By noon, Henry Clark had planned to stop and rest for a while, when suddenly he spotted a hole in the grass, slightly larger than an adult’s fist. Instantly alert, he carefully examined the area around it. Sure enough, there were faint traces in the soil—marks similar to those left by mice or rabbits. Clearly, something was living in that hole.

"That’s meat," Henry Clark thought happily. He searched the area, casually gathered some fruit, and then wove a loop from grass stems mixed with vines. He’d done this before—his grandfather had taught him this method for catching field mice in the countryside—so it felt familiar. He quickly finished setting up the trap.

After setting the trap, Henry Clark grabbed a large handful of grass stems from the surrounding bushes and smeared them all over himself. Then he carefully crouched deep in the grass, holding one end of a vine in his hand, with the other end connected to the trap. The center of the trap was baited with mashed fruit, and he lay there, waiting.

"If I catch something, I’ll build a shelter nearby tonight. Hopefully it’s a rabbit, but even a mouse would make a meal," Henry Clark thought, focusing all his attention on the trap.

He didn’t know how long he waited—maybe an hour, maybe two. Just as Henry Clark was about to give up, a mouse’s head suddenly poked out of the hole. It was a rodent, slightly larger than a field mouse. Henry Clark couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but he watched as the mouse cautiously emerged from the burrow, slowly looking around, spending a long time checking its surroundings. Finally, it crept toward the trap.

After all, this was a place untouched by humans, so the mouse had probably never seen a person, let alone a trap. It carefully approached, crawled into the trap, and began eating the fruit. At that moment, Henry Clark gave a sharp tug, trapping the mouse inside.

Henry Clark didn’t dare hesitate. He ran straight to the trap, about to grab the mouse with his hand, when suddenly a blade of wind shot out from the trap, slicing the vine clean through. Startled, Henry Clark reacted decisively, thrusting his spear hard into the trap and pounding it into the ground several times before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"What the hell! Even mice can shoot wind blades now?"

Before Henry Clark could continue complaining, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Killed Wind Mouse. Gained three reward points. Successfully drew Heavenly Dao Affinity."

"What? What does that mean!?"

Henry Clark looked around in shock, but saw no one. He immediately glanced at the stone watch on his wrist, and, as if inspired, said, "I want to strengthen."

As soon as he spoke, a bright light flashed before his eyes. He found himself standing atop a giant sphere of light, surrounded by a plaza, and beyond the plaza was endless nothingness.

"Holy shit, the Lord God!"

Henry Clark was about to shout, when he suddenly saw three men lying on the plaza: a burly man with bulging muscles, a frail scholar dressed in traditional robes, and a thin, pointy-eared man in a long robe.

All three lay motionless on the plaza; it was unclear if they were alive or dead.

But as Henry Clark—or rather, his consciousness—entered, the three began to stir and wake up. The burly man immediately rolled to his feet, taking a defensive stance and warily scanning his surroundings. The thin man also sat up at the same time, muttering strange words, and as Henry Clark watched, a semi-transparent shield appeared around him.

As for the scholar, he was the weakest—just groaning on the ground, unable to get up for the moment.

Lord God?

Lord God!

Henry Clark realized—this was the Lord God’s space!!

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Chapter 8: The First Generation Lord God’s Space

(PS: One update around 12 noon, one around 3 pm, one around 6 pm, three updates daily, as above)

Henry Clark looked at the three people waking up on the ground, constantly pondering the situation before him. If he wasn’t mistaken, this giant sphere of light was clearly the Lord God from the countless infinite flow novels he’d read. As for these three, they were obviously the chosen reincarnators. But then again...

If they were reincarnators, what did that make him?

He clearly had no physical body now, nor had he become the Lord God himself, but was instead above the Lord God. He’d never seen this situation in any novel he’d read.

In those infinite flow novels, the mainstream ones wrote about reincarnators, the more niche ones wrote about natives of the worlds the reincarnators entered, and the rarest ones wrote about becoming the Lord God. But standing above the Lord God—what did that even mean? For a moment, Henry Clark felt his brain couldn’t keep up.

Just then, a flood of information suddenly appeared in Henry Clark’s mind, making his head ache. It took several seconds before he could barely endure it.