Return of the New God (Two Updates, Eight Thousand Words)

No one truly knew where God was. Not even the Spectre knew. At Level Ten, God had long since reached the end of the known and unknown, the ultimate aggregate of intention, non-intention, and meaninglessness. The Spectre touched the Origin Wall in spirit form, and his entire body melted into it like ice. Before him, the Origin Wall that countless powerful beings feared was as though it did not exist. Countless icy gazes turned toward him, nearly wanting to tear the Spectre to pieces. "Bastard! Bastard! Why wasn't it me?