Spellcasting Gods

A nascent star soul?

Or is it a creator who has not yet awakened?

Or perhaps some kind of advanced life form that has never been seen before?

Zhang Cheng stared at everything unfolding before him, lost in thought.

He could sense that the golden light was not the rule of death he was looking for, or at least not entirely it.

Incredibly, this thing forcibly seized control of the death rules of the entire planet, causing the souls of all dead beings, especially intelligent beings, to come here and become sustenance for its growth.

Unconscious!

There was no communication!

There is no such thing as wisdom!

The golden specks are like newly formed fertilized eggs, filled only with an extreme thirst for nutrients.

It was so weak, yet so powerful, more advanced than any other creature on this planet.

This is a fundamental difference in life, an innate control over energy.

Soon, driven by its insatiable hunger, billions of human souls were devoured, and Zhang Cheng's consciousness returned to his body, where he began to hesitate about what to do next.

Clearly, the golden light spots, protected by layers of solid crust, high-temperature mantle, outer core, and inner core, are not as easily absorbed and utilized as the world soul of Azeroth. It is even impossible to determine what side effects would rashly draw power from them.

But one thing is certain!

As long as he can find a way to possess it, he will have the power to defy the Creator.

As someone who yearns to transcend everything and stand at the pinnacle of all life forms, Zhang Cheng dislikes his current state of being controlled by others.

Although this control is vague, loose, and even includes generous gifts, being controlled is being controlled, and that will never change.

He hated this unequal relationship, and even more so, he hated that woman treating him like a child. Although he didn't object to breaking the seal and personally releasing the creator who had been banished from that world.

"It seems I need to revise my plans and stay a little longer..."

With a muttered monologue, Zhang Cheng finally made his decision and used a long-distance teleportation spell to leave the space station and return to the ground.

As for the astronauts on the space station, they had long been killed and thrown outside, becoming space debris drifting in orbit around the Earth.

……

Time flies, and four months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Since thermonuclear warheads licked up all the densely populated areas around the world, the governments of various countries have basically become defunct, and even the so-called upper elites did not have time to escape to the prepared shelters.

the reason is simple!

They never dreamed that a nuclear war would break out without warning, and that the radar would not give any advance warning, and the anti-missile system would be useless.

In just a few hours, humanity has gone from being the most numerous species on Earth to a pitiful state with a total population of no more than 100 million. Moreover, this number is rapidly decreasing due to nuclear pollution and the lack of basic food and medicine. It is estimated that before long, only about 30 million people will be able to barely adapt to the increasingly harsh living environment.

Of course, this isn't the worst-case scenario for ordinary people.

Worst of all, a group of self-proclaimed wizards began to indiscriminately capture survivors, forcing them into slavery, and establishing a brand new city—a true magical city—in the British countryside, completely untouched by nuclear weapons.

"Sir, here is a report on the consumption of supplies this week. Please sign if there are no problems." A middle-aged woman in her forties respectfully placed the parchment on the desk.

It was clear that she was very nervous when facing a girl the same age as her daughter, and she didn't even dare to look up and look directly at her.

"Well done! Keep it up!" Hermione signed her name expressionlessly at the bottom, then turned and glanced at the bustling construction site outside the window.

With the help of magical power, in less than three months, a magical city with a fantastical style has risen from the ground, and it will be fully completed in six months at most.

Despite exploiting ordinary people, the quality of life for wizards in the British magical world has not declined but has actually improved. Some have even reverted to the manners of medieval nobles, always accompanied by dozens of servants whenever they go out.

Of course, these servants were all survivors of the nuclear explosion.

Some of them were captured by slave traders and forced to wear magic collars to serve wizards, while others were forced to abandon their dignity and voluntarily serve wizards in order to obtain clean food, water, and medical care.

The harsh reality has once again proven that without a material foundation, so-called freedom and democracy are nothing but a joke.

