Spellcasting Gods

no way!

Chaos is capricious and capricious; doing whatever it pleases is its nature, and it cannot be measured by common sense.

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's decisive refusal, the Initiator's expression immediately turned somewhat ugly. He narrowed his eyes and threatened, "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? You must know that this matter concerns your future, even your life and death. Before long, a great war will break out, and then you will find that the power of order is far stronger than chaos, and a rabble cannot defeat a united elite."

"Thank you for your concern, but I still stand by my choice. Also, I hope you won't show up again. Although in a sense, you are me and I am you, from the moment we became the masters, the essence of our lives has been permanently changed, especially that sense of resonance has completely disappeared. From now on, you are you and I am me. There's no need to pretend to be familiar with each other anymore." Zhang Cheng bluntly adopted a posture of dismissing him.

If he didn't still not know how to kill the Overlord, he would definitely kill the man in front of him and try to devour him using some forbidden methods to gain even greater power.

"Hmph! Very well! I hope you won't regret the choice you made! Also, don't think that just because you've become the master, I can't deal with you. On the contrary, I always have far more cards up my sleeve than you can imagine."

After uttering this threatening remark, the Initiator, with a grim face, turned and walked through the gap without looking back, returning to the main gate of the Council of Order.

Instead of rushing to report back to the ball of light, he took out the soul fragment he had cut from Zhang Cheng's body from his pocket, and sneered through gritted teeth, "I will never forget this humiliation! Just you wait! It won't be long before I let you taste what defeat and pain are like. This time, I won't kill you, but I will transform you into the most obedient tool, a completely loyal dog and servant."

"Calm down! Don't let anger control your emotions! Your current state is not very stable. You might lose your sense of self and become a puppet of the rules."

In the blink of an eye, the man wearing non-prescription glasses emerged from the corner, his tone conveying a strong warning.

Clearly, the person who helped the Initiators design countless plans and ultimately ascended to become the highest level of life form in the universe—the Overlord—has now also joined the Council of Order, and even holds a position above the Initiators.

The reason is very simple: his genius-like mind allowed an ordinary person to successfully reach the top, even though the whole process was very tortuous and full of certain dangers.

Success is success!

Even a single case signifies a potential research direction.

It's possible that some cunning individuals have already begun using this method to create masters out of thin air who are subject to their commands.

In fact, many madmen have studied the creation of a ruler through artificial intervention, and the most successful one so far is the "Hero" of the Tower Alliance Empire.

However, heroes can only exert less than one ten-thousandth of the main force's power, and cannot escape the fate of being high-level consumables and cannon fodder.

"Calm down? How can I calm down! You should know very well that if I fail, some people will not only laugh at me, but also kick me when I'm down. You know what? Every time I see that bastard, I have an urge to strangle him. My friend, you'd better hurry up and figure out a way to kill the Overlord, otherwise one day I might lose control and start a fight in the council."

"Understood! I'll speed up the research!"

"That's for the best! I still have reports to report, so I won't do those tedious data analyses and comparisons with you."

"Take care! I hope your punishment won't be too severe."

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Chapter 1068 Hesitation

"Master, what just happened? This place... seems to have been severely damaged."

Allens, who had somehow entered the top-floor room, stared in disbelief at the huge hole in the ceiling and asked a question.

As the only apprentice living in this magical tower, he had just clearly felt an energy that made his soul tremble involuntarily, just like a huge meteorite falling from the sky and smashing into a fragile little ant.

If one doesn't have enough confidence in the person they are loyal to, they might not be able to resist the urge to flee the danger zone.

Only after the energy disappeared did he muster the courage to go to the top of the tower to find out what was going on.

Looking at the shocked and nervous young man standing not far ahead, Zhang Cheng casually waved his hand, restoring the large hole in the tower to its original state before replying, "No, it's nothing, just a visit from an old friend. But he obviously can't control himself very well, so he accidentally caused some damage. But it's okay, even if this tower is completely destroyed, I can rebuild it in just a few seconds."

"I see... I'm sure your friend is just as powerful as you are." Allen quickly bowed and flattered him.

