Wait.
Manifestation…?
Manifestation Authority?
Then—
A bold idea suddenly flashed across Zayn's mind.
He still didn't know what kind of world he'd fallen into, but that didn't matter.
If the Manifestation Authority truly allowed him to bring anything into existence—
What he imagined, he could obtain.
Then couldn't he… manifest a body for himself?
It seemed perfectly possible.
Just like how Nuwa shaped humans from clay—
Zayn would create a body for himself.
I gave birth to myself!
He began picturing what his new form should look like.
First and foremost—
"It has to be handsome!"
Ahem. But pure handsomeness alone lacked depth, lacked layers.
Too perfect, and it would feel unnatural.
After all, the saying was true: too much of anything becomes its opposite.
So the body couldn't be too handsome.
It needed variety.
Yes… this body—
Handsome with a trace of delicacy.
Delicate with a hint of charm.
Charm blended with a touch of cuteness.
Cuteness textured with a bit of clueless innocence.
Innocence refined with elegance.
And elegance supported by depth.
Before long, an image of a white-haired teenage boy materialized in Zayn's mind.
Then he imagined the clothing: flowing, ethereal robes—
white as the base, grey as accent, and a faint stroke of sky blue as the finishing touch.
In short—
Beautiful.
"Face, build, clothing… all decided."
"…But something still feels missing."
He studied the imagined physique floating in his thoughts.
It was perfect—satisfying, even.
Yet still…
"Ah! Right!"
He finally realized it.
Strength.
This new body was too weak.
Completely powerless!
He was in the middle of a massive crater that looked terrifying just by itself—
and he possessed the Authority of Manifestation.
If he had power, others surely would too.
To survive, he needed strength.
But how strong?
Zayn needed a reference point.
"At the very least… something like Morax from Genshin, right?"
If he could reach that level, he'd have no trouble existing in this world.
Yes.
That would do.
After confirming everything one last time, Zayn prepared himself.
It was time to manifest his own body.
Manifest!
"Ugh—!"
Pain.
Sharp, tearing pain.
It felt as if something was being drained out of him—ripped away.
Within the shroud of white mist, a human form began to appear.
What had been formless vapor began condensing into matter, like a 3D model printing itself into existence.
Zayn had no idea why it hurt so much.
Maybe the creation cost was too high.
Or had he damaged his very origin?
He had no way of knowing.
He only knew—
he was getting sleepier… and sleepier…
"Not good… over-exerted… I'm about to black out…"
His consciousness wavered.
He was slipping into unconsciousness.
But he forced himself to hold on.
Within the mist, his true body was a hexagonal crystalline core—
his Manifestation Crystal.
In the final second before fainting, Zayn drove the crystal upward—
It sank into the chest of the newly formed body, embedding itself where the heart should be.
He didn't even get to enjoy being human again.
He passed out instantly from exhausting his power.
In this dangerous wilderness—
A white-haired youth lay unconscious on the ground.
It was practically an offering to nature.
A single hungry wolf could have dragged him away.
But no wolves came.
Instead, a streak of golden light flashed across the sky, descending on the crater.
This land was known as the place where a celestial star once fell—
its impact carving the vast abyss that stretched before them.
Morax had passed by earlier and seen a white star crash into the ravine.
He sensed the aura of a fellow demon god.
So he came to investigate.
"Disperse."
When he arrived, he did not see a white meteor—
but a cluster of white mist at the center of the crater.
Clear evidence that the meteor and this mist were connected.
With a casual sweep of his hand, Morax released his power, scattering the mist with ease.
When the vapors dispersed, a young demon god—
a teenage boy—
lay quietly on the ground.
Morax could sense the aura of a demon god from him.
But the youth seemed to be in trouble.
"…Very well. Since fate has brought us together, I shall lend a hand."
At this era, Morax was still willing—
even glad—
to make friends.
Seeing a fellow demon god lying unconscious, he couldn't simply walk away.
"This is… damage to his origin?"
Morax knelt to examine him.
Indeed, the youth's origin was injured.
He couldn't tell what had caused it—
but there were only two possibilities.
Either one was beaten until their origin was damaged…
or one exhausted their power to the point of harming their own origin.
The boy didn't look like he'd been in a fight.
Newly born, and he's already over-exerted his origin?
A strange demon god indeed.
Did he not realize that weakening his origin also weakened his strength?
If danger appeared now, how would he survive?
Morax shook his head, choosing not to criticize further.
He raised his hand and let golden energy flow gently into the youth's body.
He could only refill the boy's depleted strength—
But origin damage?
That was something only the demon god himself could heal.
Every origin was unique.
Even Morax could not interfere with another's.
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