"Thank you for your praise! I will continue to work hard!" The middle-aged woman quickly bowed deeply.

Before she could turn and leave, Lucius, beaming with pride, approached and greeted her with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Granger. If you don't mind, could we speak alone?"

"What is it?" Hermione narrowed her eyes warily.

She was well aware of how arrogant the pure-blood nobles, led by the Malfoy family, had become recently. They had been colluding with each other in private, and there were even rumors that they wanted to elect a king and establish a true magical kingdom, emulating the medieval feudal system.

"It's about that man! After all, he's been missing for so long, and we want to find out how he is doing. You're the only one who can get in touch with him," Lucius probed meaningfully.

"What, you can't wait even after just a few months?" Hermione curled her lips slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

“No, no, no, please don’t misunderstand. We just want to confirm. I believe you understand that as the population we control grows, the entire magical world needs a unifying figure, a true leader who can lead us to glory, and that person is the best candidate. We hope he can become the first king of the magical kingdom, nothing more.” Lucius explained cautiously.

“The King?!” Hermione raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

In the past, she might have believed this seemingly reasonable request, but now...

Having experienced countless conspiracies and betrayals, her heart had long since turned into a gloomy black, and she could feel the other party's uncontrollable ambition even with her eyes closed.

It's important to understand that the Malfoy family grew and prospered precisely through betrayal and treachery; as long as the profit is sufficient, there's nothing they wouldn't dare to do.

Just as the two were staring into each other's eyes, silently waiting to see who would give up first, a violent tremor suddenly shook the ground, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Chapter 0800 Death Star

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the terrifying force of the earthquake, the entire earth was torn apart, creating a huge ravine that was more than 70 meters wide, tens of kilometers long, and bottomless, as if someone had cut a gash in the earth's surface with a knife.

Crimson magma, like a volcanic eruption, gushed continuously from the crack, engulfing everything around it in just a few seconds.

Fortunately, the eruption occurred not within the city, but in a relatively distant location; otherwise, a single eruption could have wiped the newly emerging magical city off the map.

However, things aren't much better now. The volcanic ash falling from the sky will submerge the few farmlands that haven't been contaminated by nuclear radiation in a very short time.

Although many wizards realized the seriousness of the situation, they stepped forward to cast spells in an attempt to create a huge magical shield to keep all the volcanic ash out.

Unfortunately, in the face of nature, humanity is always so insignificant. In addition, the area covered by volcanic ash was so vast that a few hundred wizards could not play a decisive role.

Standing atop the tower in the city center, Lucius stared in disbelief at the horrific disaster unfolding before him, and couldn't help but cry out, "Damn it! What is going on? Where did that chasm come from?"

"Don't ask me! How would I know!" Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Just as she was trying to gather more wizards to find a solution, a golden ball of light suddenly emerged from the crack and slowly rose, causing incredible changes to all matter and energy wherever it passed.

For example, the soil that can be seen everywhere can be transformed into various metals in the blink of an eye, and then into dazzling gemstones in the blink of an eye.

For example, the magical energy permeating the surrounding air increased at an incredible speed under the interference of the golden light, causing a large number of plants to grow wildly and forming a large magical jungle in no time. Many ordinary animals also underwent varying degrees of mutation.

The golden ball of light flew higher and higher until it stopped about three or four thousand meters above the ground, where it was caught by a blurry figure.

This figure was none other than Zhang Cheng, who had disappeared for four months.

Sensing the unparalleled, immense energy contained within the ball of light, his eyes gleamed with intense greed and desire. He chuckled and murmured to himself, "Finally... I've finally managed to extract you from the deepest part of the Earth's core! Now it's time to slowly figure out what you truly are, and whether you can grant me a transcendence of the essence of life..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The ground collapsed with a huge crack, and the high-temperature, high-pressure liquid core, freed from the constraints of the golden light, gushed out like a flood. The iron, nickel, and silicon, reaching temperatures of several degrees Celsius, instantly killed almost all life on the Earth's surface, and more than 90% of the water was evaporated. It was a scene of apocalypse that was ten thousand times more terrifying than a thermonuclear war.

