Apocalypse Gachapon

The Abyssal World was a vast word engulfed in eerie green flames, with a clear hierarchy of strength. The deeper the hue of the Abyssal Fire and the denser the abyssal energy, the more powerful the Demons who ruled the region.

In a region where the hue was darkest, where the green nearly faded to black, a majestic palace loomed amidst the inferno. This grand structure dwarfed even the Succubus Queen’s palace, its size and elegance unmatched. From within, heavy, rhythmic breaths echoed.

"Who dares kill my son?! In the name of I, the Darkfiend King, with the Abyss as witness—resurrect!"

Beneath the palace, the dark green flames erupted violently, towering into the sky and enveloping the entire structure. Amidst this fiery storm, a high-level Demon began to take shape—first as a faint projection, gradually solidifying into a physical form.

Minutes later, the ink-green flames calmed, revealing the resurrected Demon floating in the air, reborn through the Abyssal Fire. It was the Darkfiend Prince. Once at level 64, his power had fallen to level 60, just enough to remain a high-level Demon. His aura was visibly weakened.

Slowly, he flapped his wings, the terror of death still etched on his face despite his resurrection. The specter of death knew no bounds—no matter the race, its grip was terrifying. It took the Darkfiend Prince a moment to gather himself.

Before him, an enormous projection materialized, so vast it blotted out the sky. As it emerged, the very fabric of space trembled, and even the ever-burning Abyssal Fire seemed to bow in reverence.

The Darkfiend Prince knelt midair before the towering projection, his voice trembling with respect, "Your son humbly greets you, Father."

The Darkfiend King grunted, his voice rumbling like thunder, "Who killed you?"

"I... self-destructed." The Darkfiend Prince replied, his heart pounding as he recounted the events leading to his demise. Even in his resurrected form, the memory of that moment sent chills through him.

The Darkfiend King listened in silence, the air thick with tension. The surrounding space trembled, and the Abyssal Fire twisted violently, reflecting his rising fury. Each subtle movement from the Darkfiend King sent ripples of power in all directions.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke, "Necromancer... a new human class. Talented. Promising. He likely didn’t really die. The humans will protect someone like that, but even if he's resurrected, it will take him at least a year to fully recover."

He paused, his voice filled with cold authority, "Rest and recuperate. When you’ve regained your strength, continue your trials and reclaim what you've lost."

As he finished speaking, a single strand of hair fell from the Darkfiend King, transforming midair into a pitch-black spear. It descended into the Darkfiend Prince's hands.

"As you command!" The Darkfiend Prince responded, holding the weapon reverently before retreating to the palace.

The Darkfiend King remained, his gaze piercing the distance, "There’s Succubi presence... I think it’s time I speak with the Succubus Queen."

With that, he vanished. The Abyssal Fire surged back to life, and the oppressive atmosphere dissolved into eerie calm once more.

...

Lin Moyu experienced the sensation of being struck by an explosion for the first time, and surprisingly, it felt somewhat refreshing.

A level 64 Demon had detonated himself together with an unknown weapon, creating an explosion of unimaginable force. His Bone Armor barely held for a second before shattering.

This marked only the third time Lin Moyu had faced such a powerful attack. The other two occasions were the death ray of the Fire Demon King and the black flaming meteor of the Archaic Luanniao.

"Luckily... I had the Summon Health Link" He muttered, relieved.

He quickly checked on his skeletons in the summon space. The damage was extensive—the golden bones of the skeletons were cracked, and the Lich Generals were covered in wounds. Though not on the brink of death, they were severely injured. Without the Summon Health Link, at least half of his undead legions would have been wiped out in the blast—a devastating loss.

Fortunately, inside the summon space, they would recover quickly. Lin Moyu sighed in relief.

The Immemorial Battlefield remained eerily calm. Despite the mountain peak's collapse, it was insignificant in the vastness of the battlefield, like a pebble dropped into an ocean, barely causing a ripple.

Amid the rubble, a bright white light shot skyward. Bone Fangs, with their powerful piercing power, shattered the rocks. Lin Moyu's finger glowed faintly as he created a path through the debris using the Bone Fangs skill.

Once the eternal glow of the Immemorial Battlefield appeared before him again, Lin Moyu let out a long sigh, "Time to go back."

He found a flat surface, took out the Teleportation Scroll, and activated it. The scroll unfolded, glowing as it quickly inscribed a one-time teleportation formation at his feet.

