Alistair descended slowly from midair, landing on the ground.
"..."
He raised his hand in silence, as if sensing something.
"In my perception..."
"The entire Underworld..."
"It's completely under my control."
"Is this the system's compensation?"
Alistair murmured softly.
God of Darkness.
Lord of the Underworld.
Master of the Underworld.
Yes!
These were the divine titles Alistair now held.
More precisely.
The God of Darkness was the divine title bestowed upon him by the system.
Alistair also learned that, had his transmigration timeline been correct, his beginner's package would have been unparalleled talent, allowing him to rise step by step as a Saint to become a supreme god, perhaps even...
But now?
Due to the timeline error, the system had directly granted him the divine title of God of Darkness.
Note.
Just the title.
To truly become a god, one must ascend the divine throne, ignite the divine flame, and condense the divine spark.
"My divine title is the antithesis of all."
"Theoretically speaking."
"I can encompass all darkness."
Alistair whispered, sensing his divine title.
God represents all that is positive, symbolized by the number 999.
Alistair had received the antithesis of all, symbolized by the number 666.
"However, becoming a true God of Darkness is still a long road ahead."
"Before that..."
"Let's first sort through Hades' legacy."
Alistair's plans for the future were still a mess.
In that case.
He would start by organizing the legacy Hades had left behind.
The Underworld, with Hades' death, had fallen into ruin, on the verge of collapse. But Alistair, having ascended to the divine title of God of Darkness, naturally...
Darkness encompasses the Lord of the Underworld, and Alistair had claimed the authority of the Underworld's ruler, becoming its new master.
Theoretically.
Alistair had only just ascended to his divine title, so he was definitely no match for Athena at the moment.
But.
If Athena were excluded, and he had to fight another Holy War now?
That would be no problem at all.
"Quack quack quack~~~"
With a thought and a strange chuckle, strands of dark purple light emerged.
They were a total of 108 dark purple crystal skulls.
These were the essence of the 108 Specters, the primary fighting force of the Underworld, who had signed a contract with Hades in the age of myth.
Alistair opened his hand, and the Demon Stars transformed into a dark purple bracelet, landing in his palm.
Having inherited all of Hades' legacy, this naturally included the Demon Stars.
Alistair wrapped the Demon Star bracelet around his right wrist, muttering, "I'll need to train a new batch of Specters later. I need people under me, but I can't do it like Hades, relying purely on the power of the Demon Stars. Otherwise, what kind of riffraff would I end up with?"
Thinking of the Specters in the original story, Alistair felt his teeth ache.
They were truly a collection of riffraff.
Except for a few who were competent, the rest of the Specters were pure garbage.
The 108 Specters, in theory, could face off against the 88 Saints.
And even hold the upper hand.
But the results?
Look at the battles in the original story—better off dead.
"Hades, this guy, despite gods being restricted in the Holy War..."
"Didn't he ever consider improving the Specters' strength?"
"Theoretically."
"The 36 Heavenly Stars correspond to the Gold Saints."
"The 72 Earthly Fiends correspond to the Silver Saints."
"There aren't even any at the Bronze Saint level."
"Really hard to comment on."
Alistair couldn't understand Hades' approach. No wonder he lost. Ignoring the scheming and maneuvering behind the scenes, the basic forces weren't even on equal footing.
With the upper echelons restricted, aside from the Twin Gods and the three Judges, there was nothing worth looking at.
How could you even play like that?
"Forget it."
"First things first."
"I need to completely seal off the Underworld."
"Otherwise."
"That would be real trouble."
With a sweep of Alistair's will, the crumbling Hades Castle standing on the earth shattered instantly.
Furthermore.
Alistair sealed the entrance to Yomotsu Hirasaka, completely locking down the Underworld.
Even Cancer's "Sekishiki" series of techniques could no longer open the path to Yomotsu Hirasaka.
"The 108 Demon Stars."
"And beyond that..."
Alistair's will swept through, and streams of radiant light began to float before him.
"Death, Sleep, the River Acheron, Dreams."
"A total of 3,003 divine sparks."
Small, dark purple, diamond-shaped crystals, the size of a pinky finger, floated before his eyes.
A faint smile curled Alistair's lips.
The 3,000 Dream Gods.
The God of the River Acheron.
The God of Death.
The God of Sleep.
These were the subordinate gods under Hades.
Ascending the divine throne, igniting the divine flame, condensing the divine spark.
This was the path to godhood.
Normally, a divine spark merely signifies that one has become a god—a sublimation. It doesn't mean literally condensing a divine spark.
That would just be asking for trouble, leaving a weakness.
In reality.
Only after a god's death does the divine spark condense, and if not sustained for a long time, it will shatter and dissipate.
The Underworld's divine sparks were already on the verge of dissipating.
Alistair's arrival, ascending the throne of the God of Darkness and becoming the new Lord of the Underworld, had stabilized these near-shattered divine sparks.
"I'll store them for now."
With a wave of his hand, Alistair collected all the divine sparks, pondering briefly before murmuring, "What about Pandora? And the Goddess of Fate?"
"Elysium."
Alistair thought for a moment, seeming to recall something, then withdrew his thoughts.
He didn't immediately head to Elysium.
He could sense that something was hidden in Elysium.
But.
Before that.
He would claim the final orb of light.
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