A Divine Scion

Elias leaned back against his chair, feeling his brain go numb.

Under today's relentless barrage of information, his mind had completely ceased to function.

Honestly, he was tired. Just let the world end already.

He felt that even if the drunken old sea dog across from him suddenly stood up, ripped off his fake beard, and told him that the current King was actually his long-lost younger brother, Elias probably wouldn't even blink.

He'd just casually ask if the royal treasury had enough cash to reimburse his travel expenses.

However...

The "Lord" fanatically worshipped by countless cultists in the mist...

Wasn't an evil god?!

This was simply too inconceivable, completely exceeding his meager knowledge of mysticism!

One had to remember that the name of that unfathomable existence came with automatic targeting and long-range strike capabilities!

Just a fleeting thought of Him in one's mind...

And the entity could precisely send a "local specialty" into one's stomach from thousands of miles away.

If an existence with such power didn't count as an evil god...

Then what the hell did?!

Fine.

Elias helplessly admitted to himself that he had never actually seen those legendary, indescribable evil gods in reality.

The problem was, who knew what a damn evil god actually looked like!

What if it was a noodle monster with countless eyes?

Of course.

Elias wasn't the only one whose brain was struggling to keep up.

Old Ed, who had been comfortably leeching information from the depths of his mind, also seemed quite dazed.

In fact, the old man's worldview had collapsed even more thoroughly than Elias's.

"Not an evil god?!"

The old man let out a distorted, strange cry in his mind.

"Holy shit!"

"I really thought you, kid, had actually driven off an evil god single-handedly in Hope County!"

Old Ed's tone was filled with the indignation of being cheated.

"After all that, it turns out it was just a counterfeit product!"

"I admired you for nothing..."

Damn it!

What was wrong with this old geezer's head?!

Elias couldn't help but give him a mental middle finger.

Was that the point?!

The point was that regardless of whether it was a genuine evil god or not, that thing could easily crush them like bedbugs!

He couldn't be bothered with the dead old man who couldn't prioritize.

In reality...

Elias frowned deeply, staring at the dignified and elegant Ms. Sophia across from him.

"If it's not an evil god, then what is it?"

His voice carried unconcealed skepticism.

"A cultist?"

"A cultist who can freely bestow divine favors upon distant followers and ignore the laws of physics?"

"Someone who can cause death through an unknown connection just by sensing a single thought from another person?"

"How could a human or an ordinary transcendent possibly achieve that?"

Elias wasn't exaggerating.

He had reviewed every encounter with that "Lord" with Old Ed in the middle of the night more than once.

The conclusion they always reached was clear.

If he weren't a transmigrator, and if he didn't possess a massive amount of spirituality that far exceeded ordinary people...

He likely would have had his mental energy drained the very first time he heard that name.

He would have died on the spot from that unavoidable triggered spell or mutated into a pile of rotten meat.

Whenever he recalled his reckless, fearless attitude when he first arrived in this world...

Elias felt a chill run down his spine.

Faced with his questioning...

Ms. Sophia didn't get angry. she just calmly looked at the defensive young man.

"I wonder if you have heard of a certain term."

She set down her glass and slowly uttered two words.

"'Divine Scion.'"

Divine Scion?

Elias was stunned.

The term itself carried a thick sense of profanity and unfathomable horror.

Old Crowley, who had been sitting silently by the side, suddenly waved his hand impatiently.

"He doesn't know jack shit!"

The old sea dog unceremoniously interrupted Sophia's lead-in, his tone full of disdain.

"This guy has been a transcendent for barely two months, all told."

"He's just a rookie who recently stopped being an ordinary person."

"He can't even recognize most basic supernatural materials. How would he know what a Divine Scion is?"

Hey!

Elias was immediately displeased by those words.

How could this Lao-Deng, Crowley, show him no respect at all?

Where was his honor among thieves?!

However...

Upon hearing Crowley's blunt disparagement, Sophia did not look down on Elias.

On the contrary.

Her deep eyes instantly lit up, as if she had discovered some rare treasure.

