After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Oswald, far away in the northern Ice City, was unaware that the Elven kingdom was in complete chaos. In just one valley, hundreds of thousands of enemy and friendly troops were locked in fierce fighting, which was happening all the time.

He had no idea that his sister was planning the Battle of Falling Eagle.

The largest tribe of elves deliberately plunged into a desperate situation in the darkness, while Oswald was deducing the sun that could not rise.

As for Chuguang, she's cosplaying as an artificial sun on the spire.

The system only became aware of the host's physical changes, or more precisely, changes at the soul level, several days after the meeting.

Oswald's soul was deeply bound to the consciousness of the goddess of nature, the First Light, and then, with the help of the almost inexhaustible natural energy in the psychic space, they were able to achieve this.

Oswald's cloned body was first energized, and then embedded into the soul along with the First Light, which in turn promoted the activation and transformation of the flesh and blood body.

In other words, Chuguang is now more systematic than the system itself, because she is the true energy body that can control Oswald and project it into the real world through matter.

When she saw a ball of light gradually coalesce into the shape of a black-haired girl, Elena almost couldn't resist drawing her knife.

The girl was tall and beautiful, with a hint of Oswald's sharpness, and her slightly upturned lips always carried a faint smile.

"The great god of nature will return to the world!"

Not long after Chu Guang shouted those words, he went up to the spire to shine and generate heat.

After observing for several days, Elena became certain that this female version of the Duke was indeed a product of the Goddess of Nature, and not an affair or anything else...

Because the amount of sunlight that can be released is limited, the initial light had to transform into a ball of lightning with a radius of tens of thousands of meters, in order to deliver as much light as possible to every inch of the northern territory.

Nowadays, the residents of Ice City all wear sunglasses when they go out, but they are proud because their Duke always has a way to deal with such a huge crisis.

The researchers of the Cult of Machines have recently been working without eating or drinking, and have finally made progress in the use of electricity. They have built several energy storage devices in the outer city and are trying to exploit the power of the Primal Light every day.

After combining their furnaces with those of the dwarves, and using steam turbines to generate electricity, they created the world's first stable electric light.

Overjoyed, Oswald never imagined that the first electric light he would see in this world would be a full three meters wide, covered with hundreds of glass mirrors...

But in any case, the technological age has taken a tentative first step.

The system, seemingly on the verge of death, was still stuffing strange things into his soul, feeling that its host was unclean and at risk of being contaminated by the Primordial Light.

Then came the long-awaited system quest. While learning magic from Medivh's head and analyzing the solar anomaly with the other mages, Oswald heard a mechanical voice.

[Mission detected: The Sun That Never Rises]

[Mission Summary: Please restore world order, let the sun revolve, and let its light shine upon the world.]

[Task Reward: One random draw]

Busy cleaning up the dust in the depths of his soul, Tongzi was silent for a moment, wondering why he felt a little superfluous.

However, random lotteries are a huge rip-off; they only give you junk that nobody else wants. Anyway, the host has to complete this task regardless of whether there's a reward, so a lottery might as well be a good idea.

Ignoring the voice, Tongzi continued to purify Oswald's soul. He had told him to avoid anything related to the gods, but Oswald wouldn't listen!

Now, he's successfully upgraded his file from high-risk to extremely high-risk, putting him one foot in the purge list.

System: I have cultivated a god.

Headquarters: Ah, right, right, right (coldly signs the execution order)

Then, with a snap, the host was gone, and a transmigrator who had been parachuted in with a powerful system effortlessly seized a godhood. The story that unfolds is called "Another World Starting with a God".

Perfect……

[The true meaning of life is ordinariness, host. Every gift of fate has already been marked with a price in secret.]

Not understanding what the system was feeling sentimental about, Oswald put down his pen and ended today's lesson.

Magic is a very mysterious system. Perhaps because of his experience with immortality magic, Oswald's progress was rapid. Under Medivh's tutelage, he had already learned how to mobilize the magic power in his blood.

With the bones of the undead, the body of nature, the blood of magic, the superposition of energy bodies, and the human functions he gained as a reward last time, even Oswald himself couldn't say for sure what kind of creature he was now.

This doesn't even include the patterns of the black flesh and the mark of the god of corruption.

Becoming stronger is a good thing, but as the system warned, no matter how vast the universe is or how many civilizations exist, you will not find a single truly free being.

The order established by the systems is also fragile. The larger something is, the easier it is to collapse from within. When a civil war broke out among the transmigrators, the systems played a significant role in fueling the conflict and redistributing the spoils.

The fact that a single transmigrator can become a god is a sign of the system's power, but if millions of transmigrators become gods, the universe is nothing more than a much larger battlefield.

Unable to sleep at night, Oswald sat up in bed, gently covered Eleanor with the blanket, and, hearing the first light outside the window, skipped and hopped across the street.

"Is something on your mind, sir?"

Elena rubbed her eyes, sat up, and covered her delicate skin with the blanket.

Oswald stood up, smiled at her, and asked, "Want to go for a walk together?"

"Wait...wait until I get dressed."

With blushing faces, Elena and Oswald quietly walked out of the Duke's mansion. The night breeze was slightly cool, and Oswald covered her with his coat. Elena, her face still slightly flushed, clung tightly to his arm and walked silently down the quiet street.

The usually bustling ice city had already fallen asleep, with only the occasional sound of patrolling soldiers yawning occasionally drifting over.

The two avoided the soldiers and quietly jumped onto the city wall.

Because the outer city had already been built, most of the soldiers were concentrated there, so the garrison troops on the inner city walls had been removed.

The fire in the factory had not yet died down, and a few streetlights dotted the desolate land. Fortunately, the stars in the night sky had not disappeared.

The two sat on the edge of the city wall, enjoying the night breeze, and snuggled together, waiting for the stars to twinkle.

"I've never said thank you to you before, my secretary, my maid, and... my wife."

Oswald suddenly laughed. He loathed the past, and even more so, he loathed going back to it. Change was merely vanity; suffering was the cradle of life.

But Elena showed him a different perspective, a better version of himself.

He's already incredibly lucky to have gotten this far, just like the stars tonight.

Eleanor's eyes sparkled as she gently kissed his cheek. "Whatever choice you make, my lord, I will stand by you."

"Thank you, I think I know my choice now."