To leave the Immemorial Battlefield, one needed to break through space and cross great distances, a task only possible with a teleportation formation—something a mere Teleportation Stone couldn’t achieve.

Two minutes later, the formation activated, whisking Lin Moyu away. Teleporting between spaces gave him a unique experience, one that made him think of Ning Yiyi, who had always been scared of teleportation. A small smile formed on his lips, "If she ever had to endure cross-space teleportation, it would be even harder for her."

A few minutes later, his feet touched solid ground again. The familiar scent of tea and the soft rustle of the bamboo forest filled the air—Lin Moyu had returned to the White God Courtyard.

Meng Anwen sat alone, sipping tea. Without opening his eyes, he said, "You're back."

Lin Moyu bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Lord Meng."

Meng Anwen simply hummed in acknowledgment, "Take a rest. Your teacher will be back soon."

Lin Moyu moved to the table, then started quietly brewing tea.

...

At Battlefield No. 1's Hall of Heroes, Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai remained seated, neither having left all this time. During this period, they had observed Lin Moyu’s soul brand growing significantly stronger, a clear sign that his level and power had increased.

Mo Yun had also shown improvement, though more modestly.

Neither of them sensed any danger from the battlefield, so they remained at ease, their expressions relaxed.

Suddenly, Bai Yiyuan chuckled, "That rascal is back."

When Lin Moyu returned to the White God Courtyard, his soul brand registered a change, which hadn’t escaped Bai Yiyuan.

Mo Yun hadn't yet returned, but she wasn’t in any danger, so Mo Xinghai wasn’t concerned. He remarked calmly, "It’s good he’s back."

Standing up, Bai Yiyuan stretched, "Old Mo, I’m heading back."

Mo Xinghai rose as well, brushing off his clothing, "I’ll go with you. I want to meet your student." Curiosity piqued, he was eager to see the young man who had managed to earn such high praise from Bai Yiyuan—someone he had described as possessing 'transcendent-godly potential.'

Whether he was truly a genius remained to be seen. Mo Xinghai wanted to compare him to his granddaughter to determine who was stronger.

Bai Yiyuan chuckled, "Well, let's go see what that kid has gained in the Immemorial Battlefield."

With a heavy rumble, the gate of the Hall of Heroes closed, filling the place with a solemn and dignified atmosphere. Very few people in the Human World were qualified to enter the Hall of Heroes. During Lin Moyu’s time in the Immemorial Battlefield, except for Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai, no one else had entered.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the White God Courtyard. Seeing Lin Moyu unharmed, Bai Yiyuan smiled broadly, "You rascal, not bad. Already at level 35."

Lin Moyu bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Teacher." He then turned to Mo Xinghai, "You must be Lord Mo. Greetings, Lord Mo."

Mo Xinghai raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Do you know me?"

"You bear a striking resemblance to Miss Mo Yun." Lin Moyu replied.

Indeed, Mo Xinghai and his granddaughter, Mo Yun, shared similar features. More significantly, Lin Moyu recognized the summoned beast by Mo Xinghai’s side. In the Human World, only one or two Summoners could stand as equals to Bai Yiyuan—it wasn’t hard to deduce who he was.

Mo Xinghai studied Lin Moyu closely. Level 35, Necromancer—a new class. But beyond that, he couldn't discern much else for the time being.

Bai Yiyuan casually took a seat, "So, tell us about your time on the Immemorial Battlefield. Any fateful encounters?"

Lin Moyu recounted the key events, leaving out the minor details and, notably, not mentioning the Shenzhou Cauldron. He told them how he first encountered the Soul Devour Insect King, defeated the Soul Devour Insect Mother, obtained a Primordial Rune, converted Abyssal Demons and Dragonkind into military merit, and later killed the Earth Evil Centipede…

"Hold on!" Bai Yiyuan interrupted, shocked. He downed three cups of tea in quick succession to steady himself. After taking a deep breath, he asked, "Did you say... you killed the Soul Devour Insect Mother?"

Lin Moyu nodded. "Yes."

Mo Xinghai chimed in, "And you killed the Earth Evil Centipede as well?"

"That's right." Lin Moyu replied calmly.

Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai exchanged incredulous looks, the same thought flashing between them: impossible.

For a moment, the room was silent. Then, Meng Anwen burst into joyful laughter.