1 Chapter1-The Elf Queen and Alan the Almighty
In the Divine Realm, at the pinnacle of the heavens, the Divine Pillars stand in ordered array.
Each pillar symbolizes the varying degrees of a deity's divine power.
The tallest among them, piercing the sky and reaching towards the azure beyond, descends to the very bottom of the Abyss of the Demon World in the Human World.
Beneath the luminescence of the sacred colossal pillar, a man sits quietly in front of the Temple.
As the angelic Erika, of unparalleled beauty, ascends the divine steps below the Temple, the man, or rather the Almighty God, Alan, slowly opens his eyes and stands.
"What brings you here?" he inquires.
"Oh, an invitation from the elf queen?"
Alan, endowed with supreme divine power, is now the strongest entity in the Divine Realm, possessing nine divine forces: Wisdom, Courage, Light, War, Morality, Wealth, Magic, Mastery over Nature, and Enhancement.
Blessed with the divine power of Wisdom, he easily discerns the angel's purpose.
Erika, the four-winged angel, blushes at his words.
Gazing at the divine figure before her, perfect in his majesty, her heart flutters.
Biting her lip, her eyes brimming with emotion, she gracefully approaches Alan the Almighty, clothed in nothing but air.
Her prominent bosom, unashamedly presented, seems as if offered to Alan's gaze.
Seeing this, Alan reaches out to gently pinch her snowy, rounded posterior, his hand lingering.
Erika, far from evading, shows a look of enjoyment, and then softly moans.
Her white wings freely expand, as if her body and soul are immersed in ecstasy.
"Great Alan the Almighty," she began.
"You've just completed your meditation. Do you need..."
"This matter can be discussed later," Alan interjected with a smile. Clad in divine attire forged by the Light of Dawn and the Mist of Moonlight, his visage radiated with an extraordinary aura.
"The elf queen's invitation is, after all, a matter that concerns the fate of the entire Elf Kingdom. About nine hundred years ago, before I went into seclusion, the demon race was flourishing. At that time, I unleashed a divine power, transforming into a vast waterfall of light, separating the Demon World from the Human World. But..."
"Now, nine hundred years have passed."
"The abyss may be stirring once again."
"Moreover, on my path to divinity, the elves are the ones to whom I owe the most. Back when I was human, they helped me on numerous occasions."
"Now that the elf queen has invited me, it is only natural for me to respond to her call."
Having said this, Alan transformed into a beam of light, shimmering atop the Temple, and then vanished.
Meanwhile, the ancient deities, angels, and other ascended beings from various races within the other temples all exhibited looks of astonishment.
"Alan seems to have grown even stronger!" exclaimed the God of Elemental Dragons, Fafnir, in amazement.
"I had wanted to challenge him, but now it seems I need to cultivate for a few more years," said the God of Bravery, Heryones, polishing the blade in his hand.
"What a perfect being, the one who overthrew the Ancient Ones. This goddess yearns for another union of soul and flesh with him," mused the Goddess of Beauty, Navtis.
...
The new Divine Realm's Almighty God descended upon the Human World.
The Human World is not just inhabited by humans; it also includes elves, druids, dwarfs, gnomes, and others.
In the last millennium, during the war between the Divine Realm and the Demon World, Alan ascended from the Human World.
In just a few hundred years, he transformed and became the strongest, the Almighty God.
His journey had three pivotal moments.
The first was as a human general, "the Divine King," who defeated Seraphiro's Shadow Army of the demon race, establishing humans as the rulers of the Middle World, which was henceforth known as the Human World.
The second turning point came when he gained the support of various races, absorbing their divine artifacts to break free from mortal limitations and ascend to godhood.
The reason the races chose to help him ascend was not just because the Divine Realm was gradually declining in the war against the Demon World a thousand years ago, but because mortals and other races could not ascend and reach the Divine Realm.
Thus, they used divine artifacts to forcefully help the great hero, Alan the Divine King, ascend.
Moreover, the third was during the Struggle for Divinity, where he fought bravely and emerged victorious, gradually wresting authority from the waning old gods.
Following this, there was a surge from the abyss, the original will of the Demon World in action.
By then, Alan had become the Almighty God, casting a protective light over the Human World and pinning down the abyss with the Divine Pillar.
Therefore, even though he was no longer in the Human World, he was still revered as the perfect god, sung and praised by people and other races alike.
At that moment, Alan subdued his divine radiance, making his aura more akin to that of a human.
Despite his majestic perfection, he donned the ordinary attire of human nobility.
He then descended upon "Silvermoon Forest," the realm of the elves.
With a wave of his hand, a misty haze before him dispersed, revealing a magnificent, luminous Holy Tree.
Nearby, a group of elves in white gowns gathered around a woman of utmost nobility and elegance, her head adorned with a shimmering crown forged from mithril, star gold, essences of sun and moon, and the quintessence of magic.
This was none other than the elf queen, Irina.
She wore a backless gown woven from mithril and arcane gold thread, with a slit at the waist, perfectly accentuating her figure.
The elves held up a mirror, gathering and directing the radiant light of the Holy Tree towards Alan.
This was one of the highest honors in elven culture, a blessing to those it shone upon.
Of course, Alan, now a divine being, could hardly gain more from it, but he still appreciated the gesture.
"Irina, it's been a long time," he said. "Nine hundred years ago, when I ascended to godhood, you had just become the elf queen. You still look as young as ever. It seems the protection of the spirits of nature is still effective," Alan remarked pleasantly.
"Of course, my king!" Irina's eyes shone with admiration and love, and she couldn't help but run towards Alan.
Even her elven queenly grace seemed momentarily forgotten.
Alan smiled and opened his arms, allowing the elf queen to embrace him.
A subtle change flickered in Irina's eyes.
As she held Alan's flawless face in her hands, a mix of impulsive desire and hesitant restraint seemed to surface.
Her chest rose and fell with emotion. Seeing this, Alan smiled.
Irina paused, then released her hold and stepped back a few paces.
"My king, or should I say, Lord Almighty God," she began, turning to glance at the other elves nearby, who looked upon Alan with utmost reverence.
She then continued, "Thank you, my king, my god, for your great protection. In these past nine hundred years, our elven kind has thrived, and the abyss has been mostly calm. However..."
"Just a few months ago, we performed a divination under the Holy Tree and received an alarming prophecy. It seems that a disaster is looming on the horizon!" Irina reported gravely.
"There has been unrest in the Abyss of the Demon World. Our divination concluded... ancient gods are awakening! They are absorbing some of the abyss's power to contest with you for supreme authority!"
At this, Alan was momentarily taken aback.
"What? Now that's interesting," he mused. "Someone dares to challenge me for the title of the Almighty God? Such a thing hasn't happened in the last nine hundred years."
Alan shook his head confidently, "None of the gods in the Divine Realm can stand against me. I don't say this out of arrogance or blind pride. After all, the strongest god bears the greatest responsibilities and serves as a goal for all other deities to strive towards."
"In the first century after I became a god, many challenged me, including some well-known old gods. Most of them failed, and some even fell. Of course, Alan, you are the greatest, as your Pillar clearly shows," Irina said, looking up at the Divine Pillar in the sky, her voice brimming with admiration.
"So, I do hope that your elven prophecy is true," Alan continued with a slight smile, "It would add some excitement to the battle! Besides fighting, there are other things that are quite interesting as well..."
"Like you, Irina. You are still so enchantingly beautiful!"
