Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
For mortals to challenge the gods was a popular cliché in Roel’s previous world.
This cliché embodied the sentiment that humans held their fate in their hands. Such belief was the reason humans worked hard to better their environment, no matter how difficult the era they were living in was.
Unfortunately, this was a nigh impossible task to accomplish in the Sia Continent.
In this world of transcendental power, gods were existent beings who had reached the limits of their evolution, making it even more impossible to overcome them.
That was the case between Roel and Banjol.
While Roel looked down on Banjol for abandoning his race, he had to concede that the latter was an opponent far out of his league. The Deviant Sovereign had had all the time to hone his spells to perfection, and his skills were further backed by his strength as a god.
As much as a mortal challenging a god was a romantic concept, how could a mortal actually triumph over a god? This was a question few had stopped to think about, but Roel was going to uncover his own answer to it.
A crisp sound reminiscent of cracking glass echoed in the center of the pitch-black mana cloud. With Roel’s permission, Edavia had happily inflicted severe damage on Roel’s soul. She sampled a sliver of the dissipating soul fragments, only further fanning her excitement.
“Fufu, what an intoxicating flavor. Tastes like strong liquor…”
“What are you doing?!” Artasia exclaimed as she glared at the intoxicated evil god with glowering madder-red eyes.
“Are you angry? Just so you know, this wasn’t my idea,” Edavia calmly explained as she glanced at Roel.
“…It’s fine, Artasia,” Roel said.
“Are you joking with me? Why would anyone wound their own soul? Are you out of your mind?!”
“I should have told you in advance—” Cough! “—but great power comes at a heavy price. That’s the law of the world.”
“…”
Artasia fell silent, whereas Edavia nodded with a smile.
“There isn’t much of a choice when you’re up against an enemy like him… but at least it’s only to this extent. Thi
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