Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

The object of immense hatred, Mephistopheles, was about to undergo the greatest pleasure of his life!

He could almost feel his teeth grinding to dust.

The only thing these people could do was to remain defenseless as they were bound, waiting for their doom! Just thinking about the tantalizing scenes Mephistopheles might enjoy made their mental state completely shatter!

Meanwhile, on Sterl and Licitris's side, both seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

The Succubus Queen even used telepathy to warn Flanda, instructing her to lead the team back to the 1744 layer of hell.

She planned to take Mephistopheles back first for some more intimate contact.

Licitris's mind was entirely focused on Mephistopheles, yet she remained vigilant.

"I had a confrontation with Rog earlier; even if we didn't officially fight, the fluctuations of divine-level power should not have escaped the attention of the deities of the main world."

"They might have initially intended to use the event's contributions as bait, forcing my subordinates and Rog's to kill each other, thus abandoning this expansion event."

"But the situation has changed. Now that I've made my move, the deities of the main world might have developed a bigger appetite, wanting to swallow both Rog and me…"

She analyzed the situation, not because she had seen through the thoughts of the deities of the main world, but because if she were in their position, Licitris would do the same!

The Succubus Queen quickly gathered her power, trying to open a passage back to her layer of hell.

However...

A brilliant golden barrier of light sprang up before her.

"Is the space sealed?"

"A Divine Power seal?"

"No, that's not right! The deities of the main world must have acted before I even confronted Rog!"

Licitris's heart sank.

"Mephistopheles, stay close to me."

"Do not leave my side, no matter what happens."

The Succubus Queen tightly embraced Sterl, her expression shifting slightly, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

Yet, up close, Sterl noticed that even when Licitris displayed such an expression, there was still a strange beauty to it.

Sterl didn't resist; the perfect spatial law allowed him to see that Licitris was trying to escape this layer of hell but had failed.

It was obvious that the deities of the main world were up to something.

Sterl remained unperturbed.

If worse came to worst, he could just log off and switch accounts.

When did you all conclude that I was a player from [Swallowing Heaven]?

But being in this situation was quite uncomfortable for him, held tightly in Licitris's embrace, feeling her silky skin and the waves of alluring scent emanating from her.

Sterl's body was extremely aroused, and he was on the verge of losing control!

...

Meanwhile, not far away, in a spatial tunnel,

Lord of Evil Spirits and the countless players and demons he led in retreat had already been intercepted.

In the midst of space, on one side was a mountain of bones formed from countless gray mists. On the other side stood three humanoid beings radiating light. The deities of the main world had arrived.

"Just as I suspected. I knew you could never be trusted," Lord of Evil Spirits roared in fury, while the three respected deities merely looked on with cold disdain.

"Trusted?"

"Can a demon utter such words?"

One of the deities from the Golden Kingdom spoke slowly, their voice creating waves of pressure that forced Lord of Evil Spirits to halt in his tracks.

"Do you intend to tear up the contract?" Rog bellowed again.

Lovic had led the players under Lord of Evil Spirits to attack Licitris's camp, clearly under the orders of this divine-level demon.

After obtaining the Stone of Absorption, Rog, already wary of the Archduke of Blood, had aligned himself with the deities of the main world. He planned for his subordinates to plunder contributions from the event while he himself would stall Licitris for a while, allowing the main world deities to set up a sealing formation.

In this way, Rog's appearance in the layer of hell wouldn't be a waste of effort, and he wouldn't be left empty-handed.

However, the plan was beautiful, but reality had dealt him a severe blow!

The three deities of the main world first used their means to obscure Rog's perception. Although he forced himself to pry a little, all he discovered was that Lovic was pursuing the "strongest Supreme," Mephistopheles. Rog certainly didn't think his top general could lose, so he withdrew his divine awareness.

In that brief moment, Lovic was brutally slain.

Rog's heart sank; he was filled with fury, wishing nothing more than to torture Mephistopheles to death in the most brutal manner possible.

Lovic's loyalty had guaranteed Rog a divine-level combat power. Losing him meant a significant decrease in Rog's strength and disrupted all his future plans for power enhancement.

It was precisely because of Lovic that Rog felt pressured by the threat of the Archduke of Blood, thinking only of retreating. He didn't need to take risks; once Lovic ascended, he could reap immense benefits!

But now, his top general was gone.

When he had previously faced off against Licitris, he had already been blustering. Without Lovic, Rog was only focused on quickly returning to his own layer of hell to recuperate, since hell itself was also affected by the looming catastrophe.

The disaster would spread throughout the lower realm!

No one could escape.

Rog had to prepare for the loss of Lovic, who was about to ascend to godhood, to ensure his own survival.

