Spellcasting Gods

boom!

As Zhang Cheng's massive body squeezed through the portal, the unstable energy flow instantly unleashed astonishing power, and the crack caused the space to collapse within seconds.

If it were in the past, he would have run away without saying a word.

But now, he simply raised one hand and wiped the area that caused the collapse, and everything was back to normal.

That's right!

This is the power of the Titans!

To be precise, it is a high-dimensional life form that transcends three-dimensional space and has complete control over time and space.

If they were to abandon their physical bodies and exist solely as star souls, Titans could even completely disappear from the three-dimensional universe.

The so-called Titan Pantheon is likely built in four-dimensional space, which is why it can appear in every corner of the Azeroth universe at any time.

As for the so-called Titan technology, it is not actually technology at all, but merely an interference by higher-dimensional beings in a lower-dimensional world.

It's like a person holding a paintbrush and painting on a two-dimensional surface, or making corrections. It doesn't require any special skills; at most, it's just a matter of hand-eye coordination.

"Phew—this feeling...it's truly delightful." Zhang Cheng casually put Adam down and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Before becoming a Titan, he could hardly imagine the absolute suppression of lower-dimensional life by higher-dimensional life. He was also secretly glad that he hadn't been so arrogant as to directly awaken the gods who had fallen into slumber in ancient times.

"Master, in your current state, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to Earth, will you?" Adam asked, looking up with a face full of admiration.

As a participant and executor of the entire plan, he simply could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Ah! Yes! At my current energy level, it's no longer easy to bring my entire body to Earth. But that's alright, I can still use a projection of my consciousness and bring my true body to Earth once a stable portal is built. But before that, I need to go to Faerûn to conduct a small experiment."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng gently inserted his hand into his forehead and slowly pulled out a crystal that emitted a dazzling light.

As his life level increased, the artifact that had been fused with his soul for so long—the Shattered Magic Crystal Klinsinibon—was also greatly strengthened, to the point that even gods would find it difficult to destroy it.

Most importantly, the long period of fusion granted Klinsinebon an incredible ability: to carry his will, thoughts, and memories.

When you can't teleport freely, sending this little gadget to another world in your place is undoubtedly the smartest choice.

Any intelligent life that touches it will immediately lose its own consciousness and thoughts, becoming a clone of it.

Adam clearly felt the terrifying power contained in the shattered magic crystal. He carefully held it in his hand, aimed it at the portal leading to the continent of Faerûn, and threw it fiercely.

Snapped!

With a muffled thud, the crystal landed squarely in an alleyway in a city slum.

A boy dressed in tattered clothes and looking a bit dirty was the first to spot the crystal. He carefully picked it up, hid it close to his body, and then ran off without a trace.

He had no idea that this seemingly beautiful object was actually a death warrant.

From the moment you pick it up, your fate is sealed.

……

Neverwinter, the jewel of the North, the dividing line between the wild and civilized worlds, the land favored by Tyre, the god of justice, and the forefront of the fight against the evil city-state of Luscan.

However, just like all cities in Faerûn, this place is divided into the poor and the rich, the commoners and the nobles.

Clearly, the Beggar's Nest was a place where the poor gathered. Almost everyone living in this area was struggling to make ends meet.

In particular, countless children controlled by gangs have to beg and steal every day to earn their meager meals.

Thirteen-year-old Benny was one of the pickpockets.

But today, he felt that he was favored by fate, and he actually saw a beautiful crystal for no reason while walking on the street. So, when no one was paying attention, he secretly ran back to the place he would call "home".

Of course, to outsiders, this can only be considered a hole dug near a sewer.

"My God! This is so beautiful! And it seems to have some kind of magical power? How much money can I get if I sell it to those mages? A hundred gold coins? Or a thousand gold coins?" The boy licked his chapped lips, his face full of excitement and anticipation.

Just as his gaze was completely drawn to it, the crystal suddenly vibrated and then pierced into his left eye socket at an extremely fast speed.

"what!!!!!!!"

Before Benny could even react to what was happening, he felt a sharp pain and then completely lost consciousness.