“Yes, he’s a powerful and cunning guy, a complete egoist. We’re the same kind of people,” Zhang Cheng remarked with a double sense of irony.

To be honest, he didn't dislike the way the Initiator treated people, and the relationship between the two was not hostile. At most, he saw his own reflection in each other, so he instinctively chose to reject them.

In contrast, the initiators possess an innate self-discipline and restraint, and even if they dislike Zhang Cheng in their hearts, they will choose to cooperate for the greater benefit.

Zhang Cheng, on the other hand, was the opposite. As his strength rapidly expanded, he gradually became accustomed to acting recklessly, disliked being restrained, and did not want to suppress the madness and sparks of inspiration in his subconscious.

If we had to use a more vivid analogy, they would be like standing in front of a mirror, seeing another side of themselves.

Given the independent consciousness's recognition of its own uniqueness and distinctiveness, no one likes to see their own reflection in the mirror emerge; on the contrary, they hope to break the mirror and destroy that other self forever.

Fortunately, this can only be considered an instinct and impulse at most, rather than a conclusion reached after careful consideration.

Especially when the other party is almost as powerful as oneself, impulsive behavior often leads to disastrous consequences, so neither side chooses to let instinct overcome reason.

"You don't seem to like him?" Allens keenly sensed something, looked up, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng smiled noncommittally: "That's right! I hate him just as much as I hate myself. You know what? The thing that humans hate the most is not your enemy or competitor, but the flaws you discover after self-examination. To put it bluntly, it's ourselves. That's right, what everyone fears and loathes the most deep down is actually the part that has been suppressed."

"You mean... we instinctively reject people who are similar to us in personality, but at the same time completely opposite?" Allens frowned subconsciously, clearly not understanding the meaning of these words.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, who knows? Everyone has their own perspective on ideas, and what I think is suitable may not be suitable for you. Okay, let's leave this topic here. Tell me, did Kerwin drink the potion?" Zhang Cheng seemed unwilling to discuss the complicated relationship between himself and the Initiators any further and took the initiative to change the subject.

He understood that with the arrival of the other party, he could no longer complete the test step by step as originally planned. He had to speed things up, even if it meant sacrificing the entire planet.

“I’ve already given him the potion. But for some reason, he hasn’t chosen to drink it. Master, I think his loyalty to you is only superficial, and he’s actually very wary of you.” Allens seized the opportunity to voice his malicious speculation.

Although he was not by nature the kind of person who liked to maliciously slander or defame his competitors behind their backs, he had been burning with rage ever since he saw his former mentor and Kelvin trying to join forces to oust him, and he hoped to one day take revenge.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng didn't seem to care at all, scoffing with a half-smile, "Ah, I know he's never had even the slightest bit of loyalty, but so what? Do you think he'd dare betray me? No, he wouldn't, because he knows that even the slightest betrayal would have consequences a thousand times worse than death. Since he wouldn't dare betray me, what's the point of loyalty? Remember, never pursue loyalty. Loyalty is a relative definition; its true meaning lies in using interests, morality, and other factors to constrain a person's behavior, ensuring they don't do anything detrimental to the object of their loyalty."

"Understood! I will keep a close eye on Kerwin for you!" Allens bowed quickly, then turned and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the lower level.

……

Meanwhile, in a newly conquered city, Kerwin held aloft a bottle of eerily glowing liquid, his face grim, and muttered under his breath, "Damn it! This stuff looks really sinister! Should I really drink it?"

Without even asking, it was obvious that his growing paranoia made him suspect that there might be something harmful to him in the potion, or perhaps some special "additive" that was secretly controlling his thoughts and will.

no way!

Dictators and tyrants must always be vigilant, or they may die at any moment from a cup of poison or a dagger plunged into their heart from behind.

Just as he was hesitating and wanted to find someone to test it out, the window was suddenly smashed to pieces by a dark shadow.

After the dark figure landed, it threw out two throwing items, which instantly released a dazzling white light as bright as the sun.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

"Damn it! My eyes! I can't see!"

"Guards! There's an assassin!"