She even showed a flicker of eagerness that made his skin crawl.

What?

Two months?!

A storm of shock surged in Sophia's heart.

What kind of one-in-a-million monstrous genius was this?

In just two months, he had risen from a mortal to a realm with such terrifying spiritual pressure?!

A Scale Three in two months?!

If he were in one of those ancient supernatural families, he would be worshipped as the reincarnation of a god!

No.

Wait...

Sophia suddenly leaned forward slightly, squinting as she carefully examined Elias.

Her gaze pierced through the surface.

She keenly detected a slight sense of inconsistency.

This kid...

While the spiritual fluctuations on him were staggering, the core texture didn't seem to have reached the qualitative change of Scale Three.

He wasn't Scale Three!

He seemed to be a transcendent who had just stabilized at the Scale Two stage!

But...

Sophia gasped.

The spiritual reserves within this guy were simply too staggering!

It was like a soldier holding a small pistol but carrying the ammunition for an entire armory on his back!

"Do you have any interest in joining our Resurrection Society?"

Sophia didn't even acknowledge Old Crowley's surprised expression.

Without a second thought, she issued a blunt invitation.

Her tone was filled with a desperate thirst for talent.

"Uh..."

The corners of Elias's mouth twitched slightly.

He had been feeling uneasy as this elegant lady stared at him with a gaze that felt like an X-ray scan.

His right hand had even quietly gripped a warding charm, ready to smash a window and make a hasty exit at any moment.

He hadn't expected...

That she would pivot so suddenly to inviting him into their underground organization, which sounded like an illegal resistance army.

Was this direct recruitment efficiency a bit too high?

"I'll pass..."

Elias shook his head without hesitation, declining firmly.

What kind of joke was this!

Elias had never intended to stay on the front lines against those lunatics from the Mist Veil Society.

Did he have a death wish?

To be honest...

Everything he was doing now...

Including his investigation into Wayland Shipping...

Was for one simple purpose—to save his own hide and survive the terrifying upheaval about to sweep through Moon Bay.

After all...

In this supernatural world of information asymmetry, information was absolutely the most critical element for survival.

His ancestors from his previous life had already made it clear in their military strategies, written with lessons learned in blood.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without ever dying.

Join an organization and become cannon fodder?

He wouldn't touch such a losing deal.

"That's fine."

Sophia didn't seem particularly disappointed by Elias's blunt refusal.

Geniuses were always a bit arrogant; they needed to be won over slowly.

She leaned back into the sofa and continued the interrupted topic.

"A Divine Scion."

Sophia's voice became low and ethereal, as if carrying a mystical echo.

"They are those former Chosen, once peerless, who have been eroded by Outer Gods from the Astral Plane."

"Holy shit?!"

Hearing this...

Old Ed let out another deafening cry of shock in Elias's mind.

His voice was filled with the fear and trembling of someone who had just learned the ultimate secret of the world.

"I always thought that transcendents hearing whispers from the Astral Plane when their spirituality ran dry..."

"Was just a hallucination caused by a mental breakdown!"

The old man's voice was shaking.

"Like those veteran transcendents locked up in Landon Asylum; almost all of them became madmen because their spirituality was exhausted."

"Now that you mention it..."

Old Ed gasped.

"Those whispers that drive people mad aren't hallucinations at all—they're real!"

"They must all be related to those so-called 'Outer Gods'!"

Listening to the old man's panicked analysis in his mind...

Elias felt fine, dense goosebumps break out all over his body.

A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Astral Plane.

Outer Gods.

Divine Scion.

These terms combined like a mad painting depicting the ultimate horror of the universe.

These were taboo concepts he couldn't have even touched before.

And he...

A half-baked transmigrator who didn't even understand his own goddess well enough...

Was now being forced to face such a ridiculously grand crisis way above his level!

Sophia ignored Elias's increasingly pale face.

She stared fixedly into Elias's eyes.

With a solemn tone that felt like passing a death sentence, she slowly continued:

"And the one sealed beneath Moon Bay..."

"Is a Divine Scion."