Late at night, within the Sea God's Island, private chamber.
Having just finished absorbing the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's brain, the Sea God's High Priestess, Bo Saixi, sat uneasily on the edge of her small bed.
Meanwhile, Fu Ye lounged leisurely on the bed itself, casually consuming the whale glue he held—a product of the 990,000-year-old Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
Yet, right next door was the sanctified Sea God Temple! Here she was, the High Priestess of the Sea God, sharing a room with a man practically under the deity's very nose.
The effects of the 990,000-year whale glue, however, were remarkably potent. Fu Ye, who had initially felt somewhat drained, now seemed brimming with energy once more.
He stood up and embraced Bo Saixi, who was still sitting timidly at the foot of the bed.
Even with a favorability rating of 95%, she still pretended to be so reserved.
"Ah!"
Bo Saixi flustered at Fu Ye's sudden hug, still unable to meet his gaze directly.
Fu Ye found the scene quite amusing. He had encountered many shy girls before, but never one quite this bashful.
"I still have some of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's glue left. It can enhance your cultivation talent. Here, have some."
As he spoke, Fu Ye broke off a small piece of the blue-golden substance and held it to Bo Saixi's lips.
"Mmph..." Feeling Fu Ye feeding her, Bo Saixi ate it directly.
A warm sensation flowed through her body. Just as Fu Ye had said, it truly seemed to improve one's physical condition.
"Want some more?" Seeing Bo Saixi swallow the energizing piece of whale glue in one gulp, Fu Ye broke off another piece for her.
After consuming the remaining whale glue in Fu Ye's hand, Bo Saixi felt her body flooded with abundant power. Even her long-stagnant cultivation showed significant progress.
"By the way, Xiao Xi, did you have some kind of agreement with Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu?"
Fu Ye directly pulled her into his arms, laying her down on the small bed beneath them. Bo Saixi's expression grew slightly tense upon hearing his words.
But in the end, she was unwilling to lie to him.
"Yes, that's right."
As she spoke, Bo Saixi buried her face in Fu Ye's chest. Seeing her adorable reaction, Fu Ye felt an urge to tease her further.
"The one who becomes a god first wins your heart, Xiao Xi?"
Hearing Fu Ye's words, a flash of panic and surprise appeared in Bo Saixi's eyes. But before she could speak, Fu Ye reached out and gently covered her mouth.
"You don't need to explain. He's just an old fool, still chasing after others despite having a grandson already. With my strength, I have no need to compete with them for favor."
Having said that, Fu Ye turned over, looking her directly in the face.
"Because, not only will I become a god, I will take you with me to godhood as well."
With those words, Fu Ye kissed her directly. As two barriers were cast by Fu Ye, the small room they were in was completely isolated from the outside world.
…
In the Divine Realm, at the Divine Committee.
The five great God Kings—the God of Destruction, the Goddess of Life, the God of Slaughter, the God of Goodness, and the God of Evil—sat around a table, observing Fu Ye's casual slaying of the 990,000-year-old Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
"Alright, now that you've all seen it, let's hear your thoughts." The God of Destruction posed the question directly. After all, a mortal who could so easily kill a 990,000-year-old soul beast was beyond their comprehension.
The Goddess of Life looked uneasy after witnessing the scene. While survival of the fittest was an eternal law of the continent, when one individual grew too powerful, they required a certain degree of restraint.
"According to my detection, he is not a transformed soul beast. However, his talent seems excessively potent. I fear that after his ascension to the Divine Realm, he might become another entity like the Dragon God." The Goddess of Life was the first to offer her opinion.
The God of Goodness frowned slightly upon seeing Fu Ye kill the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
"I agree with Goddess of Life's view. Although the individual in question hasn't apparently acted out of line, if he ascends with his level of talent, it would undoubtedly spell disaster for the Divine Realm."
Hearing his wife and the God of Goodness, the God of Destruction nodded in agreement. The God of Evil also gave his response.
"With his talent, he will likely gather the faith power of the entire continent and reach the Divine Realm in a hundred years at most. By then, the power he wields would be beyond our control."
"Therefore, I propose we use a lower-level god position to recruit him, using it to limit his future potential."
The God of Evil decisively offered his insights and solution.
After hearing the God of Evil's words, the Asura God cautiously raised his rather slender hand.
