As Samael had expected, after ascending to a higher realm, he had become astonishingly powerful. So much so that even his past self seemed weak and insignificant in comparison to his current state. The difference between the realms was truly immense.
Now, he could even manifest a false version of "Absolute Knowledge" and "Absolute Power" outside of his divine dimension.
Of course, this ability was still burdensome for him, and Samael considered it his ultimate trump card—a weapon to be used only under special circumstances.
"It seems like every time I ascend to a higher level, I gain new skills..."
With that thought, he smiled.
Well, what should he do now? First, he needed to adapt to his new power. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to visit a few worlds for fun.
With that in mind, he once again appeared in his avatar form and let out a yawn.
"Maybe I should extend my tentacle to the higher-level worlds..."
He muttered with a smirk.
Before this, due to his weakness, he hadn't dared approach those worlds. But now he had a bit more confidence.
Still, caution was necessary. Worlds like Marvel and DC were full of monsters that could erase a multiverse without warning.
Especially omnipotent entities like the One Above All. Samael had no desire for such a being to suddenly show up in his divine dimension
Even though the author protected him, who could really trust such a being? Maybe one day it would decide to stab him in the back.
Samael didn't trust the one who had created him from imagination—not because of their personality, but because of their boundless power.
That was the problem with higher-dimensional beings: they didn't even consider lower-dimensional beings to be alive. To them, they were like dolls existing solely for their amusement.
And the author thought the same—he considered Samael a tool for the entertainment of his kind. His joys and sorrows, his victories and defeats, were all just a show for their amusement.
For this reason, Samael didn't trust the author in the slightest, even though he was his creator. But he had no choice. He had to obey his will and survive until the day he could be free.
These thoughts only lasted a few seconds. Then he fixed his gaze ahead and activated his divine dimension power.
He used "Absolute Knowledge" and "Absolute Power" and, in an instant, created two illusory figures—along with a golden chalice floating in the air.
One of the figures was a beautiful woman, as if manifested from the purest human fantasies.
She had silver hair, and her purple eyes sparkled like a starry sky.
But her face was cold and emotionless, and a divine aura radiated from her—as if she were a supreme god ready to judge everything.
The second figure was a man with a mysterious smile. He had short black hair and snake-like red eyes.
His beauty was devilish and seductive, like a serpent that mesmerizes you at first glance, only to devour you in the next.
"There's no need for me to explain what to do... because in the end, you are me."
Samael looked at them calmly.
These two were his clones. It was too risky for him to go to dangerous worlds in person, so he created them to gather souls on his behalf.
But to be extra sure, he had used "Absolute Knowledge" to examine all possibilities. For example, if a high-level entity tried to trace their origin, the clones would instantly self-destruct.
The woman and the man nodded silently and disappeared. Samael now looked at the golden chalice—an artifact he had named the "Chalice of Greed."
This chalice was a manifestation of aspects of "Absolute Knowledge" and "Absolute Power"; a machine for fulfilling the wishes Its power even surpassed that of Samael in his current state.
Of course, if he tried to create such a thing outside of the divine dimension, it would immediately wither. But here, in his own realm, it wasn't that difficult.
Still, this artifact had its limits. For instance, it couldn't grant the wish of "becoming omnipotent."
Most importantly, it contained a hidden trap: it would grant two wishes, but upon the third, the trap would activate and steal the user's soul—a soul that would later belong to Samael. A demonic artifact.
His clones had gone to the Marvel world to create a clichéd drama: "The Battle Between the Hero and the Lord of Demons."
In this performance, Samael would profit greatly. Meanwhile, he also sent the Chalice of Greed to the DC world to gather more souls for him—enough to make the risk worthwhile.
"Go and sow chaos..."
With this command, the chalice also vanished.
Now everything was ready. All that remained was for him to decide which world to visit for entertainment...