Even more terrifying, as the Earth's core surged outward, the polar magnetic fields slowly disappeared, and the once beautiful and vibrant blue planet was completely transformed into a black and red fireball with a surface temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius.

It is foreseeable that life will not be able to grow here again for the next tens or even hundreds of thousands of years.

Without a doubt, this planet is dead, both physically and spiritually.

As for the so-called "magic kingdom" that had just been established, it was immediately swallowed up by the scorching liquid core of the earth, and the wizards ultimately could not escape their fate.

But Zhang Cheng was completely unmoved by this. He merely glanced at the still crumbling world with a cold gaze and quickly chose to leave this place that had become utterly worthless.

In his eyes, Hermione Granger, with whom he had shared intimate relations, and Lucius Malfoy, with whom he had worked closely from the beginning, were merely tools for him to achieve his ultimate goal, nothing more.

This complex relationship is somewhat similar to that between a master and a dog.

Some people subconsciously regard dogs as family members, or even as their best companions and friends, and invest a lot of emotion in them.

However, some people will always see dogs as tools, just like horses, cows, and donkeys, which are animals domesticated by humans to better engage in productive labor, and do not require much emotional investment.

Clearly, Zhang Cheng belongs to the latter category.

Because in his preconceived notion, those who believe that dogs are man's best friend are actually just wishful thinking and deceiving themselves.

A review of the breeding histories of famous dog breeds in modern times reveals that humans have never truly considered dogs as their friends.

To satisfy curiosity and aesthetic preferences, people even force dogs to undergo inbreeding to produce a range of pet dogs such as Corgis and Golden Retrievers, completely ignoring the terrible hidden dangers and injuries caused by this artificial intervention.

Imagine if someone would force their partner to endure immense suffering through inbreeding for generations just to find a partner who fits their aesthetic preferences.

Who would force their best friend to undergo sterilization surgery just to avoid trouble?

That's right!

All of these are good things that humans have done for their so-called "best friends"!

In fact, the relationship between humans and dogs has never been one of friendship, but rather that of master and servant, master and tool.

However, with the development of productivity, people gradually got rid of the precarious state of life in modern times and had a sufficient food supply, so they gradually evolved from the original simple material pursuit to a higher level of spiritual pursuit.

This transition has given rise to a series of incredible and bizarre viewpoints, with "dogs are man's best friend" being just one of the most insignificant.

……

Returning to the towering structure standing in the distorted spacetime, Zhang Cheng carefully placed the golden orb in his hand on the top of the tower, while simultaneously setting up layer upon layer of seals to ensure that it would not come into contact with anything around it.

Since the orb of light is constantly changing the form of matter and energy around it, I dare not carry it with me for long periods of time, otherwise who knows what might happen.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief and teleported to the body of the divine dragon that had been placed in the open space.

Despite lacking the support of a soul, this body, imbued with a great deal of divinity, continues to draw energy to strengthen itself, appearing from afar like a small mountain.

"To transcend all and stand at the pinnacle of life's evolution, from this day forward I will abandon my human identity. Come, let us become one. The mind flayer's brain, the dragon's body, and the infinitely potential soul of humanity..."

Accompanied by a chilling whisper, Zhang Cheng extended his right hand and gently pressed it against the dragon's forehead, pouring all his creative power into it.

Chapter 0801 Each Gets What They Need

Inside an ancient castle on the outskirts of Valencia, the elderly Camila de Silva Velázquez, nearing the end of her life, exudes an aura of death as she sits on the third-floor balcony, gazing at the beautiful sunset in the distance.

After a full ten minutes, without turning his head, he asked, "Is there still no news about the fourteenth Child of Destiny?"