Silva heard that, and immediately, a confused look appeared on his face. “What did you say?” he asked.
“I created nine heavens and eight hells, and all that was to carry out the experiment. I wanted to seal the demons and celestials separately.
Now, Order didn’t see an issue in me sealing them, as that would actually help handle the first issue that Order had against them. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire
Whatever method I used to seal them didn’t matter to it, so I did what I wanted and sealed them into the eight realms I created.
I sealed them in levels of strength. The strongest celestials and demons were sealed in the first continent, and then it followed like that. You understand the rest of that,” she said.
The scene transformed to where the first demons and celestials were sealed in the first continent. It was a barren valley.
“At the center of the valley was where I used as the anchor to seal them. It is not really important, but I just felt I had to show you.
The first continent was where I sealed the demons first. It was to serve as the prototype for the rest of the world.
What I did was try to create replicas of the first continent in all the other continents. I created the heroes, the demon kings, and basically the same story throughout the world.
Remember I said I wanted to create backups, lifelines that would help me? So I replicated everything in all the continents and made sure to separate them so that they never knew,” Ophelia said.
Silva had eleven minds; it would be a shocker if he didn’t understand what she was saying by now.
“So you are telling me that all eight continents were simulations that you set, replicating the first continent, a repeated setting?
You mean to say there has been the same set of people for each continent? You replicated—created more and more?” Silva asked. He kept a straight face, not showing any emotions.
“To an extent, that is what I am saying. The system was the same, but the people were not the same. They followed the same pattern—the empire, the holy kingdom—they were all constants.
But the people were not constant; they changed in every setting except for one constant, and that was you,” she said, not looking at Silva at all.
“What do you mean me? There is only one of me,” Silva said. He didn’t like where this particular discussion was going one bit.
“Yes, you, Silva. There only exists one of you, but not of the you before. Your Earth has several timelines, and if you have learned anything from me, you would have known by now that I possess the laws of time and space.
I was able to go through your timeline every single time, and in every time you died, I took your soul and planted it in one of the eight continents.
Repeatedly creating a dark dragon that would rise without limit and reach where I wanted you to reach,” Ophelia said.
Silva was truly not a fan of what he was hearing at all. He sat down on the ground and started speaking, “Hear me out now. I’ll try to analyze all you have done, and if I am right, tell me.
“The real world was the first continent. That was the only real world that ever existed, that ever held the essence of truth.
And in that world, or continent, you sealed the demons and the celestials—the pure, unfiltered form of them.
Then you created the heroes and the demons, and that was also when you went to one of my timelines and took my soul.
You created the first dark dragon that had to fulfill your task. The other dark dragons didn’t know about their limitless potential, and so you had to make the version that would actually rise and save you.
I am sure that this person, this version of me, grew as you wanted. He might have even risen beyond the scope of what you wanted, but this being didn’t free you.
That must have been the first dark dragon, the one that rose to battle Order. I am also guessing that this being left the continent, and soon the demons and celestials were free and wreaked havoc in that continent.
Soon after, the version of me that you created first must have died. You needed to try again. You needed to make another world like the first—one that would have more rules so that the same thing never happened.
I’m sure by this time, Order had limited your power more and heavily punished you for almost causing such destruction. Because of that, you could not create a brand-new world in the next continent, and you could not use another soul.
You were limited, but you had to try again. So you made a copycat in the second continent, creating variations, warping their memories to believe that the first dark dragon was from their world, making them feel like the center of it all.
And then you took another me, created another variation, and used that variation for a second attempt—an attempt I am sure didn’t work.
So you did it again in the third, making a better version while editing what you failed to do in the last one. You wanted to make the perfect conditions for your puppet, which was me.
But you kept failing, and with every failure that happened, your power was stripped away more and more by Order.
But you kept going, editing memories of people, making it seem like their world was the world, when in reality, all they had as memories were never their own.
You just kept remaking. Order refused to let you have the power to create life again, so you copied the souls of people and pasted them into these new worlds you made.
That managed to ensure Order didn’t completely shut you down. You weren’t creating—you were only copying the people.”