Chapter 643: Can We Have A Child?
Nameless Death didn’t waste time on unnecessary speculation.
’I should start.’
Creating life wasn’t unfamiliar to him.
In fact, it was deceptively easy if he didn’t care about the result.
Just copy-past the people by using the Shadow Core Concept. He could do it.
But that wasn’t creation.
That was replication.
“I can create life using Shadow Core Concept,” he muttered to himself, “but that’s just copy-pasting things I’ve already seen. I can alter the template, sure, but that won’t give me the result I want.”
To alter the people he would recreate and turn them into Heavenbreakers, he needed to know everything there was about life, birth, and Heavenbreaker.
He, obviously, didn’t know everything about all of them.
While he could learn about them, it would take too much time.
So he shelved the Shadow Core for now.
Instead, he focused on another method — something old, simple, and primitive: Spell-birth.
“I can create a Spell-born life. And while that life is forming, I can corrupt it with Void to force evolution. That might work… Hmm I’ll need to use my own existence as the base to turn them all into Heavenbreaker.
“Then, I’ll need to make sure being a Heavenbreaker is a racial trait, not a one-time thing.”
He grimaced.
Spell-birth was a fairly basic Spell.
You used your own blood, and optionally combined your partner’s blood in it, cast the Spell, and something would form.
The process led to the creation of a soul, a core, a Seed of Existence, and Intent of Existence — all wrapped together in a potential lifeform.
It worked.
But no one really understood why it worked.
“Blood has traces of Intent. I know that much.
“But I still don’t get how Intent triggers the birth of something like a soul. How does blood mixed with magic lead to the creation of consciousness?”
Nameless Death rubbed his chin, frustrated.
“Only a peak Stage 6 Life God, or someone beyond that know that answer. Unfortunately, there is no one like that on this planet.”
He only had one other option.
If he wanted to understand the process fully, he needed a live example. Not theory. Not speculation. A real case. A real Spell-born child.
He stood up, brushing aside his thoughts.
“I’ll need to talk with Leonora.”
She was sprawled on a couch he’d made a few days ago.
The game console in her hand blinked rapidly, and her eyes were locked on the screen.
She didn’t even glance up when he walked into the room.
“You taking a break?” she asked casually, still mashing buttons.
“Not really. I came to talk about Spell-born children. I want to study how they’re formed.”
That made her pause. Then — like a spring-loaded cat — she launched herself to the furthest corner of the room and stared at him like he’d just declared war.
“W-what do you mean by that?” Her eyes were wide, voice sharp with suspicion.
“I mean exactly what I said. I want to observe the process. If you’re uncomfortable with me using your blood, I can use only yours. I won’t include mine. And don’t worry about the child. I’ll take full responsibility for it, and take care of it by myself.”
Leonora looked at him, silent for a moment. Then her brows twitched.
“Nameless… how long has it been since you were part of a society?”
“Huh?” He tilted his head. “I was part of one a few years ago.”
“Where?”
“The Sacred Gate.”
“Did you talk to anyone there?”
“No.”
“That explains it.” She sighed, exasperated. “You can’t just walk up to someone and ask them for a child. That’s not how it works.”
Nameless Death frowned.
He wasn’t trying to be weird.
He just needed to see the formation of a Spell-born child up close, to understand the process.
To dissect it from the moment Intent formed to the birth of existence.
“I know it’s strange to ask this of you,” he said slowly, his tone more serious now. “But this is my only choice. I don’t want to use my own bloodline. It could lead to problems.”
He didn’t mention the real reason right away.
’Zagreus said our bloodline’s first skill is to kill ourselves. There’s no point in creating life just to condemn it to that fate.’
Of course, with Nameless Death’s current Path, he could override that.
He could give the child a different power easily.
But still… the very idea of passing on his blood, of meeting someone born from him — it repulsed him in ways even he didn’t fully understand.
This was the reason he hadn’t told Zagreus about him being Neo.
Because deep down, Nameless Death was repulsed by his bloodline.
It wasn’t something he had chosen.
It was an instinct formed over hundreds of reincarnations.
Reincarnations that weren’t his own decision, but the ones he was forced to undergo after being caught by the [Alliance].
All of those reincarnations had similar fates.
Parents who betrayed him. Siblings who envied him. Children who used him and then threw him away.
In rare cases if he had a loving family, they died horribly.
Over and over.
It didn’t matter what he did.
The Alliance had manipulated the fate of everyone around him. Their goal was simple: to break him.
It didn’t work.
But the scars remained. Even now, the wounds had never truly healed.
He didn’t fear family.
He just… didn’t want one anymore.
Leonora remained quiet.
Witnessing her rejection, Nameless Death’s thoughts spun.
Now what?
Should he just recreate blood of a random person and use it?
It would be unethical. But he planned to treat the child kindly.
Just as he was lost in those thoughts, Leonora called out to him.
“Uh…”
He looked up.
“What?”
“I might… re-think my answer. But I need to know something first.”
Nameless Death raised an eyebrow. “What do you want to know?”
She hesitated. Her fingers clenched around the game controller. Then she said it.
“Are you… Neo?”
The room went silent.
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