Awakening?The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

Chapter 332: The Most United Moment of the Three Major Factions

In an instant, everyone was roaring with indignation, as if they were trying to release all the grievances they had just suffered.

Finally, the deity had arrived!

Wasn't there now light?

Wasn't there now justice?

That detestable mysterious demigod was finally going to face punishment!

How would he die??

It definitely couldn't be an easy one-hit kill; they needed to unleash all the pent-up anger first.

The major factions all had perfected interrogation techniques for dealing with enemies.

The mysterious demigod, who had sought to take all their merits, would have to spit out everything he had earned, and he would need to contribute his entire life's fortune just to have a chance at death.

Many people even threw out items, sending strange chains flying rapidly toward the mysterious demigod, wrapping around him.

The players were incredibly excited!

Sterl looked at the three deities slowly descending with great vigilance.

Moreover, he suddenly received a prompt: [You are currently affected by the item Binding Chains; you cannot use teleportation skills or log out.]

There was such a thing, and Sterl was somewhat surprised.

However… it was quite normal to be unable to use teleportation skills; even deities could seal them. These players were just wasting their items.

As for being unable to log out during combat, it wouldn't help to force a logout; his character would simply remain in place, turning into a wooden stake, and his account would still be flagged for deletion.

Sterl knew that the next moments would determine whether he could earn merits and whether he would survive to spend them…

He was always prepared to use the [Emergency Escape Device] he had previously upgraded to make a run for it; that thing could not be intercepted even by gods, and it would allow Sterl to save up some Divine Power for ascension to godhood.

Tick-tock…

Sterl heard a drop of sweat fall from his forehead onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

The first two deities to arrive, from Ashen and the Golden Kingdom, locked onto Sterl's position one after the other.

Sterl didn't rush to escape because the third deity still had a chance to act.

He chose to stall for a bit.

With three gods in position, using items was obviously the most profitable move.

However, Sterl also found it strange…

These two gods, who clearly had arrived later than the deity from the Hall of Valor, seemed to have used some secret technique to forcibly accelerate and reach his vicinity.

Was there this much hatred? If there was hatred, it should be directed more toward the Hall of Valor; the losses for these two factions weren't that significant.

Facing the pressure of the two gods, Sterl remained calm and made sarcastic remarks.

Instantly, the players from the Golden Kingdom and Ashen were ecstatic!

They hadn't expected their gods to show such favoritism, hurrying to deliver justice for them.

Plus, that drop of sweat from the mysterious demigod…

They felt…

Incredibly excited!

"Welcome, Great Deity! We implore you to deliver justice!"

"We have never suffered such great humiliation as we have today."

Each player's eyes sparkled with anticipation and joy, and they didn't speak further; it was a sign of respect for the gods. At the same time, they cast cold sneers in Sterl's direction, with some even making gestures of cutting their throats.

Now you're sweating, now you're feeling pressure; where was your fear when you were snatching monsters just a moment ago?

In their eyes…

This man was doomed!

They had seen powerful Supremes before, but the iron law of this world was that gods were not to be offended; no matter how strong you were, facing a deity made you nothing more than an ant!

At this moment, the fear and anxiety radiating from the mysterious demigod were the finest wine for the players from the Golden Kingdom and Ashen—a sensation that was intoxicating.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The two deities walked at a measured pace, each step exuding an inexplicable aura that left all the players present in awe.

Meanwhile, in the distance, more players from the three major factions were flying over. Seeing that the mysterious demigod was about to meet his fate, they had given up on grinding monsters and hurried over to watch the spectacle!

The loss of a little merit by not grinding monsters was a small price to pay to witness the mysterious demigod, who had been so arrogant moments ago, struggling like a dying dog under the hands of true gods, only to ultimately meet his demise. That was simply delightful!

The players showed their respect for the deities by remaining quiet, but their eyes were filled with eager anticipation!

Some even linked arms and hovered in mid-air, pulling out delicacies and wine, preparing to enjoy a meal while taking in the scene. Everyone was overjoyed!

They fixated on the scene near the mysterious demigod—

Each step the god took forward meant that the mysterious demigod was inching closer to death.

Ha ha!

Delightful!

At this moment, Sterl was far too focused to care about the malicious gazes surrounding him.

His body was tense to the extreme, always ready to pull out the escape device from his small world.

Then, in the next second, the ground shook!

The two deities smiled and spoke, "This…"

As the first word left their lips…

All the players from the three factions were entranced.

It felt as if they could already see the mysterious demigod being swiftly captured and meeting a gruesome end.

