Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Just as Lyon was caught up in the negative emotions of the God of Light, the power of the world moved at the crucial moment.

Golden light surged from Lyon's body, enveloping the chaotic power, suppressing it, and digesting it.

Those negative emotions were filtered by the power of the world, like water passing through a filter, where impurities were left behind and pure water flowed in.

Anger is filtered out, leaving only power.

Hatred was filtered out, leaving only power.

Fear, despair, jealousy—all were filtered out.

Pure power surged into Leon's body, merging with his flesh and blood.

His muscles were expanding, becoming firmer and denser, the fibers under his skin were thickening, his bones were hardening, his bone density was increasing, and the cartilage at his joints was thickening.

He could hear the sounds inside his body: muscles tearing and reforming, bones breaking and healing, blood surging in his veins like a rising tide.

Leon opened his eyes.

His eyes were golden, the light of the world's power.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers still covered in black powder.

He brushed off the powder, stood up, and walked straight to the next stone coffin.

The coffin of the God of Darkness...

The coffin lid was still there, but it was cracked in two. Leon pushed the lid open, and inside was also black powder.

He reached in.

The chaotic forces surged in again, this time more violently; the fear of the God of Darkness before his death was even greater than that of the God of Light.

After perishing together with the God of Light, He also lay dormant in the Kingdom of God, preparing for His triumphant return.

Then... He was killed in his sleep, without even a chance to resist.

His final sensation was darkness—not the kind of darkness He controlled, but nothingness, a darkness where there was nothing at all.

That darkness filled Him with fear, filled Him with despair, and made Him regret at the very last moment why He had chosen to become a god.

Lyon's body began to tremble again.

Negative emotions crawled like countless ants in his veins, causing itching, pain, and numbness.

His mind was filled with the screams of the God of Darkness, sharp and piercing, like needles stabbing into his eardrums. He tried to cover his ears, but his hands wouldn't obey him.

The power of the world pressed down once more, and the golden light shone even brighter, like a fire burning within his body.

Those negative emotions were burned to ashes, leaving only pure power.

Power surged into Leon's body, merging with the previous power of light. The two completely opposite forces collided within him, exploding into sparks.

His body was trembling, his muscles were twitching, but he was gritting his teeth and holding on.

Lyon stood up and walked toward the next coffin.

The God of Earth...reaches out.

The god of the sea...reaches out.

The God of the Sky...reaches out.

The God of Justice...reaches out.

The god of life...reaches out.

The god of courage...reaches out.

...

One body after another, one body after another.

He didn't know how many remains of gods he had absorbed; he only knew that his power was growing wildly.

Second Ring Road Beginner...Second Ring Road Intermediate...Second Ring Road Advanced...Third Ring Road Beginner...

It's still rising...

His body is also undergoing changes.

Cracks began to appear on my skin, and golden light shone through them, as if the power of the world was overflowing outwards.

His eyes had changed; they were no longer pure gold, but a mixture of black and red.

Those negative emotions were not fully processed and remained in his body, seeping into his soul like toxins.

After all, it wasn't orthodox divine power, but rather the negative aura of the gods. Although it could greatly enhance Leon's abilities, it also corrupted his soul, gradually transforming him into—a "divine abomination"!

Voices began to speak in his mind—not his own, but the voices of the dead gods.

The God of Light said, "You must protect everyone."

The God of Darkness said, "Kill them, and you will no longer suffer."

The Earth God said, "Bear everything; you are the savior."

The god of the sea said, "Drown them, drown everyone."

The god of the sky said, "Fly higher, and look down upon all living beings."

The god of justice said, "Punish evil, an eye for an eye."

The God of Life said, "Save lives at all costs."

The god of courage said, "Do not be afraid, charge forward and kill!"

...

The noise increased and became increasingly louder.

Leon held his head and squatted on the ground.

He wanted to shut those voices up, but he couldn't.

They buzzed around in his mind like flies, impossible to get rid of or kill.

His consciousness began to blur, and he could no longer distinguish who he was, whether he was Leon or one of the dead gods.

He felt like a container stuffed full of things, about to explode.

The power of the world continues to flow in, whether he likes it or not.

Those forces stretched him to the point of breaking, yet they also protected him from breaking.

Golden and black light intertwined within his body, like two snakes fighting.

After a long while, Lyon stood up.

At this moment, the power of the world and those chaotic negative emotions have formed a strange balance.

He is currently in a state between "divine offspring" and "chosen one".

A thought can turn gods and demons...

Lyon didn't know how long he had been there; it could have been an hour, a day, or a month.

There is no time in the void, only darkness and dust.

He walked to the last stone coffin. The lid was broken, and the inside was empty, without any powder or anything.

A name was carved on the stone coffin, but it has been worn away and is no longer legible.

Leon reached in and touched the stone at the bottom of the coffin. It was cold, rough, and empty.

Lyon had an idea in his mind.

This coffin seems to have been prepared for him, as if... it had been waiting for him all along...

Shaking his head to banish the absurd idea, Leon withdrew his hand and turned to walk toward the edge of the void.

His steps were heavy, each one leaving deep footprints on the gravel, a sign that he had not yet fully mastered his strength.

He climbed up, rummaged through the hole, and stood on the wasteland.

The wind was strong, making his clothes flutter loudly.

Leaving the Tomb of the Gods, Leon didn't linger and flew straight towards the Plague City.

I don't know how long I've been in the "Tomb of the Gods" or whether I've missed the one-month deadline.

The power of the world burned within him, carrying him through the air. The wind whistled past his ears, and the mountains and rivers on the ground rushed past.

His speed was astonishing, many times faster than before.

But those sounds kept echoing in his head, buzzing, buzzing.

"You must protect everyone."

"Kill them."

"Bear the consequences."

"Drown them."

"Fly higher."

"Punish evil."

"Saving lives."

"Charge! Kill!"

...

"Shut up!"

Lyon gritted his teeth and suppressed the sounds.

Golden light shimmered in his eyes, black lines spread, and the cracks on his skin grew more numerous and deeper.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, or when he would completely lose control.

All he knew was that he had to go to the Plague City to save Sophia and kill the man in black.