God Realm.
The God King sat high upon the Throne, looking down at the human leader who had co alone.
The human leader carried the vessels containing the Divine Souls of the sages and held that gemstone in his hands as he knelt in the center of the cold hall.
His head was lowered.
No one could see his expression.
The God King nodded with satisfaction.
"A group of clever people... Only when the human race has no powerhouses left can I finally rest easy!"
He could not help sighing in admiration. The human race was actually willing to sacrifice their own lives without hesitation, all for the sake of securing a chance of survival for their people.
The smile at the corner of his mouth grew deeper.
Only if the human race was weak enough could he sleep without worry!
Even if those human powerhouses left this universe, he would still be restless.
"However, those Supre-grade powerhouses... are still a hidden danger."
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
"I must find a way to remove the Supre-grades of the human race and eliminate all future troubles forever."
...
Daniel stood blankly within that residual shadow.
So this was how the humans of Aetheria had co to be.
The human race’s place of shelter had not been so benevolent gift from the Godkin.
It had been bought with the lives of the human sages.
This was the origin of the humans in the world of Aetheria!
Daniel stood in silence.
Within this residual image of the starry sky, he suddenly understood the true weight behind the words "Fla of Heritage."
Fla of Heritage.
It was not combat technique.
It was not the accumulation of knowledge.
It was the spiritual inheritance of willingly casting oneself into the fire for the continuation of one’s race.
The heritage fla of humanity was the willingness to sacrifice oneself for righteousness.
This was what the new version wanted to tell him.
Daniel was deeply shaken.
He had witnessed that first human leader who bore the greatsword moving forward under unbearable weight, resolutely walking toward death for the continuation of his race.
He had seen those human sages take their own lives as an offering, all so their people could have a place to live.
There were always so things in this world more important than one’s own life!
And to those human ancestors, that thing was called the race!
Daniel’s vision suddenly changed.
If what he had seen before was the opening prologue, then now, he had truly stepped into the world of the instance!
The world of one hundred thousand years ago.
[Notice: The instance has officially begun.]
Daniel hovered in midair, identifying the direction.
He vaguely rembered the location of Luminara City.
Queen Kelly had ascended the throne in that city.
There would definitely be clues there.
He spread his wings and flew toward Luminara City.
However, before he could reach that legendary royal city, he saw a scene that made his fury surge.
Before him stood a human city.
A faint black fog enveloped the entire city like a coiled venomous serpent, strangling it until it could barely breathe.
Countless miserable screams rang out from within the black fog, tearing at the heart.
With a single glance, Daniel could see countless evil spirits slaughtering the entire city inside the mist.
Fragile humans had no strength to resist beneath the claws of the evil spirits. Won and children collapsed into pools of blood before they could even let out a scream.
The human powerhouses were surrounded and attacked by evil spirits dozens of tis their number, falling one after another. Blood gathered into streams along the streets.
At this mont, the city had already beco hell.
And the perpetrator of all this was hovering above the city.
It was a mage dressed in black robes. His face was as pale as paper, and his eye sockets were sunken, making him look like a skeleton draped in human skin.
He stared excitedly at the human tragedy below, his eyes filled with crazed fanaticism.
"Your deaths are perfectly appropriate."
His voice was hoarse, like a cold wind scraped from a tomb.
"Your blood shall beco the steps by which I ascend the Supre-grade throne!"
"As long as I step into the realm above Legendary-grade, I shall beco the first Supre-grade powerhouse in the history of the human race!"
"When that ti cos, the entire human race shall prostrate itself beneath my scepter!"
Whoosh—!
Just as he sank into madness, a figure tore through the black fog and descended into the human world.
Daniel hovered before him, his gaze icy cold.
The black-robed mage abruptly retreated half a step, his pupils shrinking.
"You... Who are you?!"
Daniel did not answer.
He rely stared at him in silence, his gaze unlike that of soone looking at a living creature.
"Why slaughter your own race?"
Hearing this, the black-robed mage showed not the slightest trace of guilt. Instead, he spread his arms, threw his head back, and laughed wildly.
"For Strength!"
"For Supre-grade!"
"I, Robael, the greatest necromancer in history, am destined to beco the first Supre-grade powerhouse of the human race!"
His laughter echoed through the black fog.
"Those foolish Legendary-grade powerhouses overestimated themselves and challenged Divine Wrath one after another. And in the end?"
"One by one, their souls scattered, their spirits perished, and not even ashes remained!"
He abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes burning with crazed flas.
"Because they never understood what true Strength is!"
"And I—the great Robael—shall use living souls as tinder and dead blood as firewood, forging the wails of countless lives into my crown!"
"Divine Wrath? Heh. That is nothing more than a threshold I must cross before reaching the summit!"
He stretched out a withered finger, his voice suddenly rising, trembling like a curse.
"I shall be crowned the first Supre-grade of the human race!"
"And you—no matter who you are—are nothing more than another silent skeleton on this glorious path!"
Daniel listened expressionlessly until the end.
Divine Wrath.
What exactly was that?
From the sound of it, it seed to be a shackle the Godkin had locked around the neck of the human race, specifically to block the path for Legendary-grade powerhouses to step into Supre-grade.
But why had there not been even the slightest ntion of it in the records from his previous life?
He shook his head.
These questions could be understood later.
For now—
He only wanted to send the madman before him to where he belonged!
"You crossed the line."
His voice was as calm as still water.
"You should never have slaughtered your own people."
"No matter the ti, anyone who turns their blade against their own race is unworthy of being called human!"
The mont his words fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew over.
It was a kind of Strength that could not be seen or touched, yet truly existed.
Wind.
The omnipresent wind!
Robael’s body suddenly stiffened, and the wild laughter on his face froze into terror.
Because he discovered that he could no longer move!
He could not even turn his eyeballs.
He could not control the Strength within his body that he had been so proud of.
He was like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, and the other end of those strings was held in the hands of that indifferent man.
No!
He roared inwardly, unwillingness and fear completely engulfing him!
Boom—!
A thunderous explosion rang out.
Robael’s body exploded in midair, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky.
He had self-destructed.
But it was not a self-destruction of his own will.
It was a forced self-destruction caused by being controlled.
That arrogant, unparalleled necromancer did not even have ti to scream before he was reduced to dust beneath Daniel’s Strength.
Epic-grade Forbidden Spell: Puppet of the Wind!
With Robael dead, the black fog enveloping the entire city instantly dispersed.
Those evil spirits roared unwillingly, but under the sunlight, they lted like snow and ice, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Daniel looked at the devastated city and sighed, shaking his head.
He still had to continue forward.
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