The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Thea – 2
“How about we start with my name, since I already know yours, my beloved Damian,” the green-haired woman said with a mischievous smile.

“My name is Thea, the World Tree of Thaerris,” she said, smiling.

Damian knew it was coming, but when he actually heard it from her mouth, he still couldn’t help but feel a little shocked.

“Y-You are a World Tree?”

When Damian inherited the knowledge of the Progenitors from the universe, that knowledge also contained information about various things and beings necessary for the continuity of the universe he was in.

One such being was the World Tree.

Worlds or planets are created when dust particles and gases in space condense together, forming planetary objects held together by their own gravity and electrostatic forces.

The more dust and solid materials merge, the bigger these lifeless worlds become.

But that’s all they ever are, lifeless, just rocks and stone.

No life is born on them, not even plant life.

A planet cannot become a world capable of sustaining life without a World Tree.

When a planetary body fully forms naturally in the universe and is deemed worthy, the Universal Tree plants a World Tree on that planet.

Once planted, the World Tree begins to generate energy, vitalizing the planet.

This initiates the transformation of the lifeless planet into a living world.

As more and more life is born, the World Tree feeds on both negativity and positivity, using them to grow.

The more the World Tree grows, the faster and stronger life on the world evolves.

Once the World Tree matures, it develops a consciousness of its own.

At that point, it becomes the power source of the entire dimension.

Lifeless planets connected to that dimension also begin to feed on the World Tree’s energy and gradually start developing life of their own.

The cycle continues as the World Tree grows, and all the worlds connected to it grow with it.

Without World Trees, no worlds can survive.

In fact, without World Trees, no worlds can even come into existence.

And if no worlds are created, then no beings, humans, vampires, werewolves, elves, dwarves, or even gods, can exist.

Even the realms of the gods, the pantheons where divine beings reside, are a type of world that feeds on a World Tree’s energy.

So, it’s safe to say: without World Trees, there are no worlds.

Without worlds, there are no beings.

Without beings, all concepts of reality within the universe cease to exist.

And when those disappear, even the gods who rely on them for power will vanish.

Eventually, when everything else is gone, the universe itself will die.

In the universe, there are three beings that are absolutely vital for its existence.

These universal-level beings form the foundation of everything that make up this universe:

The Universal Tree, The Positivity, The Negativity

These three primordial entities are supremely powerful, omnipotent, omniscient, and invincible.

They are woven into the very fabric of the universe, and without them, the universe itself and everything born from it could not exist.

Even the World Trees are born from the will and soul of the Universal Tree.

And now, one such being stood right in front of Damian, affectionately rubbing his cheeks.

What made it even crazier was that Damian could feel some sort of connection with her, and that feeling was only getting stronger.

“What’s with the silence? Don’t you have a lot of questions you want to ask me?” Thea, the green-haired World Tree, asked with a smile.

“I know what a World Tree is… I know what kind of being they are… How do you expect me to react when a World Tree is speaking with me after making me the ruler of her world?” Damian replied, frustrated.

“Well, I guess that’s an appropriate reaction… Oh, I almost forgot—you became a Progenitor, so you must have inherited the Progenitor’s knowledge, huh? That’s good, saves me the time explaining about World Trees,” Thea replied.

Damian paused, organizing his thoughts.

He knew she wouldn’t tell him anything about their connection or his origins.

She had already said he wasn’t ready to know, or that someone didn’t want him to know yet.

So, that was off the table.

“If you won’t tell me about my origin or our connection, then at least tell me—what am I? How do I possess so many talents? How did I become the human Progenitor?” Damian asked, narrowing his eyes.

Thea seemed to be thinking for a moment before she finally spoke.

“Let me just say this… Your talents, your abilities—they don’t belong to anyone else. They are yours and yours alone. No one can take them from you. I want to make that very clear.”

“Tell me something… This is my first life, isn’t it?” Damian asked.

This was something that had been lingering in Damian’s mind for a long time.

He was talking about regression, how he was sent back in time to his own body before the System descended on Earth.

He was talking about his life on Earth.

Something about it never felt right.

It never felt like home.

And the fact that regression occurred, and only after that did he awaken his talents, made him feel like someone or something was pulling strings behind the scenes.

Inheriting the Progenitor’s knowledge only reinforced his belief: this wasn’t his first life.

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out, was it?” Thea sighed.

“So it’s true then?” Damian asked, eyes wide.

“Do you really think a normal human could awaken even a single one of the talents you possess?” Thea asked.

“I guess not…” Damian muttered.

Now that he thought about it, most awakeners could awaken one or two talents at best.

If they were lucky, they might gain one or two abilities as well.

But none could match the level, effect, or power of the talents Damian possessed.

And Damian possessed a lot.

Each one overwhelmingly powerful, so much so that even gods called them ridiculous.

“Let me tell you something. Even the beings of the Upper Planes don’t have talents like yours. Not even close,” Thea said with a snort and a proud expression.

It was as if she was proud of Damian’s talents.

But why?

Why was she proud?

He was the one with the talents…

Speaking of Upper Realms, the Upper Realms refer to worlds that exist on higher planes, each with its own set of races and even gods.

Worlds like Earth, Yelvera (the Elven world where Elfie and her brother came from), Morris (Sir Lucian holloway’s world), or Nightingale (the vampire world) exist in the Lower Plane, each with its own races like vampires, werewolves, elves, dwarves, and humans, and their own pantheon of gods: Norse, Greek, Hindu, Celtic, Roman, Egyptian, Shinto.

The difference between the Lower and Upper Planes is like the difference between the moon and the sun.

Beings from the Upper Planes are incomparably stronger.

The talents, abilities, and techniques they possess make the powers of Lower Plane beings look like child’s play.

And yet, Damian’s talents and abilities surpass even those of the Upper Realms.

Just what kind of being is he?

Even Damian couldn’t help but feel concerned.

He always knew his talents were powerful.

After all, it was because of those talents that he had reached a level of power comparable to the lower gods of the Lower Planes.

But now, hearing this from the mouth of a freaking world tree…

On one hand, he was incredibly happy knowing that his talents had the potential to make him even stronger than beings from the Upper Plane.

On the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel that there must be a catch to all of this.

“At least tell me what our connection is. Why do I feel like I’ve known you forever?” Damian asked, holding his forehead.

“Trust me, I want to tell you everything, but I can’t. But believe me when I say you will learn everything, about yourself, your origin, how everything came to be, very soon,” Thea replied.

“When? And why?” Damian asked, frustrated.

“Because you’re not strong enough yet. And it’s not the right time. Let’s just say that certain things haven’t fallen into place for you to learn the full truth,” Thea explained.

“I have to grow even stronger than I am now? Haven’t I already reached the power level of a god of the Lower Plane?” Damian asked.

“Well,” Thea said, “it’s more about your spiritual power than your battle power. But don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything right now. Your spiritual power has already recovered a large portion of itself.”

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her green eyes glowing faintly as she observed his spirituality.

“Portions of my spiritual power…” Damian repeated, raising an eyebrow.

He knew this wasn’t his first life, so it didn’t surprise him that she spoke of his spiritual power recovering rather than growing.

But the fact that it was only a portion… just how much spiritual power did he originally have?

“Just out of curiosity, comparing my current spiritual power to the original amount I haven’t recovered, how much have I recovered?” Damian asked.

“You’ve recovered about one-tenth of your original spiritual power,” Thea replied after thinking for a moment.