Gospel of Blood-Chapter 653 : Creation History

Charlotte was astonished.

So the elves had already appeared in the world of Myria long before the arrival of the Origin?

Creation myths and such—of course, they were all embellished tales.

However, unlike the elves of later eras, these elves before her did not possess the beauty their descendants would one day be known for. On the contrary, their appearances were somewhat rugged, even primitive, with thick fur covering their bodies.

If not for Charlotte’s own elven blood—granting her an acute sensitivity to such heritage—and the unmistakable trait of pointed ears, she might not have recognized these humanoid beings as "elves" at all.

Moreover, these elves were not magical beings.

They only resembled the elves of the future in appearance. In terms of civilization, however, they were on par with—perhaps even inferior to—primitive humans. They didn’t even wear clothing, relying solely on dense body hair for modesty.

Through her Creator-rank perception of lifeforce, Charlotte could also clearly sense their lifespans—about the same as later-era humans, barely reaching a hundred years. Far from the so-called long-lived races.

In other words, they weren’t quite the elves as the world would come to know them. If anything, Charlotte was inclined to call them the ancestors of the elven race.

Yet the appearance of these elven ancestors sparked a sudden inspiration in her mind.

“Perhaps… I can use them to expand my power.”

With this thought, Charlotte activated a small portion of her blood divine power to subtly influence the thoughts of the elves.

Under her divine tug, the elves’ gazes shifted toward the fruits hanging on the great tree.

Their expressions were filled with confusion and curiosity—but once they caught the overwhelming fragrance of the fruit, greed quickly lit up their faces.

Charlotte shook the great tree, causing the fruits to rain down upon the earth. The elves rushed forward, scrambling like wild beasts to snatch them up.

As the elves fought over the fruit, Charlotte felt her divine power entering their bodies—and soon, changes began to emerge.

After consuming the fruit, their coarse skin gradually turned fair, while their thick body hair began to fall away.

Faint glimmers of divine light shimmered on their bodies, signaling a mysterious transformation. Their figures grew tall and graceful, and even their previously rugged faces refined visibly before her eyes.

The wild beast-like gleam in their eyes slowly faded, replaced by a pure vitality—and a childlike curiosity, as though they had just been born.

Their life force surged rapidly, the most obvious change being their lifespans. In Charlotte’s perception, their longevity climbed dramatically—not reaching the immortality of the bloodborne, but leaping to nearly a thousand years in mere seconds.

And when they looked at one another—realizing they were all completely naked—for the first time, Charlotte saw shame in their eyes.

They began to seek things to cover themselves.

Just like Adam and Eve who had eaten the forbidden fruit in Earth’s myths.

When their gaze turned back to the great tree, their once-bright expressions were quickly replaced by awe and religious fervor.

Thud…

The elf at the forefront dropped to his knees, prostrating in worship before the great tree.

Soon after, a second… a third… and then hundreds of elves followed suit—groveling on the ground, murmuring incomprehensible sounds, paying homage to the great tree where Charlotte resided.

A faint connection began to form between her and the elves—reminiscent of the bond between Eternal Night believers and her. But this was different—it felt more like a link of blood.

As she watched these newly reborn ancestors of the elven race—now nearly indistinguishable from their descendants—Charlotte’s heart stirred.

“So that’s how it is…”

“In this timeline, it was I who personally created the elven race of the future?”

History that had already occurred could not be changed.

But the blanks in history could still be filled.

And now, having traveled back to a time before the Origin’s arrival, Charlotte had begun to shape the forgotten chapters of this world—filling in the empty spaces of history!

But she no longer had the energy to explore further.

To divide her divine power into hundreds of threads at once was far too taxing—especially when she had just awakened. Let alone the fact that she still didn’t even have a physical body—she was merely parasitizing an object through her divine position.

An overwhelming drowsiness surged over her like a tide.

Amidst the elves’ worship, Charlotte’s thoughts slowed… and she once again slipped into slumber.

…

Charlotte didn’t know how long she had slept.

She awoke again to the deafening rumble of thunder.

As her consciousness slowly returned, Charlotte looked around and found that her surroundings had changed dramatically.

