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Inside the temporary space.

As Utrecht finished speaking.

The seven rulers looked at each other, wanting to lash out but not daring to.

Utrecht's words are golden rules.

Since even the Lord of Destruction has acknowledged Raven's status.

If they jump out again, it will be a slap in the face to Utrecht.

At this time.

Sitting at the head of the table, the master of fate, Auf, broke the silence with a chuckle.

This kind-hearted old man in white robes looked like a harmless old grandfather next door.

But the occasional glint of shrewdness in his eyes revealed that he was an ancient behemoth in sheep's clothing.

"Raven."

Auf's voice was soft, yet it clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

"The Great Perfection of Dual Systems—this is the first time since the birth of heaven and earth."

"I think everyone is very curious."

Ouf pointed at Raven, then at himself.

"How exactly is the power of the Great Perfection's will accumulated?"

This problem has arisen.

Everyone's ears perked up.

Even the Lord of Death, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

Those eyes seemed to contain an endless abyss of hell.

Everyone is waiting for an answer.

This is about the nature of power.

Raven's finger remained on the armrest, but he did not answer immediately.

He was weighing his options.

In this world, intelligence is life itself.

But now he no longer needs to hide his strength as he used to.

Moreover, there are some things that even if you tell them, they still can't do them.

This is Yang Conspiracy.

"It's very simple."

Raven leaned back, his posture languid.

"A perfect state is a manifestation of the power of will."

"One portion for water, one portion for fire."

He held up two fingers and waved them in the air.

"Two portions together make two portions."

"There is no special fusion reaction, it is just a simple superposition."

Ouf stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought.

"Is it just an accumulation...?"

Although Raven spoke of it in a very understated way.

But the gods present were practically scattering their calculations.

One unit of willpower can create a tenfold difference.

One more bit could crush a person.

This is like everyone shooting at each other with guns of the same caliber.

But suddenly, Raven had a gun in his hand, and he was now dual-wielding it.

Although the bullet's power remained the same, the firepower density doubled.

"What a pity."

The Lord of Life, who had remained silent until now, sighed softly.

"If you could undergo a soul mutation, fusing the profound mysteries of the water and fire elemental laws..."

"Then your strength will probably need to increase a hundredfold or a thousandfold."

Upon hearing the words "soul mutation".

Raven raised an eyebrow.

He certainly knew the consequences.

Lin Lei's overpowered ability stemmed from a four-elemental soul mutation, ultimately leading him to transcend the universe.

But he doesn't need to.

He has the blood of a glutton.

As long as he keeps eating and devouring, there is no limit to his physical body, soul, and divine power.

This is more domineering and direct than soul mutation.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Raven casually replied, changing the subject.

"Now that things are clear..."

"Shouldn't we get down to business?"

Just then.

The black armor on Utred's body made a "crackling" sound as it rubbed together.

He stood up.

With just the movement of getting up, fine cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

An aura of destruction swept across the land.

Those weaker lower-level gods felt difficulty breathing, their faces turning pale, like chickens being choked.

"Is it serious business?"

Raven raised an eyebrow.

He was a little confused about what Utrecht meant.

"For me..."

"There is only one important thing."

Utrecht's red eyes were fixed on Raven.

That look wasn't that of someone looking at an enemy, but rather like a hunter spotting a rare and exceptional prey.

That's the thrill of seeing a prey.

"I don't believe in deduction, I don't believe in guesswork."

"I only believe in fists."

Utrecht took a step forward, and the temporary space trembled violently.

"Raven Barrett."

"Since you possess a status that transcends the rulers of the laws."

"Then fight me."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Augusta stood to the side, secretly overjoyed.

beat!

We should beat this arrogant brat to death!

Utrecht is widely recognized as the number one in physical attacks.

Aside from that freakishly defensive Of, who would dare to take his attacks head-on?

It would be truly satisfying if Raven were crippled.

Raven looked at Utrecht, whose fighting spirit was boiling, and instead of being afraid, he laughed.

His blood was flowing faster.

That's the instinct of a glutton.

When encountering a strong opponent, the first reaction is not to run away.

Rather, it's about—do you want to eat it? Can you eat it? Does it taste good?

Although Raven is no match for Utred in his current state, it's good for him to stretch his muscles.

"Want to fight?"

Raven stood up, twisted his neck, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans.

"Then I'll play with you."

"but……"

Raven then changed the subject.

"This place is too small; we can't work out properly."

"Let's go into the spatial turbulence."

……

Spatial turbulence.

A multicolored energy storm raged wildly.

This is the graveyard of the strong, and also the backyard of the supreme god.

The enormous spatial rifts resembled the gaping maws of monsters, ready to devour everything at any moment.

Dozens of streaks of light pierced the darkness, hovering amidst the turbulent currents.

Dozens of streaks of light pierced the darkness, hovering amidst the turbulent currents.

The gods formed a huge circle.

This is a spectacle that has been seen for hundreds of millions of years.

The Lord of Destruction personally intervened to test the mettle of the newly emerged giant.

In a battle of this caliber, the sheer amount of energy fluctuations alone could kill a Great Perfection Upper God.

In the center of the circle.

Raven and Utred faced each other from a distance.

The two were thousands of meters apart, but to the main god, it was no different from a close, intimate dance.

Utrecht flicked his wrist.

hum-

A long black spear appeared in his hand.

The gun's body is simple and unadorned, yet it exudes a chilling aura of destruction.

That was his best artifact.

Having been nurtured over countless years, it had long been in sync with his mind and could even be considered a part of his body.

Where the spear tip pointed, the spatial turbulence automatically parted, as if even the chaotic energy feared this deadly weapon.

"Show your weapons."

Utrecht stood proudly, holding a gun in one hand.

He knew that Raven did not possess the Supreme Artifact.

therefore.

Utrecht wouldn't take advantage of Raven; he would only use the main artifact.

soon.

All eyes instantly focused on Raven.

then.

Everyone witnessed an awkward scene.

Raven stood there, empty-handed.

The storm whipped his robes, making them flutter and sound somewhat... desolate.

Raven touched his nose.

This is indeed a bit...

He's only been a god for a few days?

In other words, having just refined the divine essence, how could there be time to nurture the main divine artifact?

Generally speaking, a deity will spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years using its own will and divine power to slowly nurture a weapon.

The longer it lasts, the greater its power.

But Raven came from a crash course.

This is like two unparalleled swordsmen challenging each other to a duel at the Forbidden City.

One of them drew a peerless sword, its cold light gleaming.

Another man searched his entire body, finally pulling out a nail clipper, and said, "Hey buddy, want to borrow a sword?"

The atmosphere instantly soured.