamental Law, a Divine Crystal emerged — radiant anchors that stabilized the realm.
They pulsed, resonating with each other, and their harmony triggered a new cascade — the interactions of laws.
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As the Ten Laws resonated, they began to interact.
Each law became a radiant projection, and around each, minor laws began to bloom—countless offshoots born from their interactions.
Time intertwined with Motion to form the law of Acceleration.
Life and Genetic combined to create the law of Evolution.
Space and Gravity birthed the law of Orbit.
Even the familiar laws of the mortal world—Earth, Water, Fire, Wind—emerged again, each now revealed as a complex blend of many deeper principles.
The Law of Earth, for instance, was not a singular rule but a symphony—a composite of minor laws born from iron, copper, carbon, and hundreds of other elements.
Likewise, Water pulsed with the rhythm of hydrogen and oxygen, while Air shimmered with subtler threads of pressure, sound, and vibration.
As the cascade of creation continued, void energy surged into the Divine Realm. Arin's accumulated reserves, saved through centuries, burned away like fuel in a divine forge.
Yet he did not stop it.
He watched as the energy poured into forming vast, living domains around each law.
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As Faith spread, the first resonance began.
Across the mortal world, life stirred.
Mortals lifted their eyes to the sky for no reason they could name.
A farmer resting his weary hands on the plow felt warmth settle in his chest.
A mother tending her child during a storm whispered a thank-you to no one.
A scholar meditating deep within the mountains heard a soft hum, like the world breathing beside him.
They didn't know what it was, but instinctively, they believed.
Faith was not taught; it awakened.
It was an emotion beyond reason, a quiet understanding that the world cared—that there was purpose, that hope had a home.
Even the beasts felt it. Packs hunted together with strange unity, and sea creatures gathered under moonlit tides, drawn by invisible harmony.
The Law of Faith connected all of them to the world's pulse.
Belief flowed upward like countless threads of light, converging upon the Divine Realm.
And from there, it was reflected back—strengthening hearts, healing souls, anchoring the spirit of mortals to Arin's world.
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Arin observed silently from within the world's consciousness.
For the first time in centuries, his creation sang in perfect rhythm.
He could sense the equilibrium—the tension between foreign Daos and his original method slowly easing.
The corruption that once crept through civilizations now met subtle resistance.
Minds that might have fallen to foreign influence hesitated, distracted by instinctive reverence.
Belief had become a shield, thin but universal.
He exhaled in relief, though no air left his form.
"Finally," he murmured, "a heartbeat that answers mine."
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In the Divine Realm, the projections of laws stirred.
Their domains hummed, responding to the tide of faith that reached them.
But something else began to form—manifestations within the domain of Faith.
They were not independent entities, nor fully self-aware beings.
Rather, they were semi-conscious constructs, shaped from Arin's own subconscious—avatars born of his will, acting as extensions of his thought.
When mortals prayed for rain, a faint blue figure appeared briefly in the domain of Water, shaped by Arin's intent to nurture.
When a warrior prayed for strength, a crimson form blazed in the domain of Motion, guided by Arin's subconscious will to protect.
When a dying elder prayed for peace, a silver wisp stirred in the domain of Death, carrying tranquility into the mortal world.
Each avatar was tethered directly to Arin's consciousness, not through thought but through instinct.
They felt what he wished, acted as he intended, existed as fragments of his being.
They were the first gods, though no mortal would ever see them clearly—semi-conscious projections of the world's will, obeying without question.
When belief reached them, they guided it gently, directing the energy back to mortals as blessings of fortune, resilience, or inspiration.
It was an automatic cycle—Faith flowing upward, Grace flowing downward—a perfect spiritual ecosystem governed by Arin's subconscious.
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In the mortal plane, the effects multiplied.
Cults, sects, and movements began to arise, each centered around visions or sensations no one could explain.
A wandering hermit built a shrine beside a river after witnessing a blue radiance within the water.
Fishermen began to leave offerings of shells and coral before each voyage.
In mountain monasteries, monks began etching unknown symbols—traces of Arin's subconscious glyphs—into their walls without ever knowing where they came from.
None of them realized that the world itself was listening, responding to their faith.
Those who cultivated while holding faith in their hearts found their minds calmer, their breakthroughs smoother, their essence purer.
Even mortals without cultivation found strange fortune—the sick recovered faster, crops grew stronger, and disasters became rarer.
Slowly, imperceptibly, belief became the backbone of civilization.
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The Divine Realm brightened.
Arin could see threads of light—billions of them—flowing upward from mortals into the core of Faith's domain, forming a vast web that pulsed with synchronized rhythm.
Each pulse strengthened his bond with the world, making his will more distinct, more anchored.
He smiled faintly.
"This will do," he whispered.
"As long as they believe, my world will never fall to foreign Daos."
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Yet, deep beneath the beauty, there was cost.
The birth of countless avatars and minor laws consumed enormous amounts of void energy. The once-quiet reserves surrounding the world dimmed, and the void itself stirred, sensing the vibrant heartbeat of this newborn divine system.
But Arin accepted the price.
If faith could sustain his people, he would trade all the void energy he had.
The Divine Realm stabilized—its countless law domains shimmering like constellations, the semi-conscious avatars drifting among them like guardian spirits.
Each domain, each law, each pulse of faith now formed part of a single, grand harmony: the Song of Existence.
And far below, on the living world itself, mortals continued to dream, hope, and pray—
unaware that every word, every act of gratitude, every tear shed in prayer—
was heard directly by the world's own creator.