The God Realm, once a peaceful and eternal dimension, was now in ruins.
Wherever Orosius went, life was devastated and planes collapsed.
The reasons he could be so reckless were twofold:
First, gods were rare even in the God Realm. Not everyone was born at the God rank; most members of the god race were only around Rank 7 or 8 at birth. True God rank powerhouses were exceedingly rare.
Second, no one wanted to stop him.
After Orosius ran his sword through the chest of a powerful deity, all the gods understood one thing: this madman was not to be trifled with.
Thus, while Orosius went on a killing spree below, a group of gods hovered high above, pointing and whispering, but none dared to descend.
“Who provoked this bringer of calamity?”
“I heard someone was making small moves in the lower planes and got caught.”
“Which idiot did it? Don't they know you can't provoke someone of this level?”
“What's the use of talking now? The priority is to find a way to send him away.”
The gods chattered, and finally, their gazes shifted toward a God King—one of the top beings in the God Realm. His expression was currently terrifyingly dark.
“Investigate.”
The God King spoke in a low voice that silenced all the gods. “Find out who did this. To cause trouble in front of someone of this level... do they think the God Realm is too peaceful?”
The gods looked at each other and began their search.
Soon, the target was identified.
A god responsible for the star sector containing Orosius’s world was pushed forward.
He was a rather young-looking god dressed in a magnificent golden robe. His face was pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Seeing all eyes on him, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore. He turned to run.
But before he could take two steps, an invisible hand grabbed him by the neck and hauled him back.
The God King had acted personally.
Holding the god, the God King shifted perspective and instantly appeared before Orosius.
Orosius was standing on the ruins of a collapsed temple, playing with a crystalline orb. Hearing the commotion, he looked up.
“The person you wanted... we have found him for you.”
He threw the trembling god at Orosius’s feet.
“Now, you have two choices.”
The God King held up two fingers.
“One: kill him, then leave the God Realm and never return.”
“Two,” he paused, his gaze sharpening, “be suppressed and killed by our combined forces.”
As he spoke, dozens of powerful auras from high above simultaneously locked onto Orosius.
This was the true foundation of the God Realm. While any individual might not match Orosius, their combined strength was enough to execute him on the spot.
Of course, the price would be the destruction of at least two-thirds of the God Realm.
Orosius looked at the God King, his dark golden vertical pupils narrowing slightly.
He could feel the power of the other’s aura; it was more than a level above the white-robed god from before. It might even be... very close to his own.
In a one-on-one fight, he was confident he would win.
But if you added the group above...
Orosius quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
A moment later, he grinned.
“Fine,” he nodded. “Since the target has been found, I won't linger any longer.”
The God King clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
Despite his calm exterior, he didn't actually want to fight. If they did, the losses to the God Realm would be too great to justify.
“A wise choice,” the God King said. He turned and stepped forward, vanishing from the spot.
The gods in the sky also dispersed as if they had never been there.
Only Orosius remained, with the god whose divine power had been sealed at his feet. Aside from his physical toughness, he was now no different from an ordinary person.
Orosius crouched down, grabbed the other’s hair, and pulled him up.
“Tell me,” he leaned in, staring into the other’s terrified eyes, “why were you so arrogant?”
The god trembled, his lips quivering, but he couldn't say a single word.
Orosius waited five seconds.
Seeing no reaction, he shrugged.
“Forget it. It's not important anyway.”
With that, he tightened his grip.
Squelch.
The head exploded on the spot.
Orosius shook the blood from his hand, stood up, and laughed toward the sky.
The laughter echoed through the ruins, carrying a sense of unbridled madness.
Once he had laughed his fill, he stopped and looked in a certain direction—the direction of his former world.
“Now,” he whispered, a crimson light flashing in his eyes, “it is time for the authority of the Demon King to return to me.”
He raised his hand and tore at the air in front of him.
Ripppp!
A crack was torn in space, revealing the familiar aura of the Demon Realm behind it.
Orosius stepped inside.
...
Demon Realm, Demon King City.
Veen was sitting in his study, flipping through various reports on the Demon Realm.
Suddenly, he paused.
An invisible pressure descended without warning.
It was as if the rules of the entire Demon Realm were trembling in fear, welcoming the return of a certain being.
Veen put down the reports and slowly stood up.
He turned his head toward the main hall.
There, a burly figure was stepping out of a spatial crack.
“You...” Veen’s pupils constricted. “You’re back?”
Orosius ignored him.
He walked straight toward the center of the hall, toward the throne that belonged to the Demon King.
The former Demon King had once sat there, ruling the demon race for countless years.
Orosius walked slowly to the throne, turned, and sat down.
The throne was massive, but it fit his tall frame perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for him.
He looked down at Veen from his high position, no emotion visible in his dark golden vertical pupils.
“Veen.”
The voice echoed in the hall with an unquestionable authority.
“Present.”
Veen bowed slightly, his posture respectful, though a flicker of complexity crossed the depths of his eyes.
“Find that Lilith,” Orosius said, his tone flat, yet causing the temperature in the hall to plummet. “Tell her that the man who is going to kill her has returned.”
He paused, then added:
“Bring her here. Otherwise, I don't mind forgetting my roots and destroying this world.”
Veen’s pupils shrank.
He understood the subtext. If Lilith didn't come, Orosius would destroy the Demon Realm and the entire world.
“...Understood.” Veen lowered his head, hiding the expression in his eyes.
With that, his figure slowly dissipated, merging into the shadows.
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