Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Twisted Power of Nightmares!
Gorns spoke in a weak voice.

He had been bound by these thousands of sealing chains for nearly forty thousand years and was very aware of their toughness. Even at his peak strength, he would have been unable to break free.

Although the Warlord was one of the two most powerful figures in the entire Nightmare Legion, in his view, Sterl had only just broken the seal, and his strength was barely a fraction of what it once was. He couldn’t possibly break through the Abyssal Prison seal created by the Eternal Light World.

Rather than wasting energy to free him, it would be better to preserve strength and find a way to escape Abyssal Prison. To him, the safety of the War Demon was more important than his own life.

Sterl didn’t heed Gorns’ advice. These sealing chains were indeed unbreakable, but they were only meant to hold powers weaker than gods.

With his own strength, he knew at least two ways to break the chains.

At the very least, once he activated his Star-Bone Body, the frenzy of his power would easily overwhelm these chains.

However, instead of using the Power of Star-Bone, he had a better plan, one that had a much higher chance of success.

With a thought, a trace of Dream Power began to pour out from his storage space, covering his palm.

Then, the Dream Power slowly began to seep into the chains.

Since Abyssal Prison was created by the Eternal Light World, and Dream Power was essentially the Origin Power of the entire Dreamland, it naturally surpassed all other powers.

Dream Power had the ability to open the Abyssal Prison gate, so it made no sense for it to be unable to break these sealing chains.

Sure enough, after the Dream Power successfully seeped in, the resistance in Sterl’s hand decreased by several times.

His eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip once more!

Boom!

The thousands of sealing chains shattered like glass, bursting into countless crystal shards that scattered into the air.

Thud.

Gorns stumbled, falling to one knee on the ground. The sudden disappearance of the chains that had bound him for tens of thousands of years gave him an overwhelmingly unreal feeling.

He raised his hand, staring at his withered, shriveled palm. Although it no longer held the power it once did, the long-awaited freedom and relaxation made him feel intoxicated.

“I… I’m free.”

He took a deep breath. The air, though still murky and filled with some Twisted Power of Nightmares, still gave him a sense of having escaped death.

Then, he stood up, knelt before Sterl, and placed his right fist over his chest.

There were no grand words of gratitude. As a loyal guard of the War Demon, all he needed to do was uphold the dignity and safety of his commander—words were unnecessary.

However, from the slight tremble of his palm, it was clear that Gorns was experiencing intense internal turmoil.

If anyone dared to attack Sterl now, Gorns would immediately transform into a mad beast, tearing the enemy to shreds before his life force could be extinguished. Until then, he would serve as an indestructible shield.

“Can you absorb these twisted powers?”

Sterl gently waved his hand and grabbed a bundle of Twisted Power of Nightmares.

The beings of Dreamland did not use Dream Power but rather the Power of Soul Dream and Power of Nightmares.

The former is a peaceful and gentle force, similar to the natural elements of the main world. By long-term cultivation, one can harness the Power of Soul Dream.

On the other hand, Power of Nightmares is more volatile and aggressive. When used as the core of one’s being, the speed of growth is faster. However, if the mind is not strong, it can distort and lose control, leading to what is known as a ‘corruption’.

When a nightmare being undergoes ‘corruption,’ there are typically two possible outcomes: either they experience a radical personality change, losing all rationality and spiraling into complete chaos, or they mutate into a monstrous form.

In truth, neither Power of Nightmares nor Power of Soul Dream is inherently good or evil; the difference lies in the intent behind their use.

For example, if a user of Power of Soul Dream becomes too greedy and attempts to devour more Power of Soul Dream to grow stronger, it can also lead to distortion and corruption.

Both of these powers form the fundamental forces that constitute Dreamland.

As for the Twisted Power of Nightmares in Abyssal Prison, it is the Origin Power released by the nightmare beings who, after endless loneliness and weakness, eventually succumbed to corruption.

These Origin Powers have been distorted, making them stronger than regular Power of Nightmares. However, absorbing these Twisted Powers could lead to loss of control, mutation, or even direct death.

Sterl’s question to Gorns was not without reason.

Normally, nightmare beings cannot absorb Twisted Power of Nightmares, but Gorns was different. He had been imprisoned for forty thousand years, in an environment where light was nonexistent, and most of his senses were deprived. Yet, he had managed to maintain his sanity without completely breaking down or falling into despair, which spoke volumes about his indomitable will.

Such willpower could resist even the influence of Twisted Power of Nightmares.

