[Chaos Fusion: Infernal Convergence – Godfire Spell]
Effect 1: Blessed by the Goddess of Chaos; ignores all non-invincibility protections such as Holy Relics, Divine Items, Body Domination, etc.
Effect 2: Targets along the celestial trajectory of the divine spell take true damage equal to Orson’s HP per second + 10x his spell power, lasting 30 seconds. Cooldown: 1 hour.
Effect 3: If the target is below 50% HP, triggers an instant-kill effect and destroys all sub-Forbidden Magic tier gear and accessories.
High risk, high reward.
The absurdly low success rate came with outrageously high damage.
Orson watched the blazing comet arc across the sky—Godfire Spell, carrying with it the power of six spinning elemental gems.
Each one shimmered with its own light, merging into a deafening, explosive symphony.
The Bright Galaxy spun as it tore through the world, cutting across over a hundred kilometers.
Flesh and soul were shredded in its wake.
Nothing could stand before the wrath of the Spell God.
"This isn’t killing," Orson murmured, his eyes sharp as blades. "This is erasure."
Once, he had naïvely believed that any adventurer could eventually challenge the gods—as long as they had enough time and grind.
But now he knew he’d been wrong.
This kind of power... defied reason.
Even though it now resided in his hands, the sheer weight of it made his back go cold.
"This is the light of destruction. Damn near burned out my titanium eyeballs," Bradley muttered, his face ghostly pale. He was practically mourning for the enemy.
From an alien adventurer’s perspective, there was simply nothing left in this world that could stop Orson’s advance.
Suddenly, a blinding beam of light stretched across the Abyss itself.
The enemies didn’t even scream.
Their cries had already been drowned out by the catastrophic explosion of elemental force.
And in their final moments, they got what they always claimed to want: salvation.
Because they finally witnessed the power of a god.
Whether Kraken or alien adventurer, everything—bodies, equipment, souls—vanished as if they had never existed.
The Godfire Spell’s three overpowered effects stacked together.
Unless someone had a literal invincibility skill from some freak encounter, there was no
Even one of them had been a Saint Lord-Class adventurer.
Zorro may have had the qualifications to enter the Ninth City, but in the end, he was nothing special.
Just a slightly larger ant in the vast Galaxy Infinite Dimensions.
Like all creatures in the hands of gods, life and death weren’t his to decide.
"Two percent success rate... It’s still not enough."
Orson shook his head calmly.
He knew the truth—if it weren’t for his massive HP pool, any ordinary adventurer casting that spell would barely be able to match an unawakened Forbidden Curse.
Six different A-rank elemental fusion spells, yet still short of Orson’s expectations.
Worse yet, the success rate was pathetic.
If he were up against a Seraph-tier divine "Modifier," he’d be long dead during the fusion attempt.
While the others were still stunned, Orson spoke quietly.
"Continue... Bro, you’re the boss. Whatever you say,"
Madman muttered, annoyed by the carnage. The Kraken army was nearly wiped out, and all it dropped was a pile of gold coins. Total ripoff.
"If I had to fight someone ... surrendering would make me a genius!"
"Our Infinite Dimensions world was abandoned by the gods—but now, a God adventurer has descended. We don’t need to fight anymore!"
"Earth adventurers are magnanimous, sparing us despite our offenses. As a survivor from the Thunder World, I pledge to follow Orgod into battle!"
The remaining adventurers from the three Watcher Cities had seen enough.
They switched sides faster than flipping a switch.
Madman: "Wait a sec—you were just trying to backstab me, and now you want to be on my team?"
"Thief of Earth, your great name will be sung across a thousand galaxies!"
"The aura of power around you makes my soul want to kneel!"
Madman stared, dumbfounded.
These alien adventurers had no shame.
Even the ones who just tried to ambush him were now groveling on the ground.
Of course, it was obvious he was with the God adventurer. Their matching human appearances gave it away instantly.
Worst part? These bastards were good at brown-nosing.
Madman never said anything about forgiving them, yet now he was being treated like a saint.
"Lord, your mercy lights up the Abyss itself. How could we not understand your noble heart?"
A lanky thief with four spidery arms cackled, his creepy grin perfectly matching his grotesque ID.
Madman looked uncomfortable. He could take a lot, but these guys were laying it on thick.
"You pathetic Galaxy rats," Usher said coldly.
The alien adventurers flinched but quickly swallowed their anger, plastering on flattering smiles.
Madman smacked his forehead. He finally remembered—they were all survivors of destroyed worlds.
Every last one of them had done whatever it took to survive.
There was no room for pride in that kind of life.
He glanced at Usher and snorted.
"You don’t know sh*t. Survival is a basic instinct. You can’t deny that, kid."
Usher’s expression darkened, but he had no retort.
If Dragon’s Kiss Guild hadn’t been devastated, he wouldn’t have understood how precious life really was either.
"Hey. Spare them. I’ll even sharpen this rusty-ass dagger for you,"
Madman called out to Orson, watching his friend’s back with a rare flicker of worry.
He knew what unchecked power could do to someone.
It was all too easy to lose yourself.
"You’re the vice guild master. Your call."
Orson turned and gave a faint smile. He wouldn’t refuse a request from an old friend.
He wasn’t surprised Madman chose mercy.
Even after killing over 8,000 members of the Kraken army in one go, Orson’s heart didn’t stir.
He wasn’t a bloodthirsty killer—he knew something wasn’t right about his state.
Maybe it was the divine energy in his body starting to take over.
It gave him clarity, yes.
But it also made him less... human.
Luckily, Madman—who acted like a sleazy coward—was the most human one among them.
The kind of guy who would cling to life like a turtle, but would also anchor others when it counted.
If Orson said "kill," Bradley would obey without hesitation—merciless and mechanical.
Frankly, few in Godslayer were truly sane.
Ironically, the most grounded one of all... was Madman.
Orson didn’t linger in Crylassa.
He rode Aeloria onward as news of the three cities’ defeat spread.
With every step forward, more defeated adventurers were absorbed into his army.
The force soon swelled past 500,000 strong.
Technically, most were refugees.
But hidden among them were multiple Domain Lord-Class elites.
Orson flew at the front, a beacon lighting the Abyss.
Behind him surged a massive army of former enemies, rebels, and lost warriors—all marching toward the Ninth City.
At first, they surrendered just to stay alive.
But before long, they surrendered to him—completely.
The gods’ will had crushed them to their knees.
But this man inspired them to rise and fight again.
Even with the divine-crafted rules of Infinite Dimensions still controlling the world, the true gods didn’t have time to care about these scraps on the edge of the Galaxy.
He kept God’s Domain active.
Every ten minutes, he cast a Forbidden-tier Chaos Magic spell.
Godfire Spell became something he threw out for fun.
To these adventurers, it was nothing short of divine miracles.
Every Heaven Demon they encountered was slaughtered, ripped apart in the rifts of the Abyss.
And of course, some arrogant adventurers stood in their way.
They didn’t last long.
Their city barriers shattered. Their leaders erased without a trace.
Finally—a million-strong army marched upon the Ninth City.
Abyss Regional Channel:
Orgod: "I am Orgod. I need the Abyss Node Device. City Lord, come out and meet me."
His calm, yet crushingly powerful voice echoed across the channel.
Every adventurer who heard it felt their blood ignite.
The gods created this place.
But this man from Earth... dared to tear it all down.
The Ninth City’s dark barrier flared—
And collapsed in seconds.
Not because Berenice attacked...
But because they had chosen to open the gates.