I'm really a serious wizard.

"Instead of surrendering, why choose to struggle in vain?"

The Lord of Death looked at Ron with interest and gently moved his fingers.

Suddenly, a dim and obscure divine power of death surged forth. Ron felt a tremor in his pocket, and then two divine qualities flew uncontrollably into the air.

They entangled and spun, and finally, as if grabbed by an invisible force, fell into the hands of the Lord of Death.

"God of the dead, Hellboy, I grant you the return from the dead."

The power of death is domination, and domination can bring the dead back to life.

To Ron's astonishment, the shadowy skeleton and Cerberus, shrouded in darkness, materialized.
In the blink of an eye, they became dead creatures in every sense of the word.

What an evil guy!

Even after death, are they going to be dragged back and treated like cattle?!

Ron's lips twitched as he looked with great apprehension at the undead army surrounding the city center and the dozen or so demigods who were eyeing him menacingly.

Could these guys also be resurrected?

Sure enough, just as he had a guess, he heard the Lord of Death sneer:
"A futile struggle."

“Living creatures get tired, get hurt, get afraid, get lazy, and die.”

"But the people who die are not afraid!"

"Is it because they can endure hardship?"

Ron suddenly interrupted and asked.

Besides, he couldn't think of any other reason why these demigods would continue to fight for death even after they died.

"Shut up!"

The Lord of Death roared fiercely.

“They were blessed by death because of me.”

"Never hungry, never stopping."

Having said that, He pointed into the distance.

"catch him!"

clack clack-

Amidst the chilling, ear-piercing sound of bones grinding together, Ron felt as if a billion eyes were simultaneously fixed on him.

Suddenly he felt a tightness in his ankle, followed by a cold sensation.

Looking down, he saw a half-rotten skeleton slowly crawling out of the ground, its tendon-bound hand gripping Ron's calf tightly.

One by one, in groups, in patches.

Countless undead creatures crawled out from beneath the Eternal Night Badlands, several times more numerous than the monsters created from the remains of gods.

boom--

Without any warning, Ron's figure vanished instantly, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

Holy light and magic, like a brilliant sun, suddenly rose from the surface of the body.

"After practicing Holy Light for so many years, I've finally met someone whose skills match my expertise!"

Ron's azure eyes suddenly became extremely serious.

He stomped his left foot on the ground, twisted his waist, and light flashed in his hand, converging into the shape of a cross-shaped lightsaber.

"Holy Sword Technique!"

A blinding light suddenly erupted, engulfing the entire city of the dead. The undead creatures that had just emerged from the ground were instantly reduced to a clump of white ash by the intense heat.

[Proficiency +5688]

With just one sword strike, Ron's vision cleared, and most of the undead minions were wiped out.

Can be in the next moment.

The thick layer of ash on the ground emitted a putrid, bloody stench.

Before Ron's eyes, the undead creatures scorched by the holy light rose from the ground once more.

They seemed to never die, even if they were burned to ashes by the holy light!
clang--

A piercing metallic clang rang out as Hellboy bit Ron's right arm, dragging it to either side as if devouring prey.

"roll!"

Ron's body didn't sway at all; his arm muscles bulged, and with just a slight exertion of force at his wrist, Hellboy suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

[Proficiency +4000]

"It's useless, useless, useless, useless!"

The three-headed hellhound revealed a mocking smile, and then the burst of blood mist quickly closed up, and its shattered body was restored to its original state.

"I have already died, I will not die again!"

"Brothers, come together!"

Within the not-so-spacious city, sixteen demigods of various shapes and sizes brandished their weapons.
They launched attacks on Ron from mid-air, the ground, and from all directions.

Amidst the divine radiance that was sometimes bright, sometimes eerie, sometimes strange, the blond boy felt an unprecedented pressure.

"I am the god of punishment, and I shall punish you with sulfur fire..."

Speedy!
boom--

A cloud of blood mist exploded, and before the divine voice of punishment could even finish, it was blasted apart by Ron in his super-speed state with a single punch.

His speed is unmatched.

[Proficiency +4000]

"I am the God of the Dead..."

boom--

[Proficiency +4000]

"I am the soul..."

boom--

[Proficiency +4000]

Bang bang bang bang bang——

Of the list of dishes, Ron only remembered the one with a proficiency level of +4000.

The gods of Eternal Night were no less passionate than Timothy and his fourteen sons of the Tang.

The battle was completely unguarded, and Ron was given free experience points right from the start, which put Ron under tremendous psychological pressure.