Moreover, after staying in such a cursed place for so long, Gorns had already undergone some degree of corruption. Sterl could sense this from the aura emanating from him.

But Gorns had not perished. Instead, he had reached a balance between the corrupted and the normal, stabilizing his condition in a way.

Given this, it was possible that Gorns could indeed control the Twisted Power of Nightmares.

If that were the case, Gorns’ strength would quickly recover, as Abyssal Prison’s lowest level was overflowing with Twisted Power of Nightmares.

Hearing Sterl’s words, Gorns did not respond verbally but instead took immediate action.

He crossed over the remains of a crumbling wall and stepped outside the sealed chamber. Then, the source of his nightmare essence began to rapidly activate within him.

Above his head, the two horns that curled backward emitted faint ghostly light. The nearby Twisted Power of Nightmares was immediately drawn to him, flowing into the horns and merging with the nightmare essence inside him.

As the Twisted Power of Nightmares surged in, Gorns’ aura began to visibly restore itself at a rapid pace.

His withered body began to fill out once again, and the cracked scales that covered his skin regained their luster.

After a few more minutes, Gorns stopped absorbing the power.

“Warlord, I’ve reached my limit. I cannot absorb any more Twisted Power of Nightmares, or my body and mind will distort as well.”

Gorns lowered his head, dark black veins slowly creeping up from his neck, spreading all the way to the corners of his eyes, but he forcefully suppressed them with his will.

Once these veins reached his head, even with his high resistance to the Twisted Power of Nightmares, it would mean certain death.

Sterl observed Gorns before him, and compared to the near-death appearance from earlier, the change was nothing short of remarkable.

His overall strength had restored at least 80%, and given that Gorns had been imprisoned for so long, with his essence nearly drained, it would have been extremely difficult to restore even 50% of his power in such a short time, even with abundant resources, let alone 80%.

This was the power of Twisted Power of Nightmares—though dangerous, it also carried opportunities.

As for the remaining 20%, they could not simply be recovered through resources alone; it would require a great deal of time to nourish the drained essence.

This process might take a year, or even ten years. The greater the strength, the more difficult the recovery.

Nevertheless, Gorns’ current strength was enough to surpass some high-ranking divine authorities, making him a force not to be underestimated.

“Impressive.”

Sterl expanded his perception. With the reserves of Twisted Power of Nightmares in this area, if things went smoothly, he could not only rescue all the elite nightmare beings but also restore most of their power, building up enough combat strength.

As they exited the sealed chamber, Gorns silently followed behind him. His powerful physique was even more formidable than the giant humans he had encountered.

The atmosphere in the underground city had shifted completely. Everything was unusually quiet, but the excitement radiating from the people was undeniable.

They already knew that one of the sealed chambers had been broken, and that one of their own—someone who had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years—had escaped!

The War Demon commander, bringing endless hope, was once again bathing them in the light of glory!

Bang!

The second sealed chamber shattered. This was a leader-level nightmare being, a grotesque monster with a single horn protruding from its head, resembling a humanoid ant.

However, compared to Gorns, its condition was even more tragic. Its body was nothing but a shriveled skin, so weak that it couldn’t even speak. It could only look at Sterl with eyes full of longing and urgency.

Sterl sensed it and realized that this leader-level nightmare being was not as strong as one of his personal guards, Gorns, but it had still reached the level of a high-ranking divine authority.

Though it was at the very lowest end of the high-ranking divine authority spectrum.

While the power gaps within high-ranking divine authorities were vast, even the weakest among them was beyond the reach of ordinary gods, marking a completely different tier of existence.

Of course, Sterl was no longer in this range. Whether due to the repeated accumulation of transcendent limits or the enormous soul power he had absorbed later, along with the awakening of his two major talents, he had gained terrifying power far beyond the boundaries of ordinary ranks.

Using rank to measure his strength would be like playing a game with cheats.

Seeing this, Sterl couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.

Even a leader-level nightmare being had reached the level of high-ranking divine authority. To think that the Nightmare Legion had thousands of such leaders at its peak!

Does this mean there were at least ten thousand high-ranking divine authority-level beings?

Just the thought of it made Sterl shudder. If this power were unleashed in the main world, nations like the Kingdom of Orichalcum, the Ashen Temple, the Hall of Valor—none of them would stand a chance. They would all be swept away by this tidal wave of power.

Even he, himself, would have no hope of surviving in the midst of tens of thousands of high-ranking divine authorities.

This was an entirely different level of mass tactics—an undefeatable and twisted one!