Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

After listening to Charles Versailles's speech, Fels stood frozen in place for a full three minutes before speaking again:

"Then...where are the two overlords now?"

Speaking of which…

“Chardo has left the city to find an opportunity to break through to level 9. Alfia has run into a little trouble. Oh, by the way, could you do me a small favor?” Charles interlaced his fingers and smiled.

"Could you help Alfia create a new identity?"

Charles plans to wipe out the last trace of Alfia's entry into the city by using Fels' influence over the guild to erase the guild's registration information.

"It would be great if you could give me a few spots among the guild staff."

"What...what are you planning to do now?" Fels' voice began to tremble.

This person previously caused such a terrible uproar with just a single thought; what is he planning to do now?

"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to make things easier. Well, you'll understand in a bit, so it's okay to tell you."

Charles directly told Fels that he had killed a god and gained some divine power:

"I want to build my own clan."

"!"

"This... how is this possible?" The overwhelming shock of the information left Fels completely unable to calm down.

"How could a being from the lower realm possibly usurp the authority of the gods?!"

"Nothing strange about it, is it? This is what they call the unknown of the lower realm." Charles leaned back strategically, swinging his legs leisurely.

"As a great sage who has lived for 800 years, you should have seen through the nature of grace. As long as children dare to think and dare to act, their wishes will be fulfilled."

The acquisition of the [Godslayer] ability is less due to the deeds of 'slaying gods' and more due to Ciel's own true nature.

As descendants of Yan and Huang, we have been immersed in a culture of self-improvement since childhood.

If there's a mountain in front of our house, then we'll dig it through generation after generation.

When floods occur, we must rely on unity and wisdom to dredge and control the floodwaters.

There are nine suns in the sky, so let's shoot them down with arrows.

If there's no fire in the world, then make your own.

In Charles's eyes, the gods were nothing more than mere tools.

If it works, then I'll offer my prayers; if it doesn't, then goodbye.

The main argument is: since it's free, believe it a little.

This led to him having the same subconscious even when he arrived in Danma, a world where gods truly exist.

Moreover, they faced oppression from the very beginning, and if they were to turn against the Heavenly Gang, wouldn't they end up as a Godslayer?

Just as Zeus was instilling Bell's view of heroes, Shire grew up watching movies like "Havoc in Heaven," "Hou Yi Shoots Down the Suns," and "Yu the Great Tames the Flood."

Isn't this somewhat of a special attack on God?

But for the great sage who had lived in the age of gods since childhood, this seemed to shatter his worldview and was unacceptable.

Looking at the trembling black-robed skeleton, Charles seduced him:

“Felsang, you actually hate gods too, don’t you?”

"------!"

"If that Philosopher's Stone hadn't been shattered by that damned god, what would your situation be like now?"

The scars from eight hundred years ago were reopened, and the sage, who thought she had long since let go of them, realized that she had never forgotten them at all.

When the masterpiece that had been painstakingly completed was jokingly thrown to the ground by the gods, the brilliant "sage" had already become a laughingstock of the world, a ridiculous clown.

Ah yes.

Just like the Joker.

She would never forget the horrifying laughter of that wicked god after smashing his masterpiece.

“We are comrades, Fels.” Charles extended his hand and said sincerely, “Uranus can’t give you anything, but I can give you another chance!”

Do you want to prove your abilities to the gods once again?

Do you want to be reincarnated?!

Fels stopped breathing; although she no longer needed to breathe, she still felt as if her soul had stopped.

"Reincarnation!!! Is that really possible?"

“Ah… I, who have usurped the power of Erebus, can do this! I have absolute control over the souls wandering in the lower realms.”

Charles's words struck Fels's soul like a bombshell.

After the Philosopher's Stone was shattered, she frantically absorbed knowledge, as if she were defying the gods, determined to discover the secret to "immortality" and prove something to them.

But they failed, and ended up in this miserable state, worse than a monster, like an undead.

Without a doubt, Fels was very tempted by the olive branch extended by Charles.

