"Three Super God-grade Soul Seals in my grasp… so in the end, I still came to this point."
"To kill the damned, and warn the world."
Orson let out a slow breath. Starting a civil war within the fusion world had never been his goal. It only weakened the adventurers, piling up needless deaths. But he had no other choice.
As his words faded, the sea erupted. Waves like jagged cliffs surged, the sky weighed down with clouds heavy as lead, threatening to crush the world.
Tsunamis dozens of meters high rose up, carrying entire fleets—warships, destroyers, carriers—sweeping them straight into the depths.
In an instant, the entire coalition fleet's alarms shrieked, wailing like the cries of the world before the end.
Thousands of terrified adventurers rode their flying beasts frantically through the sky, trying to flee.
"What is that… God, please tell me this isn't real!"
Davis, normally a proud atheist, screamed in panic as he stumbled back toward the glow of a teleportation array.
There, rising from the waves, stood a giant thousands of meters tall, crowned in gold, gripping a bizarre staff. Rings of light spun around him like tiny galaxies.
The ocean, even a thousand meters deep, barely reached his knees. It all seemed like a mirage—unreal. But each of his steps made every living being's soul quake.
As for the arrogant coalition adventurers? They were so tiny, they were practically invisible.
Their spells, skills, even dragon breaths—all useless. None could stir even a ripple on the giant's body.
Perched on his shoulder was a strange "little bird."
But this "little bird" merely opened its mouth, unleashed a blast of black flame—and three Domain Lord-Class beasts exploded midair, erased without a trace.
"My lord—unconquerable!"
Aeloria threw back her head and roared in joy. She'd never expected the day would come when she would be the one giving someone else a ride. The feeling made her wild with excitement.
"Are you filming this? Is that… some mythic Gonian titan? Or one of those so-called Heaven Demons?"
A trembling young reporter still managed to glance toward her cameraman, showing impressive professionalism.
The cameraman stared blankly for three seconds. Then he screamed, "Baka!"
And immediately mounted a ghostly bird, fleeing without a backward glance, leaving the reporter alone in the roaring wind.
"I'll document this. I'll let the people see what the Heaven Demons really are…"
Determination flashed through the reporter's eyes. She activated her adventurer recording function and synced it live to UJ national television.
"You're mistaken. I'm Orgod—Orgod from the US."
Orson's eyes swept the region, seeing hundreds of kilometers in an instant. His cold gaze landed on the reporter, who collapsed to her knees, sobbing, "A god… he's a god!"
"Translation systems glitching again?"
Orson sighed in exasperation. He took a single step—tsunamis thundered out, and a destroyer split apart with a deafening blast.
A dozen UJ fighter jets screamed through the sky. Aeloria lunged up to meet them, claws swiping—two jets shredded instantly, torn to flaming wrecks.
"They call me a god… fine. Let's call this godlike might."
Orson gave a faint smile. His Supreme Arcane Blade, magnified countless times, lifted into the air. Behind him appeared a breathtaking figure—an elf with long ears, impossibly beautiful, the very incarnation of the Wind Elemental Goddess.
With the Heavenly Spirit Soul Seal's ultimate power, Orson's attributes had been multiplied fiftyfold—vastly beyond even the three ancient Radiant Shuttle immortals.
Under such near-divine amplification, he could see truths ordinary adventurers would never glimpse.
Those so-called gods who granted players magic were in fact divine brands left by the Galactic Pantheon inside the Infinite Dimensions world.
The stronger the caster's own attributes, the clearer the godly apparition would appear when casting.
But was it really adventurers controlling these divine brands—or the brands controlling the adventurers?
At the very least, adventurers were no longer insignificant ants. They'd become true weapons of the gods.
[Heavenly Spirit's Heart]
Soul Seal Ultimate Skill: Manifest Heaven and Earth
Requires combining the Human Soul Seal Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye and the Divine Soul Seal Heavenly Spirit's Left Eye to awaken.
Manifest Heaven and Earth — Head like a mountain, waist like a ridge, eyes flashing like lightning, mouth a bloody maw, teeth like blades—thus becomes the strongest of the Era of Immortals.
Note: Though devastating, this power inflicts irreparable damage on the user. Use with caution.
Ever since acquiring the Heavenly Spirit's Heart, Orson's Weaponization Process had reached 100%.
No hidden quest had triggered. No special fortune appeared.
And checking his Weaponization Process now showed a unique buff: [The Unacknowledged One].
Effect: Cannot gain blessings, attribute points, skill points, or talent points through any quest.
Orson guessed this was tied to his Soul Seals. To the Galactic Pantheon, BlazeKing was a scourge, indirectly or directly responsible for many gods' deaths.
As BlazeKing's successor, how could Orson possibly be acknowledged?
If he wanted to continue growing stronger, it would take some extraordinary opportunity to break through this barrier.
According to Saryantos, across the tens of thousands of fusion civilizations, new gods continued to emerge—and so did new humanoid weapons.
This meant adventurers faced two branching paths for evolution.
Orson thought of the Grey Watchers.
He had reason to believe these so-called humanoid weapons were exactly like Xinala, or the goddess of love—transformed into NPCs, acknowledged by the gods, granted lifespans ordinary mortals couldn't fathom.
"Awaken—Hurricane Spear!"
Faced with the overwhelming barrage of cannons and missiles, Orson merely raised a calm hand and threw a spear of wind.
The wind howled, drowning all other sounds.
A streak of green divine light shot along the ground, and everything it passed simply ceased to exist.
Davis turned, terror written across his face. His skin went corpse-pale, and he could only stare blankly at the oncoming destruction.
He didn't even try to resist.
It was over in an instant, utterly without suspense.
"No—! I don't want to die!"
"Priests—get Davis! Quick—resurrect him!"
Adventurers screamed. A few priests glanced back, frantic.
"To oppose him… what a joke… ha, haha…"
Davis floated in midair, then suddenly burst into mad laughter. In that moment, his despair took on a terrifying, concrete shape.
He and his mount vanished without a drop of blood spilled, erased so utterly that there was nothing left.
The priests desperately searched, hoping to find even the smallest scrap of Davis's remains.
But when the body was completely obliterated—what was there to revive?
The divine spear kept going, tearing across thousands of kilometers like a beast devouring heaven and earth, until it finally vanished in another distant sea.
No one could calculate just how much damage or how many lives that single attack had cost the coalition.
In that moment, the entire world forgot how to think.