Frankly speaking, to Ron, who possesses five divine powers, ordinary demigods are no different from trash in his eyes.

However, what made his scalp tingle was that these guys, including the army of undead, seemed to never die, and even if they were turned to ashes, they would be strangely resurrected.

The Lord of Death was right. As a living being, even if Ron was incredibly powerful and had never become a god, he would still have moments of exhaustion.

but……

Panel, add points!
[Remaining Proficiency: 77688]

Seventy-seven thousand!
Ron was delighted to see the notification on the panel.

He acknowledged that even the hardworking undead had their merits; at the very least, every demigod could produce stable value.

[Proficiency -13300]

[Lightning Speed ​​(Synchronization Rate: 100%)]

As the synchronization rate increased, the world in Ron's eyes seemed to stand still.

Facing the fourteen immortal demigods surrounding him, he seized a ray of light and slashed forward with his sword.

The fiery sword light suddenly accelerated, leaping behind the undead army in a flash.

boom--

The entire city of the dead was blasted away, leaving only the town center where the Lord of Death resided intact.

[Proficiency -21400]

[Creation (Synchronization Rate: 100%) ↑]

It's near, it's near!
When the synchronization rate of the fourth divine quality throughout the body reaches 100%
Ron's heart pounded, and his authority underwent a very strange change.

The four divine elements attracted each other, piecing themselves together, wanting to merge into one, becoming a symbol of a deity that had never appeared in the world.

But this change is only just beginning, and even if Ron could fully control it...
There is no way to completely piece together divine qualities.

Something is still missing!
He vaguely understood, and then he no longer hesitated to follow his instincts.

[Remaining Proficiency: 42988]

[Proficiency -42900]

[Destruction (Synchronization rate 42.9%)]

Not enough, not enough!

At this moment, Ron's face was solemn as he suddenly looked up at the surging undead army.

"Ha, death is not the end. If you are willing to submit to me, you too can obtain this power of immortality."

The Death Monarch's voice was cold and harsh, yet tinged with a hint of amusement.

Ron’s struggle and resistance to death seemed to pique His interest.

"Heh, so you're saying you've got me figured out?"

The blond boy stopped and stood on a stone pillar.

"That's inevitable. If I make a move, you will surely die. It's just that the resistance of living beings to death is the performance I admire the most. I never get tired of watching it."

"Despair means watching yourself slowly slide towards death."

"Even if you can handle my undead army now, can you guarantee you can handle it for a year?"

The Lord of the Dead tapped his skeletal fingertips lightly, and said as if recalling something: "I remember there was once a weak god like you who, with his power, ventured into the underworld, wanting to find a certain soul."

"He seems to have persisted for three years, how long can you persist?"

Ha, a god like you will die from talking too much sooner or later.

Ron's thoughts shifted, and he saw the claws of death surging in once again.

Just as he was about to unleash his divine speed again, his body trembled violently, and his skin turned deathly pale.

Just then, the blond boy suddenly heard Julia's charming voice.

"With me around, you won't last three years."

The embodiment of the Lord of Death, the god who holds destiny in his hands.
After recovering from his injuries, he returned to the battlefield.

Shameless! They actually used a secondary account!

Countless livid spots climbed from his chest to his face. Ron felt his heart suddenly stop beating, his thoughts became fragmented, and everything before his eyes flickered.

Fate had decreed at this moment that he would inevitably perish here.

next moment.

Ron, who was swaying precariously, suddenly regained consciousness, and a rumbling sound came from his body.

unlimited!

At this moment, Ron transcended time, transcended space, and even transcended his original destiny.

"you!"

The smiling expression on the face of the god of fate froze.
It's unimaginable how Ron managed to escape his doomed fate.

Speedy!
The blond boy once again transformed into a blur, his right palm rising into a blade, instantly piercing through the chest of the God of Destiny.

In the next instant, an unparalleled aura of destruction suddenly erupted.

In an instant, Yulia's immortal body was turned into ashes that filled the air.

Ron clenched his fist and pulled it outwards.

A silver-white, endlessly flowing Möbius strip appeared in his palm.

"Not bad, very cunning."

The Undead Lord remained calm and expressed his appreciation for Ron's current performance.

"Since my incarnation can help you achieve godhood, you can naturally do the same."

"However, you humans have mastered the methods to deal with divinity, but it is not something you can accommodate in a short time."

"Even that guy named He something-or-other couldn't do it."

"Besides, with me around, you simply won't have time to make up for yourself."

