Chapter 836: Elevated to the One True God! The Palace of God! Luo Hao's Attention
Luo Hao stared at the translucent interface of the Doomsday Chat Group, severely doubting her own eyes.
The casual conversation scrolling past completely transcended her understanding of reality. 'Holding a universe in the palm of a hand? Smashing someone to death with an entire cosmos?' What kind of absurd world of power was this?
"Brother, you are back."
The moment Ren stepped out of the spatial rift and returned to the group, Shuvi immediately threw herself into his arms. She buried her face against his chest, rubbing affectionately, just as clingy as ever.
"Ren, did something happen just now?" Think Nilvalen asked, her sharp elven ears twitching slightly. She and the others had not missed Shuvi's strange, momentary freeze earlier. Right after that, an unfamiliar woman had materialized out of nowhere, prompting Ren to vanish for a brief period.
"Just caught a little thief trying to steal some power," Ren explained with a casual wave of his hand. "Nobody important. I have already swatted him."
He kept his tone light. There was no need to cause unnecessary panic; the fewer people who knew about the Overlord of Transcendence, the better.
He then shifted his gaze to the martial arts sovereign. "The issues on this world's end have been dealt with, Luo Hao. If you want to return to your own world, feel free to head back."
Luo Hao shook her head, her dark eyes flashing with determination. "If permitted, I wish to stay. I want to experience the splendor of this Otherworld."
She refused to be a frog at the bottom of a well. Now that she knew there were heavens beyond her own heaven, and entities whose strength dwarfed the Heretic Gods she hunted, she absolutely would not squander the chance to witness it. She was practically burning with eagerness to see exactly how this man could hold a universe in his hand.
"Ren, are you going to claim the throne? Will you become the One True God?" Azriel asked, her heterochromatic eyes burning with a fervent, almost fanatical heat.
Behind her, the gathered Flügel stared at him with bated breath, their wings fluttering in sheer anticipation. After experiencing the mind-melting, soul-shaking joy of perfect fusion with him in the bedroom, they absolutely refused to accept anyone else sitting on that throne. To the Flügel, there was only one being worthy of the title One True God, and he was standing right in front of them.
Ren pinched his chin, a thoughtful smirk tugging at his lips. "Well... it would not hurt to just take the title."
If he became the One True God, he could easily construct a massive, luxurious divine realm specifically for his women to live in. A private, eternal paradise for his harem? That sounded like a fantastic idea.
"Wonderful!" Jibril's face flushed with a dangerous, bloodthirsty excitement. A halo spun rapidly above her head. "Master, please give the order! Allow me to exterminate the other races to pave your way to the throne!"
"Little Ji, dial back the bloodlust. There is no need for such a massive commotion," Ren chuckled, reaching out to flick her forehead lightly. He pointed toward the rings adorning their fingers. "You all hold a fraction of the Star Cup's power now. Go out and amicably unite the remaining races. Sit down, have a nice chat, and formulate a new set of rules for this world. That is all."
Couronne weakly raised her hand, her voice tentative. "Can we... can we really create a peaceful world? Like the one from our dreams?"
Think smiled softly, her elven features relaxing. "I have no objections to that. A life without constant bloodshed would be beautiful."
"Then that is entirely up to your own efforts," Ren said with a lazy shrug. He was not particularly keen on micromanaging the geopolitical shifts of this world. It was much easier to just delegate the task to the girls and let them sort out the various races themselves.
Wasting no time, Jibril and Azriel rallied a detachment of the Flügel, alongside representatives from the allied factions, and set off to confront the remaining races.
Azriel's strategy was simple: they would first attempt peaceful persuasion to force a reconciliation. If the other races refused to listen to reason, well... they could not blame the Flügel for giving them a very painful, very explosive demonstration of their newfound power.
The winged girls were incredibly active. After all, Jibril had loudly declared that whichever squad secured a submission the fastest would be the first to receive Ren's special favor tonight, a chance to thoroughly satisfy their deepest cravings in his bed. How could they possibly slack off with a reward like that on the line? After experiencing his boundless stamina and divine techniques once, any sane woman would become hopelessly addicted to the taste.
"What exactly are you planning to do now?" Luo Hao asked, her curiosity piqued.
Having let Jibril and the others fly off to handle the subjugation of the world, Ren wrapped an arm around Luo Hao's slender waist and brought her high into the sky above the ruined landscape.
"Nothing much," Ren replied casually, the wind whipping past them. "Just building a permanent residence for my harem."
Luo Hao blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sheer bluntness. Building a palace for his harem... spoken exactly like an ancient, tyrannical emperor.
Ren did not chant an incantation or draw a magic circle. He merely reached out and made a grasping motion toward the empty void.
Rumble!