While screaming and calling for help, the bodyguards quickly moved to the side of the person they were protecting, relying on their memory.

Before they could even touch the lord, Kerwin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a cold and powerless feeling that gradually spread throughout his body.

His heart was pierced?!

Fear and despair quickly spread from the brain throughout the body!

Without giving him a second thought, he opened the medicine bottle in his hand and drank the clear liquid inside in one gulp.

Chapter 1069 The Making of a Tyrant

"Hahahaha! Tyrant! Die! For the innocent people who died tragically at your hands!"

Feeling the real power of the short sword in his hand, the assassin knew that his extremely dangerous assassination plan had succeeded. He laughed happily, showing no intention of running away, and was ready to accept his death.

To be precise, he knew he had no chance of escaping, so he had long been prepared to give his life.

Perhaps in his eyes, being able to exchange his own life for the life of an ambitious tyrant was simply the act of a legendary hero.

But in reality, he was just a pathetic wretch deceived by heroic tales, an idiot who was being used by nobles and royalty without even realizing it.

"No! I will not die! I am the chosen one! I am destined to create great achievements and build a vast empire. And you, you are just a clown, a clown who overestimates himself!!!"

Kerwin was clearly enraged, and despite the sharp pain in his chest, his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

He could feel that as he swallowed the potion, an unprecedented surge of life force was rapidly flowing through his body with his blood.

strength!

Infinite power!

At the same time, there is unbearable pain and torment!

Although his damaged heart was still gushing blood, he was not weak at all. On the contrary, he had inexhaustible strength. He gripped the assassin's arm tightly and ripped it off with a little force.

boom!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The assassin screamed and flew more than ten meters away, crashing hard into a solid wall. He opened his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed into a pool of blood.

In the horrific collision, he not only lost an arm but also broke his spine, his legs became completely unresponsive, and his internal organs suffered extremely severe damage.

Inhuman power!

All the bodyguards and soldiers who regained their sight and rushed in from outside couldn't help but stare in disbelief, even forgetting to deal with the dying prisoner.

"Laugh! Why the hell aren't you laughing? Laugh now!!!"

Kerwin clearly had no intention of letting the assassin go. He stepped forward, lifted him up with one hand, and with the other hand, ripped the man's mouth to the ear, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with blood.

At this moment, he was so excited and tyrannical, savoring the wonderful feeling of personally torturing his enemy.

Although the pain from the physical changes had not yet subsided, he had already come to understand how exciting it was to have power.

With power, you have nothing to fear from anyone!

No need to worry about assassination attempts that could occur at any time!

And you can also fully enjoy the thrill of killing on the battlefield!

"My lord! Please calm down! This assassin may know something. We'd better keep him alive. Trust me, the interrogation officers will extract the information you need in half an hour at most," a vassal cautiously advised.

It was easy to see from the terrified expression on his face that he was filled with fear over the sudden change in his allegiance to the lord.

"Ah! Sorry! I got a little excited and didn't control myself. Now, take him away. Remember to let me know after you've tortured him; I want to finish him off myself." Kerwin casually tossed the dying prisoner to the ground, letting the guards take him away.

His movements were so effortless that he even took out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains from his chest and hands, as if it were someone else who had just been stabbed in the heart, not himself.

"You...your wound?!" The minister pointed to the completely healed area, his mouth agape, unable to speak.

But Kerwin replied nonchalantly, "This is a gift from my great master! From now on, no one can easily kill me. Even if my head is cut off, it can be quickly restored to its original state once it is put back on. That's right, I possess the legendary immortality."

"Immortality? My God! Then...then you no longer need us?" asked the head of the bodyguards in charge of daily security, Jejeba.

"No! Of course not! I still need you. Immortality doesn't mean invincibility. I haven't reached the point where I think I can defeat all my enemies alone. Alright, now immediately tell the servants to prepare a bath. I need to wash off the strong smell of blood. Also, no one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, understand?"

After delivering these warning words, Kerwin waved impatiently, signaling everyone to leave.

He needs some private space to test the level of his newly acquired power, especially his most important regenerative ability.