"Ahem! Well... do you think my position is low-level enough? If you all agree, I can pass it on to him to restrict his future development."
God of Destruction: «...»
Goddess of Life: «...»
God of Goodness: «...»
God of Evil: «...»
A stunned silence fell over the room after the Asura God finished speaking.
"What did you say?"
The God of Destruction stared daggers at the now-embarrassed Asura God, his teeth gritted.
'Your position? Even granting him a 2nd class god position would feel too high for him!'
…
Early morning, on Sea God Island, in the side chamber of the Sea God Temple, within Bo Saixi's boudoir.
Fu Ye held the utterly exhausted Bo Saixi in his arms as she sank into a deep sleep.
The effect of the 990,000-year whale glue was far too potent! After consuming half a piece, Bo Saixi had actually sparred with him for nearly an entire month.
Fortunately, over the past year, he had been constantly engaging in high-level ranked matches with the remnant soul of Xiao Wu. His physical fitness had gradually improved through this continuous, intense training.
During the nearly month-long period within the barrier, Fu Ye had thoroughly acquainted himself with Bo Saixi, the Ultimate Douluo, understanding her completely, from her body to her mind.
After this battle, Fu Ye seemed to have discovered a new world. He had never realized whale glue was so effective before. Now that he knew, he had to stock up!
After all, this substance was an excellent tonic. As long as the yin and yang were balanced, each use should, in theory, improve one's physical condition and spirit to a certain degree.
His system warehouse contained not just the 990,000-year whale glue, but also million-year glue.
[Item: 99,999-Year Whale Glue, Stock: +0; Price: ]
[Item: Million-Year Whale Jelly, Stock: +99,999; Price: 0]
[Item: 99,999 Million-Year Whale Jelly, Stock: +0; Price: ]
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On the Douluo Continent, at the border of the Star Luo Empire, within a courtyard in the fourth-tier city.
A young man with a determined gaze and ordinary features was practicing, swinging the hammer in his hand.
...
A middle-aged man in simple clothes sat on a chair, watching his son practice their Haotian Sect's unique skill—the Wind Hammer Technique.
The pair living here were indeed the father and son, Tang Hao and Tang San.
After the last incident with Fu Ye, Tang Hao was too ashamed to return to the sect. His sole wish now was to train his son, Tang San, into a Titled Douluo who would far surpass all his peers!
Tang Hao had long forbidden Tang San from continuing to practice with his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. After all, that Blue Silver Grass could never be cultivated to the Soul Ancestor realm. Reaching Level 39 as a Elder Master was already a blessing from heaven.
As for the risk of Tang San's body exploding from cultivating twin martial souls, Tang Hao had considered it.
He checked Tang San's body almost daily and found that the flexibility of his meridians and the circulation speed of his soul power were far beyond those of his peers, which gave him some reassurance.
Over the past two years, Tang San had added spirit rings to his second martial soul and practiced the Wind Hammer Technique.
His power had now reached the terrifying level 65. Now, he was a Soul Emperor!
Moreover, apart from his first spirit ring—a seven-thousand-year Earth-Splitting Rhinoceros—the rest were all ten-thousand-year spirit rings carefully selected by Tang Hao!
One purple, five black! If he were on the mainland, he would undoubtedly be a prodigy far superior to his peers!
As for seeking revenge on the Spirit Hall, it seemed Tang Hao was actually the one who had come out ahead.
After all, he had beaten the other party's Pope to death in a fit of rage. Yet, apart from some overt pressure, he had never even seen anyone pursuing him during his years in hiding.
Even the wanted posters they encountered were from over twenty years ago.
When Tang San revealed his Haotian Hammer spirit two years ago, Tang Hao had been completely in the dark.
He knew full well that Bibi Dong must have seen through Tang San's identity.
But just as he prepared to fight his way out, Tang San returned unharmed.
And then there was that good-for-nothing Tang Chuan, who had openly identified an Ultimate Douluo as a transformed soul beast. If there hadn't been so many people present, Tang Hao would have crushed him to death!
What nonsense! That boy was always stirring up trouble. He'd never been quiet since he was a child!
Fortunately, he was just a foundling. If he were truly his own son, Tang Hao would have killed him on the spot!
