Going back even further, thousands of years, humankind has always lived under the influence of nature, leading a self-sufficient existence.
Until a thousand years ago, when those gods descended.
Their emergence ushered in an era of faith and an era of divine division.
Then there are those familiar backgrounds.
The war between the gods intensified, and even the underworld began to openly fight against the heavens.
Some humans, dissatisfied with the rule of the gods, chose to join the underworld and participate in the era of conflict between humans and gods.
Finally, the god, utterly disappointed, departed from the mortal realm.
In this situation, however, a question remained in Viktor's mind.
Since 'Gaia' does not exist, the nature goddess who was originally supposed to be 'Gaia' did not create the first generation of gods.
So, where did Hades and the other gods come from?
Viktor had never given these questions much thought.
After all, when he was a player, all he needed to do was think about how to kill these gods.
He longed to question Chaos in the sky, knowing full well that Chaos had seen through his doubts.
However, the other party did not provide a response.
It simply raised its head slowly, as still and sculpted as a sculpture, and gazed at the chaotic sky.
Its scarlet pupils gleamed with an eerie light.
The emotion conveyed in those eyes seemed to carry a unique...envy.
After that, a sound, like a gentle stream, slowly flowed from Chaos's body, replacing the chat box that Victor saw.
“Each of us is bound by our own name.”
"We have no idea where these 'names' came from or what they mean."
"But we never thought of breaking free from this 'name' that we were given."
Its realistic voice is like a human's, clear and emotional, without any hazy or strange sense of holiness.
It's as if it's revealing its truest inner feelings.
At this point, Viktor fell silent.
For the first time, he actually felt such real emotions from an NPC.
Talking to it felt like talking to a game boss that he was supposed to defeat.
Rather, he is a normal human being, a being with normal emotions.
For the first time, Viktor was gripped by deep doubt.
Is this world real, or just a fictional game world?
Finally, Chaos in the sky slowly lowered his head.
Those scarlet, dull eyes pierced through the void, staring at Victor on the ground, the fluctuations in their eyes gradually subsiding into calm.
The ethereal chat box reappeared in his field of vision.
[Answering previous questions]
[Until the goddess of nature rejected the name 'Gaia,' I realized that I was merely a being bound by the name 'Chaos.']
This world needs a primordial god, and 'Chaos' happens to be a primordial god who created chaos and the gods.
Therefore, I was given the name 'Chaos'.
Viktor gazed silently at Chaos, but for the first time, he felt a tremor in his heart because of this boss who should have just been a character in the game.
What followed made him unable to remain calm.
[If, beyond this world, there exists a higher-level world, possessing a creation myth-like existence.]
They might be more well-known than 'Chaos,' for example... 'Arzeus' or something.
Will I, too, be given such a name by that being who bestows names?
[And become 'its' image, fulfilling its mission?]
In the long silence, 'Chaos' suddenly burst into laughter.
The surrounding space, a blend of purplish-brown, seemed to penetrate the entire world.
The chaotic laughter, a mixture of countless human and demonic voices, was like a trembling, vast ocean.
The surrounding space, a mixture of purplish-brown hues, seemed to penetrate the entire world.
It violently impacted the surrounding space, echoing continuously.
Don't wonder where this name came from; it just suddenly popped into my mind.
I don't even know the meaning of that 'name', what it looks like, or everything it has been through.
The chat box in front of Viktor paused here.
Chaos once again extended his chaotic arm, composed of various limbs, from his withered body.
I've answered your question, and I also know what your other question is.
But I can't answer that for you.
Finally, its arm fell, and one of its fingers, with sharp claws, landed in front of Victor.
Accompanied by that gaze that seemed to imprison the soul in place.
The contents of the chat box appeared before Viktor's eyes, word by word.
Now, it's time to talk about you.
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