There were many arguments and disagreements on how to create a world, many failed tests. The number of ruined prototypes was uncountable, as was the number of remodeling of the design.

The Chaos Gods were naturally gifted in all aspects that had something to do with their law, but they were having tremendous trouble taking into account the intricacies of the other laws.

They had to learn the strengths and weaknesses of all of the different powers, and find common ground, but the Chaos gods were too extreme. They were the apex of their law, with no imperfection. Their nature disallowed any foreign influence, including understanding other laws.

Their nature made cohesive planning impossible. Imagine if all of your life, the only color you could see was red. Then, one day someone tells he can only see blue, and that you have to work together to mix both colors to make a very specific shade of purple.

It would be impossible to do, since you simply did not have enough data, and had no way of acquiring the necessary information. The only way left was trial and error, trying again and again until you were told you had succeeded.

The Mazingers were in that situation. They had no clue as to what they were doing, only that sometimes their creation imploded immediately, and other times it decayed slowly.

They had to infer the right steps to creating a world, trying everything they could think of, and they only knew that they were successful when the world persisted instead of destroying itself. Even then, they had no idea what the world they had created would be like, only that it was stable enough not to collapse upon itself.

No matter what it was, after innumerable years, they had finally prevailed, and were incredibly excited to deploy their creation.

Looked like a multicolor five-leaved lotus, with 3000 tendril-like roots wiggling around as if they were alive.

In the center of the five leaves, in the place where there would normally be a flower, was a golden fruit with mysterious glowing patterns swirling around on its surface.

Those patterns were so mystical and beautiful that even the Primordials were mesmerised. They were the crystallization of all of the Mazingers' knowledge and powers, containing all of the laws of the universe.

When looking at it, the Primordials felt that their eyes were opened, and that they could finally see the obvious. It was something more advanced than them, something that could contain all of their powers, and it was a roadmap of what the Chaos gods could do to finally improve.

They were still going to go ahead and create a new world, but in their hearts, they were already considering how to use these new insights to improve themselves.

The world creation plan was a joint venture, it had bruised every participant's ego to recognise they had to work together and that they were incapable of succeeding alone.

Even Pangu, who comforted himself by saying he was the leader, and that it came from his ideas, was dissatisfied deep down.

The Great Lotus of Chaos was proof there was something more, a way for them to advance and find a remedy to their uselessness. Not only that, it was a new way for them to compete, a way where everyone had the same starting point, and where winning would actually mean something.

Before they even finished their current project, they all secretly decided that after this, they would retire and concentrate on assimilating other laws, trying to attain the state of the fruit in front of them.

They did not even intend to enjoy the new world they were creating. They had no idea what it would bring to the Chaos, or what would be born out of it, but they had already resolved to abandon it.

They had made all of this effort to fight their boredom, but their pride was more important, and the allure of power too sweet for some cheap entertainment to matter anymore.

The only reason they were even going to go through with their world creation plan was because of their stubbornness, refusing to leave behind unfinished undertakings.

They were Mazingers, and they would never accept leaving behind a legacy of failed or uncompleted projects. They were perfect beings, and they would be remembered as such!

The passion of the Primordials riled their powers up, and they all started emmenating terrible auras. The Chaos was filled with terrible sounds as the laws of space, time, karma, strength and many others collided with each other in a violent manner.

The Chaos itself was drowned in this horrifying battlefield, but the World Lotus remained unmoved by all of this, as if those most powerful beings in the universe were no threat to it. It even started absorbing these powers through its roots, unconcerned of its highly dangerous nature.

The only reaction it made was that its petals flutter in a nonexistent gale, and its runic patterns were slowly growing more distinct and more numerous.

Seeing that their auras were helping it, and therefore helping them by showing a brand new realm of power, The Chaos gods did not hesitate and stopped restraining themselves, letting their full strength flow freely.

The impact of 3000 laws being unleashed without restraint in the same area, even lacking any warring intentions, was devastating. It formed a terrible explosion that transcended all logical concepts to become a pure mass of destruction, a recreation of chaos that was incompatible with itself, an appalling monstrosity that threatened the universe itself.

And yet even when facing this dreadful force, the World Lotus showed no other reaction than to drastically increase its absorption rate, camly devouring this new threat.

In this space where even the time law was being devoured, with every parties involved, be it the Chaos, the World Lotus or the Mazingers were immortals and holding infinite power and energy, only the progression of the World Lotus had any meaning.

The originally small fruit unhurriedly grew in size, its color also brightening until it became blinding to look at. The intricate patterns it was hosting were longer limited to its surface, but were rather permeating right to its core, and spilling out onto the Lotus’s leaves and roots.

Fascinated by the secrets they could glean out of those runes, the Mazingers were deep in a contemplative trance, unable and unwilling to wake up.

Finally, as the fruit leisurely ripened, it emitted a heavenly fragrance that woke them up.