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
Tang San wielded the Haotian Hammer with immense force. In Tang Hao's eyes, his son was truly a gift from the heavens.
Although his first martial soul was useless, if one looked at his second martial soul alone, he was an absolute genius!
Now, in just a year and a half, Tang San had basically grasped the core principles of the Random Wind Hammer Technique. He could now wield the hammer with unwavering focus, reaching the level of true mastery.
Such terrifying talent was rare even in the Haotian Sect—a genius seen only once in a century!
However, at that moment, a sense of foreboding shrouded Tang Hao's heart!
A gust of cold wind suddenly enveloped the entire compound.
Endless black mist instantly swallowed Tang Hao and Tang San.
When the fog dissipated, Tang Hao was already holding the Haotian Hammer, with nine spirit rings—yellow, purple, black, black—quietly arrayed behind him.
Tang San stood ready as well, six spirit rings of purple, black, black, black glowing behind him.
"Hehehe… My dear father, my dear brother, I never expected you to live such a stable life after abandoning me. This truly saddens your son."
A fair-skinned, handsome young man stepped out from the black fog.
His voice was hauntingly familiar. After seeing his face, Tang Hao and Tang San felt they had seen him somewhere before.
Indeed, if this wasn't Tang Chuan, the God King's reincarnation, who else could it be?
"Hahahaha!! Father! Brother! I am Tang Chuan! Don't you recognize me?" Tang Chuan laughed wildly upon seeing the confusion on their faces.
Tang Hao and Tang San were visibly stunned by his words, then stared in disbelief at Tang Chuan's appearance.
"Brother… aren't you imprisoned by the Spirit Hall?"
Although Tang San despised his elder brother Tang Chuan, he still felt they were bound by blood. Even if he disliked him, he couldn't simply treat him with cold indifference.
But the expression on Tang Hao's face was far more telling. He clearly sensed that the energy within Tang Chuan was overwhelmingly dark.
Moreover, the black aura surrounding him carried a strong scent of blood, stirring a deep unease in Tang Hao's heart.
"Well, by a twist of fate, I escaped from that place. And now, I've solved the problem of my martial soul being unable to advance."
With that, Tang Chuan directly revealed his spirit rings—eight rings, all ten-thousand-year!
Just as he expected, Tang Hao and Tang San widened their eyes and drew a sharp breath at the sight of his ten-thousand-year spirit rings.
"Xiao Chuan, what is the meaning of this?"
Tang Hao stared at the eight ten-thousand-year spirit rings behind Tang Chuan—proof that the other was now a Soul Douluo!
"It was just a fortunate opportunity. But I came here today to borrow something from you, Father."
A sinister smile curled on Tang Chuan's lips as he spoke. Seeing that expression, Tang Hao's heart once again filled with vague dread.
"Haha, it's nothing much. I just want to… pick up my father."
As Tang Chuan's voice fell, a purple-black arc of light flashed across Tang Hao's right arm!
In Tang Chuan's right hand was a sinister, purple-black sickle.
"Swish!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Chuan's figure turned into a dark afterimage, instantly seizing Tang Hao's severed arm.
His speed was so swift that Tang Hao stood frozen for several seconds before the sharp pain from his shoulder finally registered.
"Bastard! Do you realize what you've done?!"
Tang Hao glared furiously at Tang Chuan, who stood there holding his severed arm.
He had always known his adopted son had a flawed character, but he never imagined he would dare to attack him so viciously!
"Hahahaha!!! Father, all I need is the top-grade soul bone from your right arm. Once I'm done, I'll help you restore the severed limb! Hahahaha!!!"
Tang Chuan laughed maniacally. Having obtained what he wanted, he turned to leave.
But at that moment, seeing his father injured, Tang San stepped forward.
"Tang Chuan! Do you know what you're doing? He is our father! How could you—"
Before he could finish, black Blue Silver Grass vines, tinged with a scarlet aura, burst from the ground and locked around Tang San's neck. Tang Hao suffered the same fate, equally ensnared.
"Haha, I already said I'll help him restore his arm later. Of course, if you insist on blocking my path to godhood now, then I'll have no choice but to let you become nourishment for my cultivation."
...
Douluo Continent, Sea God Island. Noon, outside a side hall of the Sea God Temple.
Fu Ye lounged leisurely on a recliner, basking in the island's sunshine, while Sea God rested inside her small room.
