Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 516

Chapter 516: Chapter 516: Stirring Chaos, All Engravings Complete!
He unleashed hundreds of attacks in rapid succession against the two targets. Each strike triggered a mental resistance check from the power of Blood of the Ancient One. In his ascend to godhood state, Sterl’s mental attributes were on par with even the weakest deities wielding minor Divine Power.

This meant every attack carried a high probability of passing the check. However, to ensure absolute success—especially since both deities were fully conscious, unlike Boris, who had been burdened by a dual curse of fear and the looming threat of death—Sterl executed an overwhelming number of strikes. Thanks to the augmentation of the Time Law, this barrage of attacks was executed in a single, blinding instant.

And the result?

Sterl’s heart surged with elation as he sensed the follower imprints within Morette and the other deity. The power of Blood of the Ancient One was beyond extraordinary!

Come to think of it, even Gloria had once been subdued by this very force, without a sound or trace. And back then, the power at his disposal had been an extremely diluted fragment of the Ancient One’s essence—a mere shadow of its true strength. Now, enhanced through his cheat system, that fragment had evolved into the complete Blood of the Ancient One, further refined with numerous beneficial enhancements. Naturally, the effects were far more devastating.

“Gaining two divine-level subordinates so effortlessly… This is truly…” Sterl muttered, unable to suppress his amazement.

But deep down, he knew this was not the pinnacle of the Blood of the Ancient One. The current limits of his evolution abilities prevented the bloodline from advancing further. However, once his evolutionary powers reached the next stage, the Blood of the Ancient One was bound to undergo an even more profound transformation!

Who could say? Perhaps it would gain efficacy against higher-tier divine authorities or even greater entities. Alternatively, it might grant some other unforeseen advantages. In any case, with the Ancient One’s might as its foundation, the potential of Blood of the Ancient One was nothing short of limitless.

“Let’s keep going…”

Narrowing his eyes, Sterl decided not to activate the follower imprints within the two deities just yet. The timing wasn’t ideal for achieving maximum impact. After all, his goal wasn’t merely to secure victory for the Nation of Orichalcum, but to utterly crush both Orichalcum’s enemies and the local pantheon of gods, claiming dominance as the sole ruler!

This ambition required every move to be calculated with the utmost precision, ensuring maximum effectiveness and reward.

Returning his focus to the battlefield, Sterl prepared to strike again.

Battles between gods could manifest as spectacular clashes of destructive abilities, with each strike resembling an apocalyptic disaster. But they could also take the form of silent, razor-sharp contests of Laws and divine authority, appearing deceptively calm yet brimming with lethal peril.

At this moment, two gods stood locked in battle, each unleashing their divine authority and Law Power. One transformed into a searing, boiling flow of molten magma, while the other manifested as a torrential downpour of rain.

The two starkly contrasting forces surged and collided, rapidly expanding in scale. The rain, imbued with Divine Power, poured down with unrelenting force, seeking to extinguish the lava entirely. Below, the magma churned and rose, stacking upon itself and surging toward the heavens like a catastrophic flame rebelling against the skies.

“Be extinguished!”

“I’ll burn you to ashes!”

Boom!

The heavens trembled, and the earth turned crimson. On the battlefield created by their clash, the sky shifted into a deep red hue. Scorching droplets of Divine Power rained down intermittently, creating massive craters in the ground, as though struck by cannon fire. Even the Divine Power barriers erected by other battling gods nearby began to show signs of erosion under the assault.

After unleashing their ultimate attacks, the two gods revealed their physical forms. They glared at each other with undisguised hatred—one fighting to repel an intruder, the other battling desperately for a place to call home.

Even as gods, with their humanity gradually resurfacing, they displayed raw emotions, their faces twisted in fury and enmity.

“It’s my turn now,” Sterl murmured.

Hiding deep within the shadow realm, his presence fully cloaked by the Blood of the Ancient One, Sterl let a faint smirk play on his lips. The very next moment, without any warning, he leaped out of the void, catching both gods entirely off guard.

The two froze in unison, their eyes wide with shock. A primal sense of dread surged through their souls, but before they could even react, their bodies became immobilized. It was as if they were insects trapped in resin, completely unable to move, only capable of watching helplessly as the creeping corruption overtook them.

“Why resist? Wouldn’t it be better to just surrender peacefully?” Sterl’s voice was laced with calm mockery.

In a single, seamless move, Sterl struck. Taking advantage of the two gods’ terror-frozen state, he effortlessly implanted follower imprints within their very beings. As the gods felt the barrage of what seemed like hundreds of attacks piercing their bodies, despair filled their hearts.

The sheer strangeness and overwhelming strength of this entity were beyond comprehension. Over a hundred attacks in such a brief instant—when their bodies finally regained control, wouldn’t they have been reduced to nothing but ashes?

But just as the two gods teetered on the brink of utter hopelessness, the mysterious figure suddenly vanished, leaving them stunned. Their bodies returned to normal, entirely unharmed.