He knew the deities of the main world were watching closely. In order to save time, they had quickly taken away a batch of stronger player-demons.

Yet here he was, cornered.

At this moment, Rog felt extremely uneasy, but he still brought out the contract he had previously signed with the deities of the main world.

He held no illusions about leaving unscathed; he knew that was impossible.

However, with the help of the contract, it shouldn't be too costly...

The divine-level demon pondered this as he strategized.

But in the next instant, the three deities of the main world took out a small knife adorned with golden edges and suddenly stabbed it into their own bodies.

"What is this?"

Rog hadn't reacted yet when an ethereal image of a contract appeared above the deities, roaring to life and turning to ashes.

"You planned to betray me from the very beginning."

Lord of Evil Spirits' expression shifted in shock.

The three deities merely sneered. "Do you think we would ever cooperate with a demon like you?"

"Even with the constraints of the contract, demons constantly find loopholes. For instance, your responsibility in assisting us to kill the Succubus Queen was merely to force her to release a single skill."

"It's a pity that we were on the same page from the start; we never intended to fulfill the contract."

"The power from the fall of a single divine-level demon isn't enough to divide among three respected deities."

"With the great calamity approaching, we must consider our own interests too."

The three deities of the main world looked at Rog with indifference, as if he were merely a moving treasure trove. After the figures from the upper realms departed, these three respected deities would have no chance of securing a place in their organization to ascend to the upper realms.

It was time for them to fight for themselves.

What unfolded before them was the result of their meticulous planning.

[Swallowing Heaven] and [Transcendence] were two different games, and demons could only sign contracts using non-game system scrolls that were not factory-made.

These scrolls derived their power from a high-dimensional existence in the upper realms.

Betraying the contract would result in being struck down by the ethereal manifestation of that exalted being!

However...

In the last session, there was also an existence that symbolized betrayal; it had projected numerous items capable of breaking contracts into the lower realm.

The three deities used one of the treasures from the Hall of Valor — the Blade of Betrayers.

Any contract touched by this blade would burn and disintegrate.

...

Lord of Evil Spirits' expression changed drastically in an instant... if his massive misty form had a "face."

"You think you can leave me behind!"

Rog roared in fury.

His bizarre shadow, composed entirely of black mist, began to boil as if it were boiling water, stirring up strange clouds throughout the spatial tunnel.

"Let's see you try," Marlon stepped forward, initiating the first attack.

Get away!!

Lord of Evil Spirits didn't speak, but his will transformed into a mental needle that erupted within the spatial tunnel.

Marlon was first affected, momentarily stunned.

Then he saw countless clouds of mist sweeping toward him.

Marlon still thought this move was just an ordinary skill; the iridescent light of the Lord of Evil Spirits hadn't even flickered. He casually released a beam of light to defend himself.

Unfortunately...

The mist invaded the light barrier as if it were passing through a thin, translucent curtain, facing no resistance whatsoever.

Caught off guard, Marlon was swiftly consumed.

The mist transformed into countless skulls, frantically tearing and clawing within the body of this deity.

A being from the Hall of Valor, within a single encounter, was left drenched in blood, afflicted by toxins and curses.

His combat power was significantly diminished!

"You... how could you!"

Marlon was left dazed. The two other deities nearby quickly rushed to help, unleashing waves of purification abilities.

Yet, the assistance from the other two deities had no effect whatsoever.

Marlon's injuries continued to expand at an alarming rate.

The reason was...

In that brief moment, Lord of Evil Spirits had actually used all the minions he had absorbed into his body as fuel to unleash this attack!

The mist released by Rog was composed of countless tiny skulls, continually gnawing and tearing at everything.

Each skull symbolized a sacrificed demon of at least demigod level or a player from [Swallowing Heaven]!

Ordinary demigods posed no threat to deities, but the accumulation of these sacrifices finally triggered a qualitative change, especially since the power of these demigods was now propelled by Lord of Evil Spirits' Divine Power.

This move was utterly unexpected.

The three deities of the main world had no relevant intelligence about such tactics. This was normal; even in hell, casually sacrificing minions like this was considered outrageous!

If word got out, no strong beings in hell would dare to follow Rog anymore! Otherwise, wouldn't they all become reserve weapons for this divine-level demon?

Thus, those who had witnessed this move before... must have all perished!

"Don't worry about me!"

"Stick to the original plan!"

Marlon said coldly, still enduring the excruciating pain of countless skulls devouring his flesh. Half of his body had turned into a skeleton, and all of his Divine Power was devoted to counteracting the assault from those skulls.

Meanwhile, Rog, having unleashed his ultimate move, attempted to flee but was once again blocked by the deities from the Golden Kingdom and Ashen.