While the Azure Sun Kingdom's king was currently trashing his luxurious room in anger, a certain space above the clouds of the Hallowed Mountain remained restless.

As for said Hallowed Mountain, their giant light-brown mountain's peak was the same.

Inside the mountain, deep into the powerful force's hall...

Atop stairs, surrounded by a large crowd of believers in white robes, between four broken pillars, a divine light blossomed. This white light birthed faith into the heart of all present, embracing them with holiness.

From this light emerged a ball of light. This bead squirmed as if a liquid and spoke a few loud, fading ethereal words.

"Send an emissary to the lost empire of Malhav! Please the plain demon and befriend the forest god!"

"Yes, oh~ majestic Deities!!" Banging their heads on the floor, the crowd of believers did not mind the intensive bleeding and concussions, happy to serve the powerful higher beings.

Near the forest within the lost empire of Malhav, Alexander was currently fishing, again.

And, again, a fishing pole broke.

'I might need to either get a better fishing pole, a fishing rod or just a new hobby. I must be doing something wrong here, how come I can safely play around in my internal world, but a stupid fishing pole countless times more resilient is breaking each and every single time?'

'Am I too poor?'

Taking one last fishing pole, Alexander snapped it in half on his knee before throwing it away.

'Look! All of these are so much higher in grade than the world itself and it's not doing anything!'

Even though each artifact broke, their weight should have collapsed the entire world by now, yet nothing happened.

'Are my Heavens doing something? Whichever is fine.'

His sensory, honed skills shaping the sounds, and these shapes into beings, Alexander curiously glanced over to the side. Peering deep into the dense forest, a new reality formed before his very eyes, molding the form of a man in white robes.

Past the forest, standing onto the mangled and bloodied grass, a man was patiently waiting. A book tightly held close to his chest, his white hood of elegance covered most of his face in shadows.

Facing him were the now parted leaves, a tall young man of silver and white gazing upon his soul.

"And who are you?" Asked the tall youth of blinding light.

"Your Excellency, might you be the forest god? I am Gerald, emissary of the Hallowed Mountain." His voice grave, his eyes hardened, the man held his book even tighter, as if preparing his own flesh from what might one moment abruptly rush at his life.

"This Alexander is no forest god, no plain demon and certainly not a random man. But that must be held for a later date. Tell me, oh so called emissary... why bother with formalities? This Alexander is no blind lost or deaf ignorant. And most definitely not a damaged fool!"

"..." His lips pursed from the sudden barrage of questions already answered, his self-faith suddenly lacked while facing the light of silver.

Drifting in hope of freedom, his gaze landed upon a lime colored wheel behind said man. His knees turning into dust, his will crumbling under the wonders of life, his divine-like senses and otherworldly vision left him screaming on the ground, saliva as if a waterfall drowning the grass as his mouth was continuously being filled with pure foam.

Fortunately, this emissary was no ordinary folk.

Armed with courage directed from a sudden awakening, the emissary surged to his feet, wobbling more than pitiful slimes blasted by the summer's melting winds.

"Please excuse my rudeness, forest god." His strange fall and his brutal lucidity's reincarnation granted him painlessness and confusion. Therefore, the emissary could not even register his left arm, previously holding a book, be torn apart by a gust of energy, now flung far behind him.

Hearing the sound of soft flesh crushing the even softer grass, the emissary pondered and wondered over its meanings.

"Oh..!" Enlightenment gifting him bouts of understanding, the man turned his head around, flung harder than his own missing arm.

"I apologize, I appear to have made a mistake. Please pardon my ignorance, Your Excellency." With eyes redder than embarrassment and cheeks drenched in tears of ignored and distant pain, the emissary corrected his previous words' consequences.

"No problem, don't make that stupid mistake again."

Keeping a highlighted mistake far away with his choice of words, Alexander watched the man before him stumble under one's mind and its own light.

"Yes!" Elegantly bowing using his remaining arm, the emissary jolted awake from his stupor.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Screeching to the blind Heavens, the man shivered and convulsed greatly. His chaotic flesh trembled while his throat turned sore.

Examining the strange man's delayed reaction, Alexander stroked his smooth and soft chin.

"..."

"People in this world are really weird. Why not act as such since the very beginning?! Strange, too strange!"

Turning around, Alexander, his silver aura brandished against the sky's own illumination, disappeared from view, his body already beyond the rustling leaves and howling wolves.