Not only is it a personal wish, but even regaining physical health and experiencing sweating and hunger again is a rare and unattainable luxury.

“Come on, how about joining my side completely? Become one of my people.” Charles extended his hand, quietly awaiting Fels’s reply.

The thought process took a long time, and Charles waited patiently.

When the constructed magical gauntlets landed in Sharl's palm, he knew he had succeeded.

"Then, come with me. We have some time now, let's take care of it all at once."

Wow... so fast? I'm not mentally prepared.

Fels was led into the room in a daze.

The first step, naturally, is to take off your clothes.

When Charles saw Fels' figure beneath his black robe, he couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

She wasn't as tall as she had imagined; instead, she was slender and short, like someone piloting a complex machine, with her bones embedded in heavy magical prosthetics.

A massive magic stone, like Udeos, is buried in the center of the ribcage, powering the cannon barrels inside the magic gauntlets.

Dense, sacred texts cover every inch of the bones, preventing the body from wearing down and weathering over the centuries.

"Nanda? Are you obsessed with my body?"

Fells's wickedly humorous remarks:

"The magical techniques on my body are the culmination of my hundreds of years of research. As a sorcerer, it's only natural that you would be fascinated by my body."

Charles rolled his eyes: "Sorry, I'm still more interested in mature older sisters."

"Oh dear, what a pity." Fels opened and closed his jaw regretfully, his empty pupils staring straight at Ciel:

"What should we do? Do we need your cooperation?"

"Hmm... there is indeed a problem. I wonder if skeletons can drink milk."

"Drink...milk?"

"Forget it, let's just brew it instead."

Charles pushed open the door and carried the bathtub out of the bathroom. He gestured to Fels to take off his armor and lie down inside.

Mobilize your spirit and draw symbols in the air.

"True Name: Hungry True Lord!"

Chapter 244 The Third Old Deng.

Inside a room in the church.

A massive amount of spiritual energy surged forth.

Six talismans appeared in the void in succession. The talismans dispersed and turned into ice crystals. Six huge milk bottles were opened by the ice and snow and poured onto Fels' pale skeleton.

As the ceremony proceeded...

Beads of cold sweat seeped from Charles's forehead.

This spell requires six times the amount of mental energy to trigger the special [Resurrection] ritual. Even with Charles's magical power of 2.2, it was instantly depleted. Fortunately, [Mental Healing G] restored his energy, preventing him from fainting immediately.

Muscle fibers began to crawl up the skeleton in the bathtub, and nerves and internal organs began to weave on the surface of the body.

But at the same time, another abnormal curse was also weakening Fels's body, and his regenerated flesh was withering away at a slow rate.

"Did it fail?" Fels, who witnessed the whole thing, looked regretful.

She admitted that Ciel's magic was indeed very powerful, able to overcome her "immortality" curse and forcibly reverse life and death.

It's fair to say that if it were any other deceased person, they might actually be able to come back to life.

"It's alright... I've gotten used to this body. Let's stop here."

"What discouraging talk are you spouting? This is just an appetizer! Lie down and behave yourself."

As the internal organs regenerated, Shire guided the milk into Fels' stomach and intestines, further enhancing the effects of the coconut milk, causing muscles and skin to regenerate and materialize rapidly.

Not long after, a young girl with messy black short hair and purple eyes sat blankly in the bathtub.

However, the skin and flesh on her body were still falling off.

“This…” Fels looked down at his fair little hands, tears falling involuntarily.

"Eight hundred years have passed, and I've actually seen my hand again..."

"Alright, stop spacing out! Next step!" Charles turned Fels around, pricked his finger, and let the blood slide down.

Fortunately, before Fels transformed into an immortal being, he had already been 'expelled' from the clan and had been in a state of 'being able to switch sects at any time'.

As the blessing pattern on her back transformed into a clown with a hat brim pressed down, Charles once again activated the divine runes, forcibly reversing the marks on Fels' body.

The effect of [Food Chain G] is activated, and the third-ranked member is named and anchored to the family.

His fingers, stained with divine blood, began to write divine script, word by word, on Fels' skill bar.