Genesis

'So what should I do now'

With his consciousness returning to his body, it had come out of its meditative state. Staring at one of the faces on the Blood Harvest trees, the devil pondered what to do while he waited for his spiritual energy to fully recover.

The failure of his first attempt using World Search did not impact the devil heavily, after all, to elevate his Demon Path to the God-Level, he had to suffer many failures for thousands of years. But, his desire to break the mortal limit was far greater than the hopelessness brought by failure. He would not cry about not succeeding on his first attempt, everything had its time; success would come eventually.

However, for success to come, one must do everything in their power to push themselves towards the desired outcome. The devil was no exception, as soon as his spiritual energy recovered, he started to try to push it out of his body. It felt like thick, sludge was slowly oozing out of his pores, this was partly due to his weak spiritual energy control but the main cause was that he was in his corporal body. If the devil was in his spiritual body, he would have a much easier time manipulating the spiritual energy even with his weak control.

The devil was aware of this. To train his energy control more effectively, the devil chose to restrict himself. Spiritual energy could only be controlled by the consciousness and since it was currently inside his body, it was more difficult to manipulate spiritual energy due to the body acting as a signal disruptor. And to draw spiritual energy out of his body required the devil to exert his consciousness to its absolute limit.

The world around him faded away, the only presence in his vision being the spiritual energy that he was moving towards his palm. Once the white energy had reached his palm, the devil tried to condense a ball with energy. However, with his already weak spiritual energy control being further weakened, he was unable to even form the shape of a ball.

His reserves of spiritual energy were being rapidly depleted to ease the strain on his consciousness, but the devil refused to let things end like this. If he couldn't condense a ball with his current control, he would at least form the initial shape. With this thought, the strain on his consciousness multiplied; a consciousness being overexerted beyond its limits usually resulted in spiritual damage. Unlike physical injuries, injuries to the consciousness took much longer to heal as well as being much more difficult to heal, though this was dependent on how severe the damage was.

Currently, the pressure on the devil's consciousness was enough to cause spiritual damage, however, this would only come to be if this pressure was maintained any longer. The pressure suddenly dissipated along with the spiritual energy that was moving along the devil's arm; the faint shape of a tiny, hollow ball fading away from the devil's palm. He had accomplished the target that he had set for himself, though he wouldn't celebrate this minor success due to the extreme fatigue that now plagued both his body and consciousness. 

Every inch of his onyx-black skin was layered with sweat, it looked as if he had endured an intense strength training session, however, in reality, he had simply engaged in an energy control session for 13 seconds.

Yes.

13 seconds.

But a grin adorned the face of the devil. Any onlooker would feel terror from this terrifying grin. The lower half of the devil's face was supposed to be featureless, that was until it split apart to reveal a set of pointed teeth.

'I can feel it'

'My control of spiritual energy has increased, and not by a small margin either'

'But it's not enough, I need to repeat this until my control has increased to a reasonable amount'

With this, the devil closed his eyes and waited for his spiritual energy to regenerate as well as for his fatigue to disappear. Once these happened, he repeated the training, pushing the spiritual energy out of his body and towards his palm to condense into a ball.

18 seconds.

He lasted 5 seconds longer than last time, and the initial shape of the ball was much more solid. Progress was being made.

And whole process was repeated.

Again.

And again.

Time passed. The devil didn't know how much, but it wasn't like he cared in the first place.

Another session had just ended.

307 seconds.

The devil was now able to condense a ball of spiritual energy about the size of a tennis ball, as well as this, the spiritual energy flowed through his body much more easily. The devil had yet to check his level of control in his spiritual body but he was sure that it had increased by many folds. A higher level of control would allow him to regulate how much energy the World Search technique used, allowing it to run for longer. 

Separating his consciousness from his body, the devil quickly formed the World Search activation rune, noticing how the speed at which he created the rune, the devil couldn't help but crack a smile. The improvement was huge.

As spiritual energy rushed towards the rune, he manipulated the energy input to be just enough to activate the rune at its full power. World Search power couldn't be pushed above a certain level, meaning only a certain amount of spiritual energy was needed to activate it at full power. During the devil's first time using World Search, his spiritual energy rushed without end into the technique resulting in spiritual energy being wasted due to energy being continually supplied to the technique even though it was already operating a full power.

Just like his first time using World Search, the devil's spiritual body was dragged out of the Realm of Gods, and towards the Mortal Worlds.

'Let's hope I have compatibility with one of these worlds'

Many worlds passed through the devil's vision, all of these worlds having zero compatibility with the devil.

A minute passed.

The devil had already passed his previous record of 34 seconds of World Searching, yet he had still found nothing.

Five minutes passed.

Nothing.

Ten minutes.

Nothing.

Thirty minutes.

Still nothing. 

The devil's spiritual energy was running low, he was reaching his limit, though he was disappointed, he hadn't given up.

'I'll just do more training when I get back'

'There has to be a world that is meant for me somewhere'

As soon as this thought passed through the devil's mind, World Search stopped. Not because he had run out of spiritual energy, but because of the world that had appeared before the devil.

Perfect Compabitlity.

Before the devil got the chance to comprehend the events that had just occurred, his consciousness was suddenly pulled in towards the world.

He wasn't even given the chance to resist.

His vision started to fade.

Was his consciousness being destroyed?

As darkness engulfed the devil, a sentence reverberated in his mind.

"The final candidate for the Primordial Seed, Genesis, has been selected"