Sol Vestitor: New Age of God - Chapter 160

“Huh? Where is this?” Sol asked as he found himself in a white space, there was nothing there.

He just floated there as there was no gravity no up or down, not even a direction, he tried to move but he just stayed in the white space, it stretched infinitely to every direction and there was no difference whether he stopped moving or continued.

He kept walking in the empty space, even though there was no ground he just kept walking, he did not even know if he was moving from his previous position.

“Was the world always like this?” he wondered as he stopped moving, he did not think moving matters as it took him nowhere.

Once he stopped walking, a lot of thoughts finally came to him, “what am I?” that was the first thing he asked.

There was no one that could answer him which made him look at the answer by himself, after what seemed to be a long time he finally came to his answer, “I am me.”

Of course, it only felt like a long time, there was no concept of time there, not even a second ever passed.

“What am I doing?” his second question came.

“I’m looking for an answer,” that was the conclusion he made.

He kept asking questions about himself, Sol remembered nothing about himself nor about the world, he was seeking answers for everything just like a newborn baby.

The first time he answered who he was, he had created the concept of self, the moment he answered what he was doing, he created the concept of thought.

Just like that Sol was recreating every concept in the world, “Why can I think?” he asked.

“Because I am smart,” he created the concept of sentience.

“Why I exist?” he questioned his very own existence, Sol could not find the answer, fate and god was a distant concept that was too difficult for him to answer.

He kept answering his own question, as time went on the world started to be filled with all kinds of concepts, he was not alone in the world anymore.

The world started to be filled with all kinds of things he was not in the white space anymore, “how long have passed?” he asked.

This time he did not need to answer his question as the question itself created the concept of time.

Only then he could hear a voice other than his own, “Sol! Sol! Answer me!” the voice was higher than his voice.

“What is that?” he asked himself but he could not come to a conclusion.

“Is that another me? Something like me? But why can’t I see him?” dozens of questions filled his mind.

“Sol if you don’t wake up soon then you will die!” Nai’s voice resounds in the white world.

“Huh? Die? What is that?” Sol could not understand the concept of dying as it had never happened in the white space before.

“Remember everyone who waits for you! You need to survive!” Nai tried to reach out to him.

“Remember? What to remember?” he asked himself, he felt he almost got it, he almost created the concept when he suddenly saw darkness at distance, the white space was collapsing.

“The hell is that?!” he felt threatened by the darkness, it getting bigger and bigger as time passed.

As he created the concept of time his world started moving which allowed reality to catch up with him, he was dying so was the white world.

Nai kept trying to reach out for him but he focused to run from the darkness, it was getting closer and closer.

Just a few seconds later, he could see more darkness around him, they were coming from everywhere.

“I have nowhere to run!” he lamented as he stopped moving to wait for the darkness to reach him.

“it’s inevitable,” he thought and he finally created the concept of fate.

Once he created the concept of fate, he finally understood what dying means, “If that darkness reaches me then I will die,” he thought.

“Sol! Remember all those memories you hold dear! Don’t give up!” Nai screamed at him.

“Memories! That’s what I was missing!” he finally got it, he just created the concept of memory, suddenly he remembered who he was, where he was, what he was, what everything was.

The little part of the white world that had not been eaten by the darkness turned to a starry space, beside him was three altars that were connected with each other.

“I am Sol! Sol Vestitor!” he finally remembered, he knew that he was in his inner world and he needed to return soon or he would die.

“The altars are cracked!” he lamented as his divinity was on the brink of destruction, it would be shattered the moment he died.

“I won’t die! I have people to return to!” He steeled his heart as he tried to repair the altars, the healing dome repaired its altar like mending back time, the sun ice absorbs heat from the space to heal its altar while the knife aura grew back the altar to its former glory.

The moment he fixed all the altar Sol found himself back in his body, it was painful, he could not feel anything but pain but he held on, if he didn’t resist then he would be back to the white space.

He concentrated his mind to take a closer look at his body, “This is horrible!”

Inside the ice armor, his flesh was squirming like it was filled with worms, the cells went wild.

“Too much power, a minor demigod body could not take it!” he realized.

“Nai! Don’t panic, absorb every knife aura I have!” He told the knife as he tried to heal his body, he froze the surrounding water so the poison in them would not touch him again as he broke his armor.

His giant body was still squirting uncontrollably, he tried to heal them but they were not sick, just like cancer, their cells had mutated.

“I can’t change back everything, I will need to get rid of them!” he came to a conclusion.

If himself from yesterday heard what he was going to say then he would probably be shocked, “Nai! Cut off my head!”

The knife did not bother to question him, it absorbed every knife aura in his body and turned them into a giant cleaver as big as his giant arm, with a single motion it cut off his head from his body.

Sol conjured his normal body once he was separated from the dying body, it looked somewhat comedic as his giant head was attached to a normal-sized body but he did not mind,

“This will be painful,” he thought as he shaved a part of his head with the help of Nai, he would heal them the moment they were cut but he made sure to make them smaller.

After hours of shaving his own flesh, Sol finally returned to his normal form, the pain was sky high but his experience with hydra blood was helping him to cope with the pain, pain from injuries was incomparable with the poison or the pain he felt when making himself bigger.

“Shit! I would never do that again!” he cursed as he fell to his back, he did not mind lying in the pool of gore as he was too tired physically and mentally to bother about the mess.

“You ok, Sol?” Nai asked him in concern.

“I’m fine, thanks to you, I owe you my life!” he said.

“I’m part of you so it’s my duty to keep you alive,” it replied like it was natural.

“Can you protect me for a while? I’m going to rest and check on something,” he said as he went into his inner world once more.

He checked on his divinity’s condition, the altar was cracked and his hasty work to recover them had not healed them to perfect condition.

He could still see small cracks on them, “Did I miss them before?” he wondered.

Sol focused his mind and tried to mend the cracks but to his dismay, he could not heal the cracks, after observing it for a bit he found out that they will heal over time, it would take a week in his estimation.

“Was it cracked because I’m overusing them or because I was dying?” he wondered.

With nothing he could do other than wait for his divinity to heal, Sol went back to his body and rested.

He was about to close his eyes when he remembered about the statue on the altar, “I will need to take it with me,” he thought.

According to his deduction, once the hydra was killed, he would be able to take the statue with him, but he would need to try it himself to make sure.

“Right, the hydra didn’t die, it will come back after a few hundred years.” He lamented.

“Sol! The hydra is moving!” Nai’s voice pulled him from his thought, he grew alarmed as he readied himself.