Above the lands, below the stars, a meeting was being held in a space of pure white and black.

Around a circular table of white marble, sitting atop black chairs of ancient artisans' mindful decorum, many beings were harvesting new information as if fishing for gold amidst the carved mines.

"Huhov, your emissary got dismembered, are you not mad? Hahaha!" Obviously laughing aloud, mocking said person, was a strange bearded man.

Huhov, said victim of the harassment, was only a mere child of golden locks and brown remains. His plump pearly skin covering his icy eyes' plain arrogance.

"Even if you are a bit stronger than me, do you really have to mess with my reputation so much? Don't forget that your favored child is still in my people's custody!!"

Dismissing the gnashed teeth and flying spit was the perpetrator of this friendly yet derogatory joke. A beard flaming in brown as well, his dark eyes burning with orange orbs of flames.

"So what? I don't care so much. And if you even dare touch a strand of hair from her, you will suffer more than you could ever handle!"

"Stop!" A hand slapping the table, the shockwaves it produced scrambled the quarrel into the abyss.

"Instead of bickering like this, why not decide whether or not to act upon this Alexander?! We must find a solution! Clearly, he doesn't grant us the respect we deserve, but more importantly..."

"...he instigated the fight!"

"That's right!" Jumping from her seat, a woman of velvet and fire rose from the grave of silence.

"This man is too dangerous! We should find a way to peacefully resolve this tricky situation!" Interrupting her and the rest was a short old man's voice. His grey hair ashen and acted as such.

The man who previously slapped the innocent table was, however, having none of it. His short cobalt hair dancing along his authority.

"Don't give me that crap! So what if he isn't so weak? We are all Mana and Aura Gods!"

"What can a little man do? Even his disciple is only at the Aura Master level!"

A small figure appearing above the lush mountains far east, it looked like a gentle child. This being of powerful Mana fluctuations was Huhov.

Standing mid-air, Huhov gazed upon the horizon, ignoring all obstacles, directly peering into one of the lost empire's forests.

Without needing to wait much longer, a brilliant aura of silver blinded his senses, a vibrant circle of green crushing his resolve.

Being much stronger and experienced than the emissary, Huhov could better perceive Alexander's intentional cues.

After all, who were these small and insignificant beings compared to him? Without his approval, none of them could gaze upon a laughable and minuscule fraction of his strength. Without his consent, none of them could live.

'Was giving him a little scare too much?' Chuckling from Huhov's distorted face of pure inferiority, Alexander saw him disappear mere moments later.

Panting heavily, collapsed on his knees onto the white floor, reflecting his misery, Huhov was noticed by all others.

Flying to his side, they helped him up slowly, avoiding negligence from worsening his strange complexion.

Huhov was currently dripping saliva onto his own reflection beneath, his eyes white and hollow. As for his hunched figure, it was thankfully supported by his dearest friends.

"Huhov!.. Huhov!! What the hell happened to you?! Answer me!"

Shout after shout hoping to one moment revive his fading consciousness, these same hopes ended in futility.

It was only after the cycle of day and night flashed by three times before his true self reemerged back to the surface.

"Ahhh!!! Help!! Help me!" Screaming and begging for help, Huhov found himself in a comfortable bed created some distance next to the table.

"Huhov! You're finally back! We thought you were going to die!"

"That's right! You better not do it again!"

"Come on! Tell us now. Who or what made you like this in the first place?"

"It... it was the light of silver!"

"The what now?"

"Huhov, you're going to need a better explanation than this..."

"What are we supposed to do with this? Banish all silver lights in the world?"

Gritting his teeth from the tidal waves of complaints, Huhov felt more annoyed than ashamed.

"Can't you guys let me recover a bit?!" Spatting on their faces, the only return he obtained was looks of winners and losers.

"See! Told you he was faking it! No way this idiot didn't do something stupid. He's just too ashamed to properly face it!"

"..." Despite the clear insults thrown at his hazy mind, Huhov felt the urge to hurl. But fortunately for him, he still had the patience to hold it in before...

"Blergh!"

"Ah! You fucker!! You did it on purpose didn't you?!"

A waterfall of a gross liquid splashed onto the feet and shoes of these Mana and Aura Gods without hesitation.

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

"Catch him!"

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Clashes of Mana and verbal accusations rang out throughout the white and black space for days.

Once a proper decision was made, the remaining inhabitants of this strange space disappeared, intending on confronting Alexander by themselves.