Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2157: Another one

This was the sole cultivation chamber found in the room.

Its separation from every other cultivation chamber highlighted just how extraordinary it truly was.

This fit perfectly since their conversation had revolved around the youngest.

Still, it came as a shock that the youngest had been formed within a cultivation chamber of this sort.

People might assume that a god would arise through natural means rather than being crafted inside such a cultivation chamber.

That said, upon second thought, I had no real idea what a natural birth for a god would even entail. Gods could perhaps emerge directly from the world, embodying one of its core aspects.

I clearly possessed zero understanding of the gods.

"He doesn’t seem to be adapting to this world."

The God of Creation's statement yanked my focus back to the moment.

I glanced their way and noticed both staring at the cultivation chamber with worried expressions. Well, Solista wore that concern openly on her face, while I couldn't make out the God of Creation’s features, but her orientation toward the chamber betrayed her own unease.

Whatever they observed inside or the source of their worry escaped me completely.

No matter the angle from which I examined the cultivation chamber, some barrier prevented me from glimpsing its contents.

It resembled the earlier instance when something had obscured the contents of those books from my view.

A portion of me grasped the reason behind their actions.

"They don’t want me to discover the true identity of the youngest?"

As the designated scapegoat for the youngest, I ought to harbor resentment toward it. My sacrifice served the youngest's benefit, so naturally I'd seek to eliminate it.

Thus, blocking me from identifying the youngest made perfect sense.

It would be dishonest to claim I lacked any curiosity about the youngest's identity, as I yearned to at least behold the one for whom I played the fall guy.

Yet whether I'd truly seek vengeance on that god... well, I didn't consider it the ’youngest’s’ doing from the start. It too had been dragged into the God of Creation's scheme, without scheming against me itself.

I couldn't fault a being incapable of any action.

Still, no method existed for me to uncover the youngest's appearance.

"What do you mean by that?" Solista sounded puzzled by the God of Creation's words.

"It’s very simple, he’s just not absorbing the laws of this world like he should be."

Solista still appeared baffled by the explanation, yet she offered, "How about weakening the laws and giving it to him in small packages?"

"It’s not that I haven’t tried that, it’s still a rejection from him."

Solista seemed lost upon hearing this.

Her expression revealed her desperate search for a solution to the God of Creation’s dilemma, though nothing came to mind.

Yet the God of Creation didn't appear bothered by Solista's lack of ideas.

From my vantage, it didn't look like the God of Creation sought an answer from Solista at all. Her patient wait while Solista pondered suggested she already held a plan.

She simply awaited Solista's reaction.

After a prolonged quiet, Solista lifted her gaze to the God of Creation.

She evidently sensed the God of Creation had something in mind and now waited to hear it.

Only then did the God of Creation speak, "I’m planning on sending the youngest to a different world. He’ll be able to slowly adapt to the different laws there and will be able to gain resistance from it. When he comes back to this world, he’ll be able to absorb the laws here as well."

Solista furrowed her brows deeply at this, seeming ready to voice an objection.

But before she could, the God of Creation added, "It’s a different world under my dominion as well, so it won’t be a problem."

With that reassurance, Solista's face eased somewhat.

Nevertheless, worry lingered in her features.

The God of Creation ignored Solista's concerns as she moved toward the cultivation chamber.

Positioned before it, she lifted her hand toward the cultivation chamber, triggering a visible transformation.

This shift was one even I could perceive.

The surface of the cultivation chamber seemed to clear, letting me peer into the secret hidden inside it.

The instant I laid eyes on the ’youngest’, a wave of shock hit me hard.

"Isn’t this just another one..."

Those words died on my lips as I turned toward the God of Creation, stunned to discover her eyes locked straight on mine.

And that was even though I remained nothing but a ghost.