In the game "Super God," thankfully, it can simulate countless worlds.

You raise your hands to show that you have no hostile intentions.

Then you produce your identification as a deacon of the Hermitage Guild and invoke the name of your mentor, Vivian.

Upon hearing of your impressive background, the dozen or so wizards who had surrounded you immediately left as if nothing had happened.

[Just kidding, it's not worth offending a level seven wizard for Karenmos.]

[Besides, you couldn't have tied up Karenmos and brought him to their alliance for no reason.]

You definitely have something on your mind; you couldn't have come here just to provoke me, could you?

Karen Moss, bound hand and foot and thrown to the ground, watched his friends abandon him and cursed them as cold-blooded.

Wizards are very self-centered creatures; aside from the master-disciple relationship, any other relationship they have is quite unstable.

The person in charge of the Primal Sorcerer Alliance's hall carefully examined your badge, confirming that you were indeed a deacon of the Hermitage Guild, before leading you to a reception room.

[Shortly afterward, the head of this branch of the Primal Warlock Alliance came to see you.]

Seeing Karen Moss's ashen face at your feet, he then turned his gaze to you and asked, "What do you want?"

You informed the other party that Karenmos was an undercover agent for the Temple of the Gods.

There's nothing wrong with saying this; the problem lies with Karen Moss, not you.

[You are a pure and innocent native wizard of the wizarding world, with impeccable lineage and a clear lineage.]

Most importantly, you've led expeditions for the Wizarding World, suffering injuries and shedding blood, making your way to where you are today through a legendary journey.

[After being captured by the Temple of the Gods to carry out a mission, your first thought was to remove the mark of the gods, disregarding the risk of your soul fragments being controlled by the enemy.]

[A resolute choice to expose the enemy's conspiracy.]

Upon hearing your story, the person in charge gave you a few surprised looks.

[How could such a selfish race as wizards produce someone as selfless as you?]

The person in charge twitched his lips, indicating that he couldn't make the decision and needed to report it to higher management.

Not long after, a tall, burly man, exuding an aura of brutality and profound mystery, entered the reception room.

[Level 7 Wizard!]

[You felt a surge of excitement; you knew this matter would alarm the higher-ups of the Primal Sorcerer Alliance.]

After all, that guy, Karenmos, really helped the Alliance kill twelve seventh-tier gods from the Pantheon.

If even after all this he's still an undercover agent, then his ambitions are far beyond what the alliance's higher-ups want to see.

You suppressed the palpitations that arose from the powerful aura of the seventh-level wizard and sat up straight.

Generally speaking, a level seven wizard wouldn't be unable to control their own aura.

However, sorcerers, who cultivate through bloodline, are an exception.

Many bloodlines are born with an aura of power and pressure; this is the nature of those naturally powerful beings.

The sorcerers who cultivate their bloodline also inherit this characteristic.

You swallowed hard, feeling a bit pressured.

When you met your mentor Vivian before, you didn't feel this much pressure.

[It seems that warlocks are indeed as legendary as they seem, greatly influenced by the bloodline they have fused with, their personality and appearance more or less resembling their bloodline origin.]

For example, look at this burly man in front of you, with his thick, bushy blond hair.

[If nothing unexpected happens, he has likely fused with the bloodline of some kind of lion.]

[However, very few lion bloodlines can reach the seventh rank. The most famous is the Hellfire Lion, which wields the power of the Law of Fire, a lower-level Law of Destruction, and possesses astonishing destructive power.]

Not daring to look any longer, you rose and bowed slightly to show your respect.

This is a senior colleague.

The burly man casually waved his hand and plopped down opposite you. His height of over two meters and his solid muscles made your handsome figure appear petite.

You secretly sighed, realizing that warlocks' appearances were relatively normal at lower ranks, but became increasingly inhuman as they progressed.

[Rumor has it that level seven warlocks can even condense the true form of their bloodline source to aid in battle, but it's unclear whether this is true or not.]

A warlock's path is often predetermined; their path is determined by their bloodline.

[The path of comprehending the true meaning of power through the aid of bloodlines is fast, but the side effects seem to be quite significant.]

At least in terms of appearance, the change is visibly ugly.

The burly man leaned back in his chair, gesturing for you to sit down and talk.

He told you to call him by his real name, Manlu, and not to be too formal.

But you dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous.

Before a true seventh-tier powerhouse, all your trump cards are meaningless.

This is an entity that can truly control your life, and for the first time, you've felt its power so tangible that you can't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

It's as if all your resistance is a laughable joke.

[Even though you're both level seven wizards, your mentor Vivian didn't give you this feeling.]

This isn't because Vivian lacks skill; it's purely a difference in style between orthodox elemental wizards and bloodline sorcerers.

You have informed the burly man about the matter concerning the Temple of the Gods and the Primal Warlock Alliance.

[And you have falsely claimed to be using the identity of Karenmos to deceive the mastermind behind the Pantheon, saying that the Warlock Alliance has discovered a Primal Ancient Card.]

[You know that there is a deep-seated hatred between the Primal Warlock Alliance and the Temple of the Gods, and the conflict between the two is irreconcilable.]

This is why Karenmos received such a huge reward after helping the Alliance and betraying a group of powerful figures from the Pantheon.

You believe that by using the Primordial Ancient Card as a trap, you can definitely scam the Temple of Gods again.

The thought of the mastermind behind the Pantheon excitedly trying to steal the Warlock Alliance's Primal Ancient Cards, only to be ambushed and defeated makes you want to laugh.

[Aren't you afraid the Warlock Alliance won't help you? Opportunities to screw over the Temple of the Gods are rare.]

The other party will definitely be happy to help you!

If the other party really won't help you, then you should just give up on revenge.

[Who told you to value your life so much?]

Sitting opposite you, the level seven warlock named Barbarian Skull gave you a surprised look.

Then, with a serious expression, he asked you.

How did you find out that the Warlock Alliance had discovered the whereabouts of an Ancient Primal Card?

[This information is so closely guarded that even many within their upper echelons don't know about it. How did you find out?]