When Larry woke up again, he was no longer the same person he used to be; instead, he had become a manipulated puppet and clone.

"This body is incredibly fragile! I guess I'll have to find a way to strengthen it a bit."

After sensing the boy's incredibly poor physical condition, Zhang Cheng frowned, his left eye, now replaced by the shattered magic crystal, flashing with an unusual light.

"Master, please be careful. Given the many outrageous things you did in this world last time, if the gods find out, it might lead to an attack." Adam's voice came through Klinsineborg.

"Don't worry! In my current form, even if I stood before those gods, they wouldn't recognize me. Besides, I'm only here to conduct a small experiment, not to destroy the world." Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly, then took out a rusty dagger from the treasure chest the boy had hidden. He squatted down by the sewer and sharpened it vigorously. After confirming that he could use it to kill someone, he left the sewer and strode towards a house located in the northwest corner of the Beggar's Nest.

According to the boy Benny's memory, this was the headquarters of his gang, where there was an orc warrior and two thieves.

Now, Zhang Cheng's task is to kill these three guys, say goodbye to his past life, and earn his first pot of gold to prepare for his next plan.

After all, no matter how powerful his physical body is, he is only projecting his consciousness here at the moment, and he cannot even strengthen his fragile physical attributes.

His only advantage is that he has an endless supply of magical knowledge in his mind. With just a little time and money, he can recover some of his spellcasting ability and even mobilize the amazing power stored inside the shattered magic crystal to serve the entire plan.

Chapter 0905 Simple Slaughter

"Benny! How much money did you make today? Why are you back so early?"

As soon as Zhang Cheng entered, he saw a gaunt man wearing leather armor sitting in a chair, playing with a dagger, staring at him with a gloomy look.

However, he ignored the other party and focused his attention on the orc warrior who was drinking heavily not far away, and the scantily clad, reddish-skinned, horned, and tailed Tyflin woman next to the orc.

According to the boy's memories, the half-orc who was the gang leader and the strongest fighter was actually a murderer wanted by the city hall, with a warrior level of seven.

Although it was nothing to the whole of Neverwinter, it was definitely a tyrant in the Beggars' Nest. Ordinary thugs and villains were no match for it and would easily be torn to pieces by its heavy and sharp giant axe. Therefore, it did not take long to occupy a piece of territory and make a fortune through various criminal activities.

The man next to him, who looked like he worked in the sex industry, was no ordinary person either. He was skilled in stealth assassination and also had some spellcasting abilities. It was unclear whether he possessed the professional level of a warlock or mage, or simply had activated a portion of the purgatory bloodline within his body.

In short, as long as these two are around, the other gangs in Beggar's Nest will not dare to make any rash moves.

"Hey! You little brat! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?" The thin man was clearly enraged and suddenly stood up, intending to teach the dirty boy in front of him a lesson.

But the instant he lifted his foot, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes. He then moved with lightning speed, pulled out the dagger hidden in his bosom, and slashed a gash across the other man's neck.

puff!

Crimson blood immediately splattered everywhere!

"Drink—drink—drink—"

The man's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that the pickpocket he usually trampled on would dare to kill him. He desperately tried to cover his bleeding neck with his hands.

But clearly, all of this was in vain.

Because the neck was slashed, the most fatal thing was not only the rapid blood loss, but also the suffocation caused by the obstruction of the trachea.

In just over ten seconds, he struggled and collapsed to the ground, breathing his last breath with a face full of resentment.

The pungent smell of blood filled the entire room!

Upon seeing this, the orc warrior's pupils contracted sharply. Without a word, he put down his wine glass, grabbed a sharp axe beside him, and shouted, "Benny! What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?"

“Rebellion? No, idiot, your brain, which is no bigger than a walnut, is simply not capable of understanding what I’m doing.” As Zhang Cheng spoke, he extended a finger, grasped the gaunt man’s soul, and his left eye flashed with intense light as he slowly devoured the soul, transforming it into pure magical energy.

"Oh! No! No! No! Watch out! He's not Benny!" Tiplin, who possessed some demonic blood, clearly sensed something and quickly took several steps back, shouting a warning.