Naturally, this was also at Fu Ye's insistence, so she could recover properly. After all, she was his wife now; he couldn't very well let her work while she was injured.
Fortunately, Fu Ye had nothing pressing to do, so he was content to stay and guard Sea God Island for her.
During this time, he had also checked on the training progress of Xiao Wu and the others. He hadn't paid much mind before, but seeing it for himself was a shock. They had been at it for a year, and the ones with the highest progress, Ah Yin and Ah Wu, had only advanced by 25%!
'At this rate, by the time they wake up, the Divine Realm might as well be theirs,' Fu Ye sighed inwardly. There was nothing for it. With his wives currently unavailable, he could only look for a few more.
However, neither Sea God nor the Sea Witch could withstand Fu Ye's… vigor. So now, 95% of the pressure fell upon the residual soul of Xiao Wu. After all, when his wife wasn't around, a substitute could serve to relieve fatigue.
Just as he was pondering when to head to the God Realm and put an end to this beef diet, the sea in the distance suddenly turned a gloomy black.
'Hm? What ias going on? Hadn't I already killed that old fellow, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King?
Fu Ye observed the colossal waves in the distance. He knew perfectly well that not even a hundred-thousand-year soul beast could stir up such a commotion.
However, since he had promised Sea God he would look after the island and its surroundings, he simply rose to his feet.
"Fu Ye, I sense a powerful aura."
At that moment, Bo Saixi emerged slowly, leaning against the wall for support. But in the next instant, Fu Ye gently scooped her up.
"Leave matters here to me. The most important thing for you right now is to heal your injuries," Fu Ye stated, leaving no room for argument as he carried her back to her small bed.
"Just rest well here. With me on Sea God Island, nothing will go wrong." Before leaving, he didn't forget to pinch Bo Saixi's cheek.
Despite being over a hundred years old, her physical condition was no worse than that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. Her fair cheeks were so tender they seemed capable of squeezing water out.
In a flash, Fu Ye vanished from the spot. Bo Saixi lay on the bed in a daze for a moment before collecting herself, a warmth spreading through her heart.
'So this is what it feels like to be protected by a strong man.'
Her cheeks flushed red. Remembering what they had done together before, she couldn't help but blush. It was truly too embarrassing.
Meanwhile, a massive black shadow appeared in the sea about twenty miles from Sea God Island, though its body didn't seem as enormous as the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's.
Wherever it passed, the small islands were swallowed by the waves churned up by its powerful form.
By the time Fu Ye arrived, many fishermen and pirates out making a living had already been devoured by the towering waves.
"Well, it truly is a scene straight out of hell on earth," Fu Ye couldn't help but sigh as he watched the terrifying waves about to engulf the island ahead.
Yet, no matter how he looked at it, the dark shadow lurking beneath the waves felt familiar.
At that moment, over a dozen figures were sent flying by the terrifying waves. Fu Ye looked closer and saw they were several individuals dressed as pirates.
[Name: Zi Zhenzhu]
[Martial Soul: Sea Serpent]
[Level: Level 65 Agility-Attack Battle Soul Emperor]
[Identity Introduction: Her great-great-great-grandfather was a mermaid. Zi Zhenzhu was once a resident of Sea God Island. She participated in the Purple-level assessment and left after passing it. She founded the Purple Pearl Pirates 20 nautical miles away.]
'Hm? Zi Zhenzhu?'
He still had some impression of this Zi Zhenzhu, the lesbian who liked girls in SL 1.
In SL 1, she had ill intentions towards the amnesiac Xiao Wu, but was later swayed by the handsome appearance and personal charm of Tang San, the great heir of the Sea God.
In just half a month, she successfully transformed from a woman who liked women to a straight woman, smitten with the pure and innocent Sea God's heir, Tang San.
'Well, there's really not much to criticize about Tang San in the first part,' Fu Ye mused, 'apart from his classic lines like, You already have a way to die, and A heart of a Bodhisattva.'
Although Fu Ye had once considered crushing him to death with one hand.
With a casual glance, Fu Ye noted that aside from Zi Zhenzhu, who was a Soul Emperor, the other soul masters had already perished in the turbulent waves.
With a casual wave of his hand, he plucked the nearly-drowned Zi Zhenzhu from the waves.