Amidst the chilling and eerie words, Yulia, who had been destroyed and reduced to ashes, began to regenerate bones and flesh, and was about to awaken.

What are they mumbling about?

Ron gave a cold smile, without any hesitation.

The right hand, which held the divine qualities of destiny, swayed slightly.

【Destiny (Synchronization Rate 0%)】

Divinity, instantly refined.

Even including the gap in the synchronization rate, there are still 157000 proficiency points left.

As the saying goes, wealth is found in danger.

It's unrealistic to expect to become a god in a short time without taking risks.

This is why Ron, despite sensing something was wrong, still chose to risk venturing deep into the Eternal Night.

Because he has absolute confidence in his own strength and talent.

Yulia's reborn body froze, staring blankly at the blond boy, like a puppet that had lost its wind-up mechanism.

Then, she stood there blankly, her expression stiff and wooden, looking no different from other undead creatures except that she looked more like a living person.

Seeing this, Ron made up his mind.

He wouldn't spit out the meat that was already in his mouth.

"Damn it, what have you done? This can't be!"

Yulia's old father suddenly stood up, completely disregarding the human skin he was wearing, revealing his true appearance.

It was a cloud of dark gray to black mist, with two pairs of blood-red eyes in the center.

He symbolizes the final destination of all living beings in the world.

The black mist churned and boiled, spreading out countless tentacles.

Everything withered and life vanished in an instant.

Even the divinity within Ron's body dimmed one by one, and the radiance of his divinity was extinguished as he teetered on the brink of collapse.

A god is still a god.

Without completing the final ascension, even someone as powerful as Ron cannot, in certain respects, contend with the authority symbolized by the gods.

Fortunately, he was not alone.

"How dare you blaspheme the incarnation of the gods!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

"I will crush your limbs and let undead worms crawl all over every hole in your body!"

When he saw the endless army of undead and a dozen demigods surging forward, a slightly manic smile appeared on the blond boy's lips.

I have everything I need!
The dim and withered divine qualities within him suddenly gathered at this moment.

Like complex and precise components, they surround infinity and destiny, forming a peculiar symbol representing the end, change, era, and cycle.

Ron's rapidly fading life cycle transcends death time and time again, never ceasing.

But it prevents people from changing the status quo.

Death was ever-present, a sign that he could not truly escape it, and Ron could feel his power rapidly fading, his divinity withering away with death.

In just a few seconds, it will turn into a pile of bones.

No matter what, let’s fight!

I gritted my teeth and decided not to waste any time.

A burst of light erupted, and Ron was like the sun high in the sky.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

Countless nuclear warheads plummeted from the sky!
boom--

Amidst the deafening roar, the entire Eternal Night seemed to tremble.

[Proficiency +36800]

boom--

The darkness of the eternal night was torn apart, the earth's crust shook and slid down, seemingly turning the sky upside down.

Countless dead creatures were instantly annihilated by a blazing white light.

Rebirth, extinction, rebirth, extinction, rebirth, extinction!
[Proficiency +36256]

[Proficiency +26956]

[Proficiency +69542]

……

Damn it, are you the Grim Reaper or am I the Grim Reaper?!
Although he didn't understand why Ron was wasting his time on an undead army that was practically impossible to kill.

But the Lord of Death knew that He had always underestimated this guy.

But who could have predicted that?

A mere weak god dares to defy the king of gods!

"die."

A calm and serene voice echoed across the sky, and in an instant, everything became extremely quiet.

The nuclear warheads falling from the sky quickly succumbed to death, and even the intense holy light lost its heat and dissipated.

The earth was still, the bricks and stones were broken and turned into fine dust that drifted away.

The next moment.

Wait, something seems wrong!

In the Eternal Night, there is no sun or moon, and time has no meaning for the undead.

But for some reason, the Death Monarch could clearly sense that time was accelerating on the ground beneath his feet.

In just a second, the throne beneath him and the architecture of the City of the Dead seemed to span a century.

Meanwhile, the passage of time began to take its toll on the monarch of death.

Death vanishes into nothingness at this moment.

boom--

All things perish, and eras change.

The curtain of eternal night was torn apart, and the sun shone brightly, bringing forth green grass and flowers across the land of Evil.

The Death Monarch stared blankly at the scene, when suddenly he heard a boy's clear, cold voice behind him.

"The gods of the old era, the new era has no ship to carry death!"

what?
The god who controls death lowered his head and saw that his "future" was being completely extinguished by a hand.

An era begins, and the world is rebuilt.

This is Ron's authority. (End of Chapter)