The primeval forest was gone—replaced by a thriving village. Rows upon rows of houses reflected the rise of civilization, and elven figures were now everywhere.

As for the great tree she resided in—it had become an object of worship, revered by the elves as a divine being.

But Charlotte’s gaze didn’t linger on the elves. Instead, she “looked” to the sky.

Above, lightning roared across the heavens. A platinum radiance rose like a second sun, its brilliance illuminating the entire world.

A vast and overwhelming presence descended—sacred and scorching, impossible to resist. Under its divine light, the entire world of Myria seemed to boil with energy.

At the same time, Charlotte felt a powerful pull—a resonance between beings of the same divine rank.

In that instant, she understood.

The “Creator God” of historical legend… had arrived.

But something about this “Creator God”… seemed off.

The moment the “sun” appeared, crimson light began to devour the golden glow. And in the next instant, amidst the roaring thunder, a pillar of pure white light tore through the heavens and appeared high in the sky.

It was a pure, immaculate white.

The instant that pillar appeared, Charlotte felt her very soul tremble.

She had sensed a power of the same source.

The moment that power emerged, Charlotte was struck by a powerful desire—

A desire to possess it, to devour it, to make it her own.

And this yearning came from the mutual attraction of forces born from the same source.

Charlotte immediately understood.

This was the most primal and purest “Origin Power.”

It was the root of divinity, the source of the extraordinary, the beginning of all beginnings—the strongest, most irresistible force in existence!

“So… this is yet another, even stronger, Creator-rank presence?”

Gazing at that white pillar tearing through the firmament, Charlotte’s expression grew solemn.

She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but for a brief instant, she felt as if a gaze had crossed endless voids to glance in her direction.

But it was only a glance.

This second “Creator-rank being” did not appear in person.

It merely cast forth a beam of Origin Light from beyond the boundless void.

Only then did Charlotte suddenly realize why she had felt that the state of the “Creator God” was off—

It was fleeing.

It was escaping a hunt, pursued by another, even more complete, Creator-rank entity!

That pursuing beam of Origin Light tore through the skies and descended—crossing the planes from the endless void.

Then, carrying a divine might that was utterly irresistible, it struck the “sun”!

BOOOOOM——!

A deafening explosion rang out as if the entire world trembled.

That radiant “sun”—without even having the time to perceive Charlotte’s existence—detonated within its own golden-crimson brilliance, shattering completely!

The sundered skies grew calm once more.

The pillar of Origin Light vanished, as if it had never appeared.

But the “sun”… had been destroyed.

A myth had fallen.

A Creator-rank God had perished. Its vast divine power erupted outward like gushing blood, scattering across the heavens as droplets of golden rain.

The rain fell in a brilliant downpour, transforming into overwhelming magic power that engulfed the entire world.

In an instant, wondrous, impossible phenomena spread across the skies, covering the entire planet.

Drip by drip, the rain fell with strange light—landing in oceans, in rivers, in soil.

Wherever it touched, plants grew wildly, and animals began to undergo rapid mutations…

The elves looked on in panic and confusion.

The rain fell on them too—and was directly absorbed into their bodies.

But perhaps because of their bond with Charlotte, they did not mutate.

Still, Charlotte could sense the changes within their bodies.

Their aura visibly surged, and their power underwent a complete transformation.

At the same time, the concentration of magic in the entire world of Myria began rising rapidly!

Feeling the sweeping changes across the world, Charlotte’s heart was filled with complicated and subtle emotions.

So this… was the truth behind “Creation.”

The “Creator God” had not birthed the world by will—but had fallen while fleeing, and its death brought forth the creation.

But the Creator-rank divinity could not be erased so easily.

In Charlotte’s perception, though that being had fallen in a single blow, it did not fall into eternal slumber. Instead, it scattered countless fragments of nascent consciousness, hiding them within all things.

These fragments fused with the magic, soon spreading across the entire world—becoming one of the foundations of extraordinary power in the world of Myria.

As these broken wills merged into the world, the extraordinary became even more vibrant and active.

The world of Myria’s magical concentration… rose even higher!

Sensing the dramatic transformation, Charlotte knew—

The extraordinary era… was about to begin.