Once he had her in his grasp, Fu Ye noticed that Zi Zhenzhu's ears were pointed, somewhat similar to the Sea Witch's. However, the legs beneath her torn black stockings were nothing like the Sea Witch's.
Despite sailing a pirate ship year-round under the scorching sun, her skin was significantly fairer than that of ordinary girls.
Just as he was appraising Zi Zhenzhu's appearance, a gigantic beast leaped out of the water.
It was a Demon Empress, about 100 meters long, but far smaller than the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
"Damned human! I will make you pay with your life for my husband!!" it roared in human tongue—an angry female voice. The other party seemed to recognize the aura emanating from Fu Ye, her tone full of threat.
Zi Zhenzhu, held in Fu Ye's hand, was jolted awake by the deafening roar. But when she saw the terrifying, hundred-foot-tall monster before her, every hair on her body stood on end. Cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.
"Haha, disturbing my peace is a capital offense. I allowed your so-called husband to die peacefully. Isn't that a form of mercy?" Fu Ye's expression remained indifferent.
'Why bother causing trouble for yourself? If you'd just waited patiently until I had the Divine Realm in order before showing up, I might have even granted you a divine position if I were in a good mood.'
As he finished speaking, Fu Ye's right hand instantly transformed into a magnificent, nine-colored dragon claw.
The terrifying aura contained within it made the Demon Empress tremble! But for the sake of avenging her husband, she absolutely could not retreat!
"Ah~ For the safety of the ocean, I shall reluctantly send you to reunite with your late husband."
As Fu Ye's nine-colored fist slammed into its massive body, its 400,000-year-cultivated form shattered into pieces in all directions.
But he was still quite considerate. He stored the opponent's flesh and blood into his system warehouse, leaving behind no bloody scene. As for the opponent's Whale Pearl, he shrank it down and popped it into his mouth like a candy bean.
One should know, according to the system's introduction, this thing was quite useful. Last time, after cleaning the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's Whale Pearl, he had given it to his wife to use as a cultivation accelerator.
This time, he wanted to see what the thing actually tasted like.
...
The purple pearl in Fu Ye's hand was so terrified by the unfolding events that it dared not even tremble. One punch. A single blow was all it took to instantly annihilate that peerless, human-speaking ferocious beast!
As the Whale Pearl dissolved within him, Fu Ye felt a warm current spread through his limbs and bones, a comfortable, soothing heat.
But that was the extent of it.
Within Fu Ye's spiritual sea, a silver-haired, silver-eyed little loli, clad in a blue palace dress and short skirt, was trembling uncontrollably. She was being utterly suppressed by a towering nine-colored dragon and ten ferocious divine weapons, pinned down and unable to rise.
Despite being the soul of a 400,000-year-old Deep Sea Demonic Whale, she was completely immobilized here.
Just then, crisp footsteps echoed behind her.
"Tap. Tap."
"To think that even after I shattered your body with one punch, you'd have the nerve to hide your soul within the Whale Pearl. Should I call you ignorant, or just foolishly naïve?"
Fu Ye slowly walked up to her, observing Demon Empress, whose current petite form starkly contrasted with her true, massive body.
Yes, this was Demon Empress, the 400,000-year-old soul beast and wife of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King. He truly hadn't expected her to preemptively store her soul in her Whale Pearl, abandoning her physical form in an attempt to seize his body and avenge her husband.
[Author's Note: No debates here. I've set her soul form as a loli—it's my original secondary setting. Later, in SL 3, the Demon Empress will take on a queenly form.)
"You filthy, despicable human! You killed my husband! I will make you pay with your life!" she screamed.
Looking down at this super-loli, who appeared even younger and smaller than Xue Ke despite being over 100,000 years old, Fu Ye pressed down with a single hand.
"Since you've come to me willingly, I'll send you to a… special place."
As the saying goes, waste not, want not. If something can be used, it should be.
With that, he grabbed her by the neck and strode into the Worry Free Prison.
Currently, the Worry Free Prison was a scene of sunshine, beaches, and villas. Since the remnant soul of the previous life's Xiao Wu was now being obedient, she deserved a reward. Here, there were villas, delicious fruits, and exquisite delicacies.
Noticing Fu Ye's arrival, the remnant soul of Xiao Wu rushed over at top speed and clung to his leg like an eager puppy.