"Who cares who they are! Die!" The orc fully utilized his characteristic of taking action rather than talking, and swung his axe to launch an attack.

His movements were fast and ruthless, skills honed entirely in life-or-death battles. They were ugly and not at all entertaining, but anyone with a modicum of knowledge would not underestimate him.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he swung his axe, he could never catch the hem of the other person's clothes.

With the remote calculations and predictions provided by Adam, Zhang Cheng repeatedly walked the line between life and death, using his inferior iron dagger to cut open bloody wounds.

However, a half-orc is still a half-orc, especially when he enters a berserk state. With adrenaline surging, he doesn't care about pain or injury at all, and roars like a madman: "Aaaaah!!! You despicable little rat! I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Hmph! Save your energy, you idiot. At this rate of bleeding, you'll go into shock from blood loss in half a minute at most," Zhang Cheng mocked with a cold laugh.

Although the boy's body he currently possesses is so fragile that he dares not make any direct contact with the other party, otherwise he will be instantly overturned to the ground, he appears to be in complete control, completely manipulating the powerful orc warrior.

The Tiflin woman standing to the side had a strange glint in her eyes. She neither stepped forward to help nor chose to run away. She simply stood there and observed, and it was unclear what she was planning.

"No!!! No one can defeat the mighty Okocha! I... I will catch you! I will crush every bone in your body!" The orc warrior shook his head desperately, trying to shake off the mental confusion and weakness caused by excessive blood loss.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that such objective laws cannot be overcome by willpower alone. Before long, he began to sway uncontrollably from side to side and eventually fell to the ground.

"Poor wretch, you have no idea who you're fighting against."

Without any hesitation!

Zhang Cheng bent down and plunged the dagger into the other's eye socket, then pulled out and devoured the soul, transforming it into magical energy to reshape the fragile body.

After he had done all this, he looked up at the last Tiftin and asked meaningfully, "Why didn't you run away?"

“Run away? Why would I run away! I’m not your enemy! On the contrary, I think you’ll need a helper to take over Okocha’s territory. I promise I’ll serve you as I would serve him.” Tiflin knelt on one knee and bowed deeply.

As a half-demon rejected by mainstream human society, submitting to the strong is her way of survival.

As for who the other party is or what evil plans they have, it doesn't matter at all. If the person they are loyal to falls from power, they will simply find another master.

Anyway, nobody really cares about a lowly Tifelin woman, let alone sees her as a pretty and interesting trophy or plaything.

"Ah! After encountering two idiots in a row, finally a smart person has appeared. Very good! Excellent! However, there are two kinds of smart people in the world: one kind truly knows how to assess the situation, and the other kind likes to be clever. I sincerely hope you are the former, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to resist peeling off your smooth and beautiful skin and then sprinkling salt water on your bloody muscles. Believe me, that feeling is not pleasant at all."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng extended his nimble right hand and gently stroked the other person's beautiful, smooth face, his eyes filled with an immense sense of pressure that words could not describe.

“Of course! I swear, from this day forward, you are the supreme master, and I am willing to offer my body and soul,” Tieflin replied, trembling.

Through that dazzling, crystal-like left eye, she sensed a power comparable to, or even greater than, that of a god…

Chapter 0906 Cheap Life

In the continent of Faerûn, teeming with bandits, thieves, monsters, evil gods, dragons, demons, and devils, death is never a cause for alarm.

Especially in places like Beggars' Nest, rife with poverty, chaos, and crime, the death of two gang leaders is nothing out of the ordinary.

The guards responsible for maintaining order didn't even bother to check, letting the gang handle the bodies themselves, as long as they didn't cause too much of a commotion.

So, the poor orc warrior's head was cut off and sent to the town hall, where he received a bounty of three hundred gold coins.

As for the other unfortunate man and the rest of his body, they were simply thrown into the sewer to feed the rats.

Sitting in the cleaned house, Zhang Cheng stared expressionlessly at the nervous beggars, thieves, and thugs standing before him. A full minute passed before he finally asked, "Tell me, how much money do these people hand over each day?"