Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? Chapter 2003: Nephilim Reveals The Truth

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"You’re not wrong. In the ancient past, millions of years ago, Gods were known as Humans. They were, after all, the original Homo sapiens," Nephilim explained. "The races they engineered to terraform this planet were shaped in their image, built from their own DNA: Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Anima... and the countless races between these four main tribes. All of them were crafted using Human genes. With their incredibly advanced cloning technology, they created the peoples you know today and used them as cheap labor—cheaper than machines. They cloned entire civilizations into existence simply to harvest their Faith and grow stronger. And... I believe Terrarium may not be the only planet where they’ve done this."

"..." Silence gripped me, the harsh reality weighing down like icy lead.

The scattered pieces we'd assembled gradually had hinted at this moment, and Nephilim's affirmation caused it all to snap together with dreadful precision.

"The Gods, through eons of spacefaring across millions of years, have crafted endless lifeforms to draw out the purest essence from sentient creatures," Nephilim went on. "They’ve even refined techniques to confine souls in endless torment inside shrunken realms, forging cores that produce vast energy as those souls wear themselves out in loops of pain and hopelessness for millennia without relief. Much of their current tech relies on these horrors, including the colossal Heavenly Domain Fleet."

"That’s utterly terrifying," I breathed out, "though I’d already guessed as much. Each Orichalcum Golem we’ve smashed, every creation they’ve forged... all house those eerie cores. Breaking them unleashes torrents of anguished souls. And that ignores the False Gods we had to eliminate."

"Exactly," Nephilim agreed with a nod. "But that’s just scratching the surface. Armageddon and the other mighty spirits battling beside her were man-made constructs. The Gods analyzed Terrarium’s indigenous spirits, dissected their essence, and blended it with tech—metallic shards and enchanted substances that could solidify and bond with the spirits. They probably emerged from the horrors of thousands of souls within massive Soul Forges: enormous forge-mountains where millions of souls burn eternally, their agony transformed into power and reshaped."

"H-How do they gather so many souls?!" Ignatius stammered, his voice shaking.

"Cloning," Nephilim answered. "They duplicate themselves without end, just like they did with this planet’s tribes, plus most animals and magic beasts they deployed. A clone grown in a vat, if done right, always receives a soul. Every creature possesses one, regardless of origin. Folks on the surface are lucky—the Gods have never faced such resistance to their conquests before. Terrarium, whatever its true name was originally, stands as the most resilient, unyielding, and defiant world they’ve ever met. Probably because the planet is alive itself, not like barren rocks, gas giants, or dead husks. Ages back, for mysterious reasons, this world gained its own soul and turned into a living entity. Brimming with mystical forces such as Mana and Spirit Energy, Terrarium spawned nightmarish beasts that even the Gods, after millions of years, couldn’t easily conquer. The Original Demon King was among them—a gigantic horror that obliterated fleets and slew Gods by the dozens before being halted. Yet they couldn’t erase it fully. Its soul fragmented, but its form entered endless sleep, forming the Demon Continent. Demons arose and spread from its still-vital, pulsing body."

"W-Woah, hold on—you’re unloading all this on me now?!" I groaned, slapping my forehead. "Damn, and my friends just bailed!"

"This is for the best, Sylphy," Nephilim exhaled. "Certain truths I’d prefer to share only with you—secrets that could shatter minds and warp views of existence. You, reborn from another realm, make the ideal listener. Especially since your home world, judging by those ancient ruins in your memories, was probably one the Gods claimed, reshaped... then ditched after sucking it dry of resources."

"W-Wait... WHAT?!" I yelled, shock slamming into me. "T-That’s...! Hold on...! It actually fits! Is that why Magic faded in my old world? Why wizards grew scarce, why monsters and magic beasts disappeared...?"

"Your planet once overflowed with magic and vitality," Nephilim whispered softly. "Across countless millennia, they drained every bit of it, abandoning nothing but a barren shell. Through raw tenacity alone, the offspring of their slaves persisted from generation to generation until your birth there. That... is probably what occurred. Yet it remains just my hypothesis. Treat it skeptically."

"Holy shit... tonight truly is the moment of shocking truths," I gasped, breathing raggedly. "Wow... I hadn't dwelled on my home world for years, and then you unleash this bombshell without warning... But it all aligns perfectly. Why else would humans—and even the fae, so akin to elves—thrive on some distant planet? It never added up... unless we were deliberately seeded there."

"Precisely," Nephilim sighed deeply. "And that revelation barely scratches the surface. Do you grasp why the Gods opted for this prolonged strategy rather than fleeing or unleashing their full might? Fear grips them. Fear that the planet could spawn an even deadlier Demon King. Benevolence eludes them. Peace with this world holds no appeal, nor do they wish to foster their creations—you, the tribes, or any of us. Their actions stem not from mercy. Though after eons of ennui, they might harbor a faint... affection, their core intent chills to the bone. Terrarium stands as the grandest jewel among planets they've ever claimed. They hunger for its very heart, the seat of the world's soul. Scans have revealed the core forged from a supremely potent, divine essence that could transform their tech—unlocking dimensional and planar travel. With it in hand, they aim for conquest across realities, fueling their ultimate rise."

The gravity of Nephilim's revelation sank in, leaving me speechless as it hammered my thoughts and soul. My birth world as a forsaken, reshaped outpost rang with grim logic. And this planet concealing such a coveted treasure deep in its core—craved by the Gods above all—delivered yet another earth-shattering truth.

Their divine nature? I'd long suspected as much; that failed to rattle me most.

Everything else? Utterly mad. Utterly horrifying.

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