There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 559, The Choice Between Three Evil Gods and Spiritual Transformation

This long journey, the grand adventure Xiao Yang spoke of, seemed more like a clinging to outdated methods than a genuine attempt to find a lost sword.

Moving forward all the way.

Until you gradually get bored.

Walking on this open field.

A dense swarm of monsters.

The abyssal slaughterer, constantly being lifted high.

"Devastation" is an understatement to describe the scene.

Moving forward step by step.

Gradually, as they traveled further, they encountered more and more malicious gazes.

One by one.

A powerful evil spirit, a wicked god.

So far, those guys that Xiao Yang and Hope City have defeated.

"The stomach of greed, the god of spikes, the god of war, the ghostly earth immortal."

These guys are nothing special when they land on this land.

Climb to the top of a mountain.

Xiao Yang let out a weary sigh.

This grand adventure is coming to an end.

After fighting with a group of greedy fellows, he looked at the chaotic and desolate world before him.

Xiao Yang is preparing to accept one of the three choices from the Evil God Devourer.

A prompt for the God Game popped up.

[Should we proceed with the settlement?]

"determine."

Three evil god traits.

Two of the most consistent individuals appeared.

More hands.

"eyeball."

These are two options that Xiao Yang cannot choose between.

Whether you like it or not, your gaze can only fall on the third option.

"More manic."

Made a choice.

This is a pretty good choice.

"It's just... a little painful."

[More manic]

Effect: Gain greater mental resistance

Introduction: I saw more!

After making this choice.

More chaotic sounds and images appeared in Xiao Yang's mind.

It's not just plague rats anymore.

"Frenzied war, mad eating, and that sharp piety."

These chaotic images flooded Xiao Yang's mind.

This is how the trait of mental resistance is enhanced.

If you can withstand brutal torture, then congratulations.

"You pass!"

Xiao Yang was practically shivering as he gritted his teeth and held on.

The chaotic scene almost overwhelmed him.

This is a vast scene that can completely dilute the self.

A pure pain directed at oneself.

For a moment, Xiao Yang felt that perhaps moving closer to the Pale Hand and the Crimson Moon wouldn't be a bad thing.

At a dangerous moment when it was about to be completely overrun.

Dawn's long lamp saved him.

The dawn's long lamp, transformed into a lighthouse, cast its golden light into Xiao Yang's heart.

It allowed him to lift his head and grit his teeth to persevere.

But frankly, there's really no need to suffer such pain for no reason.

Perhaps choosing multiple arms and eyeballs isn't such a bad thing.

Why resist like this?

She knew perfectly well that she would probably never be able to escape the entanglement of these two guys for the rest of her life.

A tragic entanglement that cannot be severed.

Why bother running away?
Indescribable pain.

Would anyone really be willing to take on all of this for such a simple and vague reason?

"for what?"

Xiao Yang no longer owes anything.

"Is it just to be a savior?"

"To become a hero?" But if those are the goals.

Why, before making such a crucial decision and after taking on all of this, did I waver and embark on this bizarre and unconventional adventure?
"From the initial panic upon entering the Skull Dungeon to gradually gaining a foothold, the first goal entrusted to me, thinking about what I wanted to be, what I wanted to experience, is it really these things now?"

A jumble of thoughts kept popping up.

Xiao Yang actually knew the answer; he had always known the answer.

Just like that joking, extraordinary human.

"Can extraordinary humans really achieve this level of skill?"

He is not a stupid fool.

He actually knew the real answers to many things, those obsessive thoughts.

We had no choice but to do it.

He initially only wanted to be an adventurer and a dungeon king.

He was neither a savior nor a hero, nor was he prepared to do so much to become a hero or savior, nor was he prepared to bear the hopes and future of so many people.

Gritting his teeth.

There was simply no other choice.

But having come this far, things have turned out this way in a daze, and now that I'm hesitating again, it's too late to turn back.

He really hated this damned Sea of ​​the Mind.

An angry roar.

Everything becomes so painful after getting involved with this sea and the evil gods that dangle in it.

Every step forward.

Every step forward inevitably brings to light these issues that we try to avoid.

In front of you.

They are asking you questions in a way that makes it impossible for you to avoid them.

The same question has been raised again.

"Is it really worth it?"

"Do you want to continue?"

Boundless pain arose amidst the chaotic storm.

Those guys who were killed, even in death, were restless. The traces they left behind were gathered together at this moment, churning in Xiao Yang's mind and stirring up a storm.

This is not without its advantages.

The raging storm was refining Xiao Yang's "will, belief, soul, spirit, and self," thoroughly blending these chaotic elements together.

In pain.

Moving closer to a complete transformation of the soul.

This blend is very fitting for a certain aspect that belongs exclusively to Xiao Yang.

That was something truly special about Xiao Yang.

He was neither a bandit-born dungeon explorer, nor a god-given player, nor even favored by the dungeon gates.

He had already pushed that door open a crack long ago.

They possessed that most precious key.

A rare find among qualified individuals.

"The seed of awakening spiritual attributes."

Isn't his spiritual attribute defined in this way?
It's a complex and unconventional ability that blends together a bunch of random things.

Such promotions and upheavals led to the emergence of a small, inconspicuous pool within that agonizing, wailing soul.

It was a small, dark, and icy pool of water.

"It's like the sea of ​​the soul."

Yes.

"It's like the sea of ​​the soul."

The storm is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Yang, however, had no way to stop it.

He needs to deceive himself again, or actually answer that question.

You are the one who is hardest to deceive.

If you can't answer, you'll only suffer the agonizing torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death.

The soul is constantly torn apart, then healed, then torn apart again, then healed again.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.

Xiao Yang screamed loudly in agony.

He looked like a pathetic loser.

In terms of growth in strength, he never lagged behind, becoming undeniably powerful. Shortly after the battle with the God of War, and after the Hundred-Handed Giant was forged.

They have grown in strength once again.

Not long ago, a battle of gods broke out in this area.

Several local tyrants had a fierce battle with Xiao Yang.

They were brutally beaten by Xiao Yang.

This is why he was able to climb this high mountain, stand on the summit, and look down at the desolate landscape with ease.

Unfortunately, simply increasing strength is clearly not enough.

To be more precise.

But it wasn't enough for him.

(End of this chapter)