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hell.

One of the highest planes.

There is no warmth here, only the naked law of the jungle.

Bauhinia Continent.

Qingshan Mansion.

Beside a certain teleportation array.

"what!"

"presumptuous!"

"I am a Saint-level powerhouse from the Caesar Empire!"

"How dare you be so rude to me?"

A piercing roar tore through the air.

In one corner of the giant teleportation array.

An old man dressed in a long gold-threaded robe was lying on the ground, like a toad being pressed onto a chopping board.

He tried desperately to lift his head, and the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

pity.

A large foot covered in black armor was stepping on his head, grinding his pampered face into the dirt.

"The Caesar Empire?"

"What a piece of crap, what a backwater place."

The soldier stepping on the old man was a burly man nearly three meters tall with two spiraling horns on his head.

He also had black hair, but his pupils had an eerie dark red color.

That was the murderous aura accumulated from too much killing.

The burly man toyed with a long black whip in his hand, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Listen up, you old man."

"In the material plane, you might be a local tyrant."

"But here..."

"Snapped!"

The whip cracked, and the air exploded.

The old man's back was instantly torn open, and his gold-threaded robe burst open.

Before the blood could even flow, it was evaporated by the surrounding violent energy.

"what!"

The screams were much weaker than before.

This old man is a saint.

In the material plane, powerful beings in the Saint Realm can fly and escape into the earth, and live forever.

But under the terrifying gravity of hell, he struggled even to stand up.

"Here."

"You're a piece of trash who's so good at being a slave that even being a slave requires certain qualifications."

The burly man spat, and it landed right on the old man's gray hair.

Several soldiers around him, dressed in the same standard black armor, burst into laughter.

They're so bored.

Guarding the teleportation array in this godforsaken place is practically like being in prison.

Finally, a clueless country bumpkin from another material plane appears; perfect for killing time.

"Alright."

"Don't play it too hard."

A cold voice rang out.

The captain, who was sitting on the boulder at the edge of the teleportation array, slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of gray eyes devoid of any emotion.

Superior God.

and.

The aura emanating from this high-ranking god was extremely terrifying.

The burly man with horns named Baruch shrank back and reluctantly withdrew his foot.

"You're lucky."

Baruch kicked the old man to the open ground next to him.

There were already seven or eight trembling Saints crouching there, and even two lower-level gods who had just become gods.

Fear and confusion were written all over everyone's face.

Is this the supreme plane they've been dreaming of?

It was a nightmare.

"Buzz—"

Just then.

The teleportation array lit up with a dazzling light once again.

This time, the light was much more stable and much larger than when the old man appeared earlier.

All the runes seemed to be drawn by some force, flashing wildly.

"Oh?"

"This looks like a big one."

"Hopefully it won't be another one of those soft-legged shrimps that break at the slightest touch."

Baruch cracked the whip in his hand.

A hint of expectation flickered in his dark red eyes.

The light dissipated.

A tall, slender figure appeared.

He had black hair and black eyes, and wore a long blue robe.

It was Raven.

As soon as he appeared, Raven frowned slightly.

weight.

too heavy.

The gravity here is at least ten times that of the Magnolia Continent.

If the air in the material plane is water, then the air here is mercury.

With each breath, the lungs bear a tremendous burden.

But Raven did not fall.

He didn't even bend his knees.

Your portable library contains more than ten thousand volumes.

At this moment, the gluttonous bloodline within him seemed to awaken a ferocious beast, letting out a roar that only he could hear.

Blood rushes, and the heart beats powerfully.

That terrifying pressure vanished without a trace in the face of this brute physical power.

Raven simply shrugged his shoulders and stood steadily in the center of the teleportation array.

"Um?"

Baruch, who was originally prepared to laugh at the situation, was stunned.

The whip in his hand was raised in mid-air, neither lashing out nor letting go.

Didn't lie down?

Not only did he not fall down, but his expression didn't even change?

The high-ranking god captain sitting on the boulder also let out a soft exclamation.

His gaze fell on Raven, and his divine sense swept over him without any hesitation.

"Medium God?"

The captain muttered to himself.

In this plane, mid-level gods are not uncommon.

It could even be said that they are everywhere.

But a newcomer who has just been transported from the material plane is actually a mid-level god?

This is a bit interesting.

People in the material plane usually can't wait to ascend once they reach the Saintly Realm or a lower-level god.

To be able to endure until the arrival of a mid-level god in such a barren environment of the material plane...

He's either an old monster who has cultivated for many years.

They are either exceptionally gifted geniuses.

Look at this kid's vitality, he's too young for his age.

Not even a hundred years old?

The captain's pupils contracted slightly.

She has some talent.

"cough."

Baruch reacted quickly.

He immediately dropped his thuggish manner, hung the whip back on his waist, and adopted a businesslike demeanor.

In hell, strength is dignity.

Bullying the Holy Land is just for fun.

To provoke a mid-level god of the same level is simply asking for a fight.

What if this kid has some special skills? It wouldn't be good if we were caught off guard and ended up losing.

"Feed".

"The one in the blue clothes."

"What's your name?"

Baruch pointed at Raven.

Although his tone wasn't exactly polite, at least it wasn't as insulting as before.

Raven did not answer immediately.

He first looked around.

The old man with a face covered in blood was surrounded by a group of quail-like beings from the Holy Realm.

And there are also these dozen or so fully armed god-level soldiers.

Finally, his gaze fell on the captain of the high-ranking god.

Danger.

This is the feedback given by intuition.

Even though Raven possesses strength comparable to a three-star demon.

But Raven knew very well that he was no match for his opponent.

"Raven."

Raven spoke up.

He concealed all his sharpness and replied calmly.

In this unfamiliar and dangerous environment, keeping a low profile is the only rule for long-term survival.

Of course, one shouldn't be too low-key either.

Being too low-key will make you an easy target, just like that old man.

The strength of a mid-level god is just right.

It will not attract the attention of important people, nor will it cause harassment from underlings.

"Raven, right?"

Baruch took out a black stone slab and casually carved a few lines on it.

"From which material plane did it originate?"

"Magnolia Dimension".

"Oh, I've never heard of it."

Baruch pursed his lips.

Obviously.

He wasn't interested in such a remote, rural name.

"Go stand over there and don't run around."

"Once we have enough people, we will send you to the nearby Blackstone Tribe."

"Remember, this is the continent of Muya, not your rural village."

"If you run off and die, no one will collect your bodies."

Then.

Baruch pointed to an open space next to the group of sanctuaries.

Raven nodded.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he strode toward the designated spot.

Each step was steady and powerful.

There was no discomfort whatsoever.

This made the high-ranking captain who had been observing him take a second look.

"His physical strength is very strong..."

The captain silently evaluated the situation.

It can walk freely in this gravity environment.

This kid's divine body is probably even stronger than that of an ordinary mid-level god.