“What… what just happened?”

The god on Orichalcum’s side stood dazed, inspecting his body carefully. To his astonishment, he found no visible damage. Gathering his soul’s power, he conducted a thorough scan, checking for any hidden injuries or traces of corruption left within him.

However, even as gods, their soul levels only reached a mere five or six. Sterl’s soul level, on the other hand, was a staggering 60. On top of that, his recent spree of carnage had earned him two additional levels of soul experience, still unallocated.

The gap was insurmountable. Even if they searched for an eternity, they would never discover the shadow he had left behind.

The disparity in strength was so vast that, no matter how meticulously the god examined himself, the result was the same: nothing appeared to be wrong.

Turning his gaze to the enemy opposite him, he saw the same expression of confusion and uncertainty. Suspicion flickered across his mind—just who was this lunatic that had suddenly appeared? And why had he attacked them both simultaneously?

However, with everything seemingly back to normal, the battle resumed immediately. After all, as long as the opponent was still standing, there was always the risk of being the one to fall.

This time, though, both gods exercised more restraint. While continuing to fight, they each held back some of their strength, warily observing the surrounding space, prepared for the madman to reappear without warning.

“Two more!”

Sterl’s spirits soared. This was like striking gold! Every god wasn’t just a powerful asset but also a treasure trove of resources.

If not for this war, it would have been nearly impossible for him to find lone gods to target. But now? Finding gods was as easy as picking fruit from a tree.

“Am I… profiting from war?”

The thought crossed his mind, and he realized it might indeed be the case. This war was destined to happen, but with his meddling, it had escalated faster. Besides, he was a participant too—albeit still under a concealed identity, quietly biding his time.

And since he was lying low, he had to maximize his growth. By the time the decisive battle arrived, he intended to have amassed overwhelming power. Sterl was facing multiple divine-level factions, while he himself was only a third-class being—the difference between a human and an ant.

Of course, this particular “ant” was far larger and more terrifying than anyone could have imagined.

As the battle raged on, Sterl continued to watch for opportunities, ensuring every move carried a foolproof success rate. A single misstep—whether being ganged up on by other gods or exposing his identity—could completely derail his plans.

Fortunately, with his mastery over the Time Law, even four or five gods could be frozen for a time, let alone two. The chaotic elements and overflowing Divine Power in the area couldn’t interfere with the higher-tier effects of his temporal powers.

Before long, aside from Boris and Diana, Sterl had successfully marked every one of the eighteen gods from the Nation of Orichalcum and Ashen with his follower imprints.

Unaware of their fate, these gods had all unknowingly become Sterl’s eternal slaves—completely loyal, incapable of betrayal.

“My Lord, save me! Please, save me!”

A weak, panicked voice suddenly echoed through one of the follower imprints. Sterl focused on it and quickly realized—it was Boris calling out for help.

“Well, well…” Sterl muttered, narrowing his eyes. This should be interesting.

At this moment, Boris was on the verge of being beaten to a pulp by Diana. Despite his strength being superior to hers, he held back in fear of her status and identity. Faced with Diana’s relentless and ferocious onslaught, Boris could only dodge and defend, avoiding direct confrontation.

But Diana was still a god, after all. The gap between them was minimal, and as the battle dragged on, Boris was left battered and bloodied. His waist had been pierced by an arrow, leaving a gaping wound, and one of his kidneys had been completely destroyed.

If not for his extraordinary vitality, he would have been dead on the spot long ago.

“Almost forgot about this,” Sterl muttered to himself, observing Diana’s icy demeanor and murderous intent. The contrast between her current state and her previous gentle, clinging attitude toward him was stark—it was like looking at two completely different people.

No wonder they say women are unpredictable. It’s not a lie, after all.

Still, Boris couldn’t be allowed to die—not yet, at least. A god wielding three divine authorities was already a rarity. Now that Boris had become his follower, there might be a way to push him beyond his limits. If that succeeded, Sterl would gain a subordinate at the level of high-tier divine authority.

However, rushing into the battle directly seemed beneath him. It wouldn’t do to damage his carefully maintained image of superiority.

With a subtle thought, Sterl sent a signal to Boris.

Upon receiving the message, Boris’s face immediately contorted in despair.

“Master, are you sure about this?” he asked with a trembling voice.

“Just do what I told you! Stop wasting time with pointless questions!” Sterl barked in response.

Boris let out a helpless groan, his expression a mixture of reluctance and resignation. Yet, bound by the absolute loyalty of the follower imprint, he had no choice but to obey Sterl’s commands.

“Master, please… please don’t leave me hanging! If you’re late, I’m done for!”

Muttering a silent prayer, Boris braced himself. In the next moment, an overwhelming surge of power erupted from within him.

The strength he had been suppressing out of hesitation and concern now exploded with terrifying intensity. Boris, the strongest warrior of the Nation of Orichalcum aside from Eterna, finally unleashed his full might.

There was no way he could lose to Diana—not when he stopped holding back.