Chapter 2044: A Large Family The experiment would be happening two thousand years from now, not a long time, but it should be enough for Victorious Genesis to prepare for whatever was going to be happening. He listened to Sumek rattle off a list that held hundreds of defense options, and he made sure he paid attention and gave out all the right responses, but his mind was not here any longer. Three days later, the inquiry was over, and leaving an Avatar behind, Victorious Genesis returned to his Origin Realm, which he called Genesis Prime. The reason he called his Origin Realm in this manner was that he hoped for many Primordials to be born from his realm, and they would be able to obtain several Origin Realms for themselves, and more of the Origin Realms would have the moniker of Genesis. His people were a proud race, as they were among the finest of the Great Creator’s creations when he entered the Eternal Realm of Doomstar and created a race of Golden Giants that aided him in defeating one of his greatest enemies during that period, the Eye of Time. They may have been reborn as one of the Elythrii, but they did not forget their heritage, and they chose to return to their previous forms that resembled golden titans, and their cities were an exact copy of the shining city built for them by the Incarnation of the Grand Creator, Rowan. In a few moments, Victorious Genesis had crossed an infinite distance and arrived at his home, a small two-storey building where he lived with his family, which at this time was his mother and father. Of course, after him, they went on to give birth to other children, and they wished to repeat the miracle that was him, and so his parents had become too enthusiastic in their acts of procreation, despite how hard it was for golden giants to give birth, although their status as Elythrii mitigated some of that constraint, it was still there. Victorious Genesis now had twenty brothers and fifteen sisters, and this was just in the last fifty million years; who knows how many more siblings he would have in half a billion years, or a billion years from now? With his status as one of the first generations of New Primordials, his siblings believed that their bloodline was sacred, and so all of them were quite serious in theor cultivation as most of them were already at the level of Old Ones, and they were equally as enthusiatic about getting children, as his small family that just had three people in it, now numbered in the millions. The family gathered every five hundred thousand years was celebrated on a supermassive planet, and if this trend continued, his family’s bloodline would reach billions in the blink of an eye. Returning home, he was surprised to see only his father around. Usually, there were always at least a dozen people around the house, and Victorious Genesis had never seen the house so quiet. "Old man, where is everyone?" he called out, as he jumped into a wide and comfortable sofa that everyone knew was his favorite and so no one touched, even if he did not really care, and could create a trillion of these sofas anytime that he wanted to. "I sent them away," his father replied, "And when will you ever stop calling me old man and just call me by my name or dad?" stroking his chin, his father smiled, "technically, if you think about all the places you have been, and how long we were kept sleeping, then you are technically older than me, and should be called the older man." Victorious Genesis spat, "Don’t try to deny who you are, Old man, not after all these years you have been proclaiming to all of Existence how you fathered a Primordial. It is a good thing you have been faithful to the Old woman, too," Victorious Genesis shivered, "I have too many nightmares of coming home to a young lass a millionth my age who calls herself my stepmother." His father sneered, "If you keep going on the way you do, then maybe I will just make this nightmare a reality." "You dare?!" Victorious Genesis roared, although from his small boyish frame, it did not sound very threatening, plus there was no anger or intent to hurt the Old man in his words, just a bit of annoyance and happiness. As a Primordial, he knew how precious it was to have a family unit that drew you down into the little things, else it was easy to forget why it all mattered. A Primordial could choose to sleep for countless Cosmic Eras and awake at any time, and their bodies and soul would not deteriorate; they could watch everything pass away, and they would remain the same, but such a life was it not too hollow and devoid of any joy of living? Many Primordials, and even Old Ones, had a detached view of life. Even though the Origin Realms had bridged that gap between mortals and immortals, it was still hard for many of them to reconcile the fact that the perception of mortals and immortals was not the same, and many immortals would want to return as they were as mortals, as the perception shift was often too drastic for them. They were missing out a lot, but it was a good thing that more immortals were adopting the mindset of merging with their mortal roots, and it was primarily because many of them recultivated as mortals inside the Origin Realms. After a while of pleasant back and forth between father and son, Victorious Genesis smiled a bit sadly, because while his father could hide what was in his heart for a while, he had never been a good liar. "Who told you that I joined the project for the Archive?" Victorious Genesis suddenly said, hitting the nail on the head, and making his father sigh in defeat, "Did you forget that several of my great-grandchildren are assigned in the Hall of Memories? They saw that you attached yourself to this dangerous expedition."