"Heh, I don't need to explain what a large world is. Take Erathia as an example. If you were to reincarnate into a world like Erathia, what are the chances you'd gain any source power? Or even return to your peak?"
Demes, now in his humanoid dragon form, smiled knowingly at Muria.
"I understand now. My strength is still too weak. I don't qualify to venture into a large world yet," Muria admitted, his lips twitching slightly as he caught the implication behind his grandfather's words.
Small worlds didn't need much discussion. Their inherent limitations meant that even with fully developed extraordinary systems, their power ceiling was capped at the legendary level. No being could ignite divine fire or ascend to godhood within them, let alone achieve the epic level. The issue wasn't talent but a lack of resources.
For someone like Muria, who could effortlessly infiltrate small worlds, they were little more than playgrounds.
Yes, playgrounds. For an epic, entering a small world was merely a chance to experience mortal life. Gains were negligible. The only way to extract source power would be to emulate the methods of Evil Gods.
Medium-sized worlds, however, were an entirely different matter. Their power ceilings extended to the levels of gods and epics. Of course, worlds capable of nurturing such beings were incredibly rare. Even so, gods were much more likely to emerge from medium worlds than epics. Any epic born of a medium world was a unique miracle of the void.
That was precisely why, when Demes, Arudiba, and the others dragged the Desolate Evil God and his mother world from a distant world cluster, so many epics and gods gathered to watch. They weren't just observing the Evil God—they were fascinated by the medium world behind him.
A world capable of producing an epic was invaluable. Even if such miracles were rare and not easily repeated, who wouldn't want to try their luck?
For someone like Muria, who had recently ascended and still needed to accumulate experience, medium worlds were excellent places for trials. Though they carried risks, the potential rewards were significant.
But large worlds were another matter entirely. Naturally formed large worlds birthed divine beings at their inception. While these primordial gods diminished over time, intelligent species gradually emerged, mimicking the gods and developing powerful extraordinary systems.
As primordial gods faded, their roles were filled by these later beings. The longer a large world existed, the stronger its internal extraordinary forces became, and the more epics and gods it produced. Of course, there were exceptions, but this was the general trend.
Erathia itself was a prime example. The ancient gods who founded it—such as the First Titans and the progenitors of the Seraphim—had vanished, either perishing or departing into the void. Those that remained were subdued by titanic beasts or chose to lie dormant. None of the ancient ones were active in Erathia today.
For Muria, still in his formative stages as an epic, sneaking into a large world to seek benefits was nothing short of a fantasy. Any advantages were long claimed by the world's extraordinary elites.
And as for acquiring source power in a large world? That was even more absurd. If an issue arose, the native powerhouses would resolve it before someone like Muria even had the chance.
If Muria were to reincarnate into a large world with his current strength, his focus wouldn't be on gaining benefits but on survival. The density of powerful beings in such worlds was immense, and in chaotic worlds without a dominant ruler, his reincarnated body would likely be killed during its growth.
Even with a strong background in his reincarnated form, the risks were unavoidable.
And if his reincarnated form were destroyed, Muria's true identity would be exposed. Unlike medium worlds, large worlds wouldn't expel an intruding epic. Instead, they'd seek to integrate him—whether dead or alive.
If Muria resisted, he'd face a coalition of native epics and gods bolstered by the world's will, who would forcibly kill him. His body would then merge with the world's geography. If he submitted, he'd become a new god of the world.
On the other hand, if Muria managed to reincarnate into a peaceful large world, avoiding danger during his growth, he'd face a new issue: how to reach the world's apex.
Random reincarnation would almost certainly make him an ordinary creature—over 99% of all beings in any world were mundane. Rising from this to the pinnacle of power would require extraordinary talent, guidance, resources, and sheer time.
For someone like Muria, time wasn't an issue, but becoming the strongest in a large world was a monumental challenge. The most powerful beings in such worlds were typically at least third-tier epics, capable of matching high-tier gods. Muria wasn't there yet, so reincarnating would be futile.
The most crucial requirement for gaining benefits in a large world wasn't a secret technique but sheer strength. No technique, no matter how advanced, was foolproof. The Heavenly Demonic Rebirth technique could conceal one's identity as an outsider, but some beings in large worlds could still see through it.
"So, for now, forget about large worlds," Demes concluded. "Unless you want to die without us retrieving your body for revenge, go ahead."
"I understand," Muria replied somberly.
"I heard your demi-plane absorbed a fragment of a world. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"In that case, I recommend using the Titan's secret method. It will let you quickly complete the second phase of world modeling and ascend to the third-tier epic realm. Then you'll be qualified to target large worlds."
"You mean killing Evil Gods?" Muria asked knowingly.
The Titan method involved frequent battles with world-destroying Evil Gods. Those who survived these battles would grow immensely. Titans like Akmond and the Machine Emperor Osiris were prime examples, having become strong enough to confront high-tier gods head-on.
Their confidence came from their victories over numerous Evil Gods, using the spoils to complete their second-tier world modeling.
"Exactly. Have you ever tried feeding your demi-plane or incomplete world an epic being?"
"No."
"Then you'll soon experience it."
"You're referring to the Desolate Evil God? By the time they're done with him, there won't be much left of his essence."
"That won't be the case. And let me warn you, once you taste this process, you might get addicted."
"Addicted?"
"Of course. Do you really think your Titan ancestors were all battle maniacs? There's a reason they craved battle even at the epic level!"
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