"Master, this dancing slave has learned some new postures recently," she said, her face full of hope.
But Fu Ye hadn't come for amusement today. "So diligent? However, I've brought you a new… colleague. She doesn't seem very tractable yet."
He casually tossed the Demon Empress in his hand onto the beach before Xiao Wu's remnant soul.
"Thud!"
The silver-haired, silver-eyed loli, Demon Empress, landed on the sand. As she was still struggling, Fu Ye had already bound her hands and feet.
"Bastard! You scum! I'll kill you!!!" Demon Empress continued to curse.
Fu Ye had no patience for this.
"Crack!"
"Ahhh!!!"
A soft whip had somehow appeared in Fu Ye's hand. A single lash drew a piercing shriek from Demon Empress.
Witnessing this, the previous life's Xiao Wu remnant soul was filled with terror, her body—clad in a sexy swimsuit—beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
Noticing her fear, Fu Ye crouched down and placed a hand on her head. "From now on, she is your toy. You may play with her as you wish. As long as you remain as obedient as you are now, your life here can be even more comfortable than before."
A hint of mockery flickered in Fu Ye's eyes. Hearing his words, Xiao Wu's eyes gradually lit up.
"Master, really? No matter what I do…?"
A cruel glint surfaced in the eyes of Xiao Wu's remnant soul. Fu Ye simply gave her shoulder a light pat.
Xiao Wu had endured Fu Ye's oppression for so long; it would be a lie to say she held no resentment. But under the threat of his overwhelming power, she hadn't dared show even a hint of it.
Under Fu Ye's gaze, the little loli Demon Empress was instantly entangled by strands of Blue Silver Grass, leaving only her breathing passages and certain… specific parts exposed.
As for those exposed areas… they were left to the discretion of Xiao Wu's remnant soul.
Fu Ye's time was precious. He had no need to personally train the soul of a Deep Sea Demonic Whale who failed to recognize her own insignificance.
He sealed all of Demon Empress's senses except for touch. After casually providing Xiao Wu's remnant soul with a few small toys, he departed. How she chose to torment the new arrival was no longer his concern.
…
In the Divine Realm, the five members of the Divine Realm Committee, who had yet to decide which godhood to bestow upon Fu Ye, witnessed the scene of him pulverizing a 400,000-year-old Deep Sea Demonic Whale with a single punch.
"Everyone, I feel it's still inappropriate to grant him a 3rd class god position. How about we consider the lowest-ranked position—the Gatekeeper God Officer of the Divine Realm?" the Evil God King stated bluntly, proposing his alternative.
However, after seeing Fu Ye's feat, the Asura God grew restless.
"Everyone, doesn't that dragon claw technique the young man used seem… familiar?" The Asura God felt an growing sense of recognition but couldn't quite place where he had seen such a dragon claw before.
"Hmm? A dragon claw?" The God of Destruction replayed the footage. Upon closer inspection, he realized the dragon claws Fu Ye had manifested bore a striking resemblance to those of the legendary Dragon God!
"No! That looks exactly like the Dragon God's claw!" The Goddess of Life was the first to react, but she quickly became puzzled. "But if he possessed the Dragon God's power, how could we not have sensed it? And the Golden Dragon King remains imprisoned within the Divine Realm."
Hearing the Goddess of Life's words, the other gods finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There couldn't possibly be a second Dragon God, especially not originating from the barren mortal world of the Douluo Continent.
One must remember, when the Dragon God ascended to God King, he absorbed the energies of several surrounding planets just to establish the Divine Realm's order over Douluo Continent.
"In that case, let's proceed as the God of Evil suggested. Grant him the inheritance of the Divine Realm's Gatekeeper," the God of Destruction said, visibly relieved.
"That seems acceptable," the Evil God King nodded.
"+1"
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The God King of Life and the God King of Kindness typically avoided meddling in the affairs of the mortal world, but this individual's talent was simply too monstrous—condensing attacks at the level of a high-level god officer with a mere mortal body.
If he were to become a 1st class god, could he potentially kill a God King directly?!
This was an outcome none of them wished to see.
They would rather let the God of Destruction and the Asura God keep each other in check than allow such an excessively talented individual to ascend to the Divine Realm and dominate unchallenged!
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