Chapter 33: More Artifacts

Liam levitated from his throne, his body rising effortlessly into the air as the system interface opened before him. Countless translucent windows appeared around his vision, displaying the various functions and authorities available to him.

"System, create artifacts."

The system responded immediately.

[Please input the desired outcome.]

[Artifact Name:]

[Artifact Physical Manifestation: Weapon, Object, etc.]

Liam glanced at the interface. "Let’s create Odir’s artifact first."

He began entering the specifications.

[Please input the desired outcome.]

[Artifact Name: Odir’s Dual Axe]

[Artifact Physical Manifestation: Dual Axes]

[Artifact Ability: The destructive power of the axes scales according to the user’s rage, determination, and emotional intensity. The stronger the user’s emotions, the greater the artifact’s physical strength and destructive force.]

The system processed the information before Liam moved on to the next artifact.

[Please input the desired outcome.]

[Artifact Name: Aurevene]

[Artifact Physical Manifestation: Spear]

[Artifact Ability: The spear can generate multiple duplicates of itself, each capable of levitating independently through the air. The wielder possesses complete control over the duplicated spears, allowing them to direct their movements and coordinate attacks simultaneously.]

Liam then proceeded to the final artifact.

[Please input the desired outcome.]

[Artifact Name: Staff of Moleius]

[Artifact Physical Manifestation: Staff]

[Artifact Ability: The staff allows its wielder to accumulate magical energy over time and release it as a powerful projected attack capable of causing tremendous destructive force.]

Liam looked over the three completed designs before a satisfied smile appeared across his face.

"That should be enough."

His gaze eventually shifted downward toward the council chamber. Odir, Olium, and Moleius had already begun speaking among themselves, their earlier tension slowly disappearing as they became more comfortable with one another.

"They’re already getting along."

Liam watched them for another moment before remembering something rather important.

He was the only one capable of visualizing and creating things within this domain.

That meant the council chamber, despite its enormous size, was still essentially surrounded by nothingness.

"Ah..."

Liam suddenly realized his mistake. "I never gave them anything to do."

He raised his hand once again.

Three familiar white spheres appeared in the air.

The moment the spheres manifested, all three pantheons immediately noticed them.

Their conversations stopped. A strange sense of déjà vu struck all three simultaneously, accompanied by the unpleasant memory of their bodies being reconstructed from the inside.

"Ahhh..."

Odir’s expression became exhausted.

"Here we go again."

The three spheres began descending. They passed directly through the bodies of the three pantheons.

"...What?"

Olium cautiously looked down at his body. "Nothing happened?"

Moleius examined his hands, seemingly expecting another painful transformation.

Liam, however, simply raised both arms horizontally. The surrounding space immediately reacted.

Three magnificent artifacts materialized in midair.

The first was Odir’s Dual Axe, its paired blades appearing with an imposing presence that seemed perfectly suited to the lizardman’s warrior nature.

The second was Aurevene, the elegant spear floating motionlessly in the air, its form radiating a refined yet powerful presence.

The final artifact was the Staff of Moleius, an ancient-looking staff that carried an entirely different atmosphere from the other two, its appearance suggesting immense magical potential hidden within its structure.

The three artifacts remained suspended for several seconds before each began drifting toward its respective pantheon.

Odir reached out and caught the twin axes.

Olium carefully grasped Aurevene.

Moleius accepted the staff with both hands.

For several moments, none of them spoke.

Each artifact possessed a beauty that could not have been produced through ordinary craftsmanship. There were no visible imperfections, no crude markings, and no signs of conventional manufacturing. They looked less like weapons that had been forged and more like objects that had been given permission to exist.

Odir slowly rotated his axes in his hands, studying every detail.

Olium examined the spear with the curiosity of a warrior discovering an entirely new weapon.

Moleius gently ran his fingers along the surface of his staff, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to comprehend the power concealed within it.

Liam watched their reactions with satisfaction. "Looks like they like them."

He then turned away from the council chamber and flew toward the edge of the vast divine infrastructure. Once he had placed sufficient distance between himself and the three pantheons, Liam opened the system interface once again.

Liam opened the Chatroom and began reading through the conversations that had accumulated while he was busy establishing his pantheons. As he scrolled through the messages, he noticed that

Dr. Diagnosis had already advanced into the medieval age, proudly informing the others that they needed to hurry and catch up while still making intelligent decisions instead of recklessly accelerating their civilizations.

X_X had also made considerable progress. According to his latest message, he was rapidly approaching the same technological stage and claimed that he would catch up with the others after a little more time.

Lynx, however, had taken a different approach. Rather than forcing her civilization to advance as quickly as possible, she explained that she was deliberately relying on indirect intervention, carefully influencing their development while allowing them to progress toward the civilization she envisioned without directly controlling every aspect of their growth.

Liam stared at the messages for a while, comparing their progress with his own.

"Everyone is progressing faster than me. I really need to start doing things properly as well."

He leaned back slightly, his expression becoming more thoughtful as he realized that the other players were steadily catching up while he had spent much of his time simply observing, experimenting, and building his world.

"Why are there no additional members in the chatroom?" Liam wondered, glancing through the list of players once more. "Are they really struggling that much with acquiring intelligent life?"

He remained silent for a moment, finding it strange that the chatroom still contained so few active members despite the immense amount of time that had passed. Perhaps the others were still struggling to develop intelligent life, or perhaps their civilizations had encountered obstacles severe enough to prevent them from reaching the stage required for player interaction.