Some players were so excited they pounded their chests and stamped their feet, gritting their teeth.

"Let's see how you like it for stealing our merits!"

However…

One second passed…

Two seconds passed…

The players could only see the mouths of the two deities moving, yet no actions were taken. What were they doing??

After pondering for a moment, some players reached a conclusion.

Got it!

To kill someone, you must first break their spirit!

At this moment, the mysterious demigod was completely at their mercy; a few taunts were absolutely warranted.

One could only say that the deities knew how to enjoy themselves...

However, after the group of players from the three factions listened carefully to the deities' words, their expressions immediately changed.

"This young friend, your strength and talent are truly the best I have ever seen."

"To have such combat power at the demigod level, your future is limitless."

"It is our fortune, and the fortune of Alpha 8, to discover a talent like you during this expansion event."

"We wonder if we could take a moment to step aside and have a chat."

"Rest assured, we will not bring you any harm. We can first sign a contract in the [Transcendence] system; should there be any breach, your soul will perish."

The two deities approached Sterl, not even flying, and spoke to him with kind expressions.

One of them appeared as an elderly man, while the other took on the form of a proud young man.

Yet now, the elder spoke in a gentle tone, akin to that of a mentor.

The young man's voice was sincere and warm, like that of a peer.

Huh?

What was going on? The originally smug smiles on the faces of the players from the three factions instantly froze, leaving them stunned.

They felt a sense of absurdity.

Could it be that everything that had just happened was a lie? Had they actually fallen into a trap set by the hellish players and those demons, trapped in an illusion?

Otherwise, how could such a ridiculous scene occur?

Although many demigods and Supremes believed this was unlikely—after all, given their resistance to various abnormal states, they would never fall into an illusion for so long without realizing it unless a divine-level demon intervened—

But if it was a divine-level demon, wouldn't it be easier just to eliminate them in an instant? What was the point of going through all the effort to create such an illusion? Moreover, the content of this illusion was…

Way too absurd!

On the battlefield, they could say they were achieving victory after victory, yet their merits were stolen, and the deity who was supposed to deliver justice was siding with the merit thief.

An illusion shouldn't be shifting in this direction.

It made no sense.

Typically, wouldn't the illusion be something that made them believe they were killed, only to truly die?

What was happening before them served no purpose other than to infuriate.

So…

It seemed…

That everything was indeed real??

In an instant, the players from the Golden Kingdom and Ashen wore strange expressions, a sense of betrayal rising within them!

However, the two deities paid no mind to the feelings of their subordinates; their thoughts were of little importance!

What mattered was winning over this talented demigod and pleasing the figures from the two mysterious organizations!

Sterl was also confused; he couldn't quite grasp what these two were up to.

The fact that these deities dared to use the contract provided by the [Transcendence] system meant they probably had no malicious intent.

But why?

Meanwhile, Sterl maintained a calm demeanor as he pondered.

The players from the other factions, especially those from the Golden Kingdom and Ashen, couldn't hold back any longer.

The vast majority of demigods had quickly recognized the situation and chose to remain silent; if their lives were at stake, they could only accept their misfortune.

But there were always some who spoke their minds.

"Great Deity! This person just stole many of our resources; he must return them!"

"Though he has talent, he has also offended us in the Golden Kingdom. If we let him go easily, won't any faction be able to bully us in the future?"

"Great Deity, this person cannot be spared!"

In their excitement, they shouted loudly.

Of course, they were careful not to directly blame the deities; they merely assumed the two were unaware of what had transpired earlier and were now urging them with heartfelt advice.

That way, even if the deities were displeased, they likely wouldn't retaliate against them.

Immediately, the other players in attendance cast grateful glances at these brave souls.

Thank you for voicing our thoughts and taking the heat for us!

These players stood tall, embodying the role of opinion leaders.

Unfortunately…

The situation once again took an unexpected turn for the players of the three factions.

The two deities coldly shot a glance at the speakers, then raised their hands and used their divine authority to pull the vocal players over.

Initially, they intended to crush them, but after a moment's thought, they tossed them in front of Sterl instead.

"Young friend, these individuals aim to disrupt our relationship. How do you propose we handle them?"

Huh?

Huh??

In an instant, all players from the three factions fell silent.

Wasn't this a bit harsh? Did this mysterious demigod deserve such fawning?

It was important to note that the players who had been captured weren't maliciously slandering; they were speaking the truth. In fact, their expressed views were advantageous to the Golden Kingdom and Ashen. Why should they be treated this way?