Space warped and folded. Out of absolute nothingness, a colossal, breathtakingly magnificent heavenly palace materialized abruptly in the sky. Its towering jade pillars, golden rooftops, and sprawling courtyards gleamed with a divine light that left even a seasoned sovereign like Luo Hao utterly dazzled.
She reached out, her senses sweeping over the structure. It was not an illusion. It was completely, absolutely physical.
"Creation from the void?" she breathed, her voice laced with awe.
"Just a small trick," Ren smiled.
It was not false modesty. For a man who could spawn and shatter countless universes with a single, fleeting thought, manifesting a mere palace out of thin air was barely worth a footnote.
Luo Hao's dark eyes flickered as she studied his profile. "Is your current level of strength entirely due to the doomsday points provided by the Doomsday Chat Group?"
"I did indeed develop my foundation through the doomsday points I earned, as well as the bonuses from my Doomsday Companions within the Chat Group," Ren answered, not shying away from the truth. He was pragmatic; he would never forget the roots of his power or how he climbed to the top.
Of course, what had truly given him his initial capital was that very first Doomsday Game he had experienced alongside Yukino. He had scraped together his first batch of doomsday points by slaughtering hordes of Zombies, using them to upgrade his baseline abilities. Then came Saeko's world. Securing her as a Doomsday Companion and mass-clearing the undead had marked the true beginning of his explosive, unstoppable growth.
Thinking back on those early, gritty days of survival brought a slight, fond smile to his face. A wave of nostalgia washed over him. Time had flown by in the blink of an eye. Now, he had a growing legion of beautiful, devoted confidantes by his side, and his personal power had utterly transcended the very concept of the multiverse.
Honestly, he missed Yukino a little.
He made a mental note. The moment he returned to his main world, he was going to pull Yukino aside and treat her to a very private, very wonderful memory, just the two of them.
Shaking off his nostalgic mood, Ren turned his attention back to the stunning martial artist beside him. He suddenly remembered the recent group rewards. "Speaking of which, did you not also receive a payout of 100 million doomsday points? Why do you not try using them to improve yourself right now?"
He pulled up her status panel in his vision.
[Human Species]: Luo Hao
[Points]: 100 million
[Doomsday]: Abnormal Doomsday (9 Stars), Uncertainty Doomsday (9 Stars)
[Abilities]: Godslayer, Flight, Clairvoyance, Shadowless Art, Ground-Shrinking Technique, Divine Footwork, Flying Phoenix Twelve Divine Palms, Summon Great Roc Golden-Winged Bird, Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Divine Art, Star-Absorbing Soul-Snatching Palm, Power-Draining Curse, Monkey-Frightening Talisman, Elixir of Chang'e Flying to the Moon, Great Strength Vajra Divine Art, Dragon and Tiger Roar Great Art, Golden Millet Dream, Hundred Herbs Fragrance, Thousand Dazzling Illusions, General's Command, A Man Should Strive for Self-Improvement, The Blue Sky is Dead, Treasure Shipyard.
Her ability list was a massive, sprawling collection of peerless martial arts and divine Authorities usurped from various Heretic Gods over her long life. However, looking closely at them, the Authorities she had obtained were generally too weak or highly situational. Compared to top-tier, destructive Authorities like the White Stallion or the reality-bending powers acquired by other Godslayers in later stages, her arsenal lacked a true, overwhelming trump card.
To put it simply: her skills were far too numerous and far too miscellaneous.
Seeing this, Ren offered a practical suggestion. "If you really want to improve your combat strength, I highly recommend using the Doomsday Integration Device in the Chat Group. You can spend your points to fuse all of these miscellaneous martial arts and Authorities together. Condensing them into a single, higher-tier power will give you infinitely greater potential."
"Integration, you say..." Luo Hao murmured thoughtfully. Following his advice, she handled her interface and opened the Doomsday Integration Device.
As she read through the detailed functional description, her dark eyes lit up with a brilliant, predatory gleam. "Fusing one's own scattered abilities into a higher conceptual law... Such a miraculous thing can actually be done?"
Her sharp martial instincts immediately grasped the terrifying power of this function. She finally understood exactly what Ren meant by greater potential. If she could strip away the useless fluff and combine the core essence of her dozens of Authorities, her sheer destructive output would multiply exponentially.
She looked up at him, a complex emotion swirling in her gaze. "You... why would you freely share such very useful advice with me?"
Ren just chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "That is a very strange question to ask, Luo Hao."
He stepped closer, his gaze meeting hers effortlessly. "I told you simply because I wanted to tell you. There really is not that much 'why' to it."
Luo Hao stared at him for a long moment before a faint, stunning smile graced her lips. "...A truly unconstrained and free man."
He did whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased, bound by no rules or expectations but his own.
And honestly? She did not dislike it at all.
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