CHAPTER 141: WHAT IT MEANS, TO BE GOD

Name: Adam Black

Level: 10

Race: Human/Demon

Devotees of Chaos: 59,000 [100 exp daily]

Talent: Gatekeeper

Talent Tier: SSS-Tier

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[Stats]

Strength: 13 + 5

Speed: 10 + 5

Vitality: 14 + 5

Intelligence: 10 + 5

Health Points: 150/150 + 50

Energy Points: 40/40

Experience Points: 13,750/11,200

Corruption: 1%

Universal Fragments: 0

Dark Fragments: 0

Blood Fragments: 0

Limitless Fragments: 0

Solinthar Fragments: 1,330

Orc Fragments: 12

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[Skills]

Name: Door

Status: Upgradeable

Tier: C

Cost: 1 EP

Proficiency: 30%

Technique: Doorpost

Name: Blood Pact

Status: Upgradeable

Tier: A

Cost: 10 HP

Proficiency: 0%

Name: Might of Man

Status: Upgradeable

Tier: C

Cost: Nil

Proficiency: 100%

Name: Berserk Mode

Status: Fixed

Tier: C

Cost: Nil

Proficiency: 100%

Name: Blood Ignition

Status: Upgradeable

Tier: B

Cost: 10% HP

Proficiency: 0%

Name: Crimson Threads

Status: Upgradeable

Tier: B

Cost: 1 HP per thread

Proficiency: 0%

Name: Angel

Status: Upgradeable

Tier: B

Cost: 3 EP

Proficiency: 0%

Name: Omen Pulse

Status: Fixed

Tier: B

Cost: 5 EP

Proficiency: 0%

Name: Corrupted Growth

Status: Fixed

Tier: A

Cost: 10 EP

Proficiency: 0%

Name: Magic Acumen

Status: Fixed

Tier: SS

Cost: Nil

Proficiency: 100%

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[Territory]

Solinthar Empire [Living Realm]

Perk: +5 to all Stats & +50 Health Points

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Fear and respect are two sides of a coin, just like good and evil. Both cannot be separated, and I have come to understand that fully.

One cannot excel while trying to balance the scale. Instead, one must be invested in a single path and draw out the full benefits of that pathway.

All this while, I tried to create a fair balance between respect and fear—and that’s why my growth rate has reduced drastically.

If I had slaughtered everyone among Queen Emma’s guards and forced her to submit completely, I would’ve been able to save that empire.

Instead, I gave her a choice—a choice that should never have existed in the first place.

According to my current stats, my soul was only 1% corrupted, but that was all the system needed to consider me a demon.

But of course, the system’s opinion has never mattered to me.

With that title came the [Devotees of Chaos]. According to the system, for every 50,000 people who fall into this category, I gain a bonus of 100 experience points a day.

It may be small now, but I’m a long-sighted person. It would take more than a few people to make a man a god.

The power of faith or fear must be accumulated across realms.

Planets must build temples dedicated to me, and trillions of people of all races spanning the boundless galaxy must come to fear my name.

"I know what I must do now," I let out a heavy sigh with my eyes still shut tight.

The stench of flesh and blood filled the air, but I didn’t mind. A small smile played on my lips as I enjoyed the comfy throne these kings had in their tents.

The blend of cushions and steel—soft yet firm—was exactly what I needed to deal with this back pain. Apparently, getting stabbed in the back numerous times leaves you with a stinging ache.

Slowly, my eyes opened to the world before me. Corpses were stacked up, and I’d placed the throne on them.

I refused to sit on the same level as these weaklings.

At the bottom of the small corpse hill were two familiar obese figures kneeling, blood streaming down their faces and their hair disheveled.

King Kaelus Dreadmourne and King Tiberion Ashvane had their heads lowered as their bodies trembled in fear.

Never did it cross their minds that their own soldiers would be the ones to brutalize them and force them to their knees, in the presence of the man they were supposed to kill.

Dozens of meters away, soldiers from different kingdoms watched with terror in their eyes.

They wanted to know what would become of the men they once called kings.

They wanted to know what kind of person I am.

"I gave you a chance to join hands with me and wipe out the elves, orcs, and every other subrace on the planet," I began.

"I gave you the chance to make humanity the one true power in this world..."

Murmurs.

Everyone began whispering amongst themselves at my words. Clearly, this was not what their kings had told them.

"Yet you chose to kill the only one capable of protecting humanity," I continued.

"You attempted to murder the Great One—destined to bring the golden age of humanity. This is not just a crime against me, it is a crime against humanity!"

Murmurs erupted, much fiercer than before.

Their anger and rage began building as they realized their friends and families had died trying to kill the only man who could save them.

A small smile played on my lips as I looked to the left.

There was a woman tied and forced to kneel on the corpses.

She had snow-white hair down to her eyelashes and unusually pale skin. She was petite, fragile, and had a helpless look that would naturally make a man want to protect her.

Strapped to her waist was a jade flute with a golden spiral design that made it eye-catching.

"Beautiful," I confessed.

Even after living 99 lives, I had never come across someone who could make my heart beat faster.

She reminded me of Queen Emma. However, the difference between the two was something I couldn’t understand.

Both were equally beautiful, but there was something spiritual about this girl’s beauty.

[Information Acquired]

[Name:] Reina

[Race:] Human

[Age:] 19

[Status:] Patroness Saint of Purity & Peace

She raised her gaze to meet mine. Her snow-white eyes peered into the darkness within mine.

Just by looking into my eyes, the world seemed to vanish, and only the two of us existed.

I had the urge to grab her and taste every part of her body—even with tens of thousands of people watching.

But I didn’t, because I’m not an animal controlled by lust.

My gaze scanned through her stats until I found something that stood out.

"Patron Saint..." I frowned at the words, but before I could delve deeper, I was interrupted.

"Spare us... We will follow you!" King Kaelus cried out, and my calm gaze twisted in rage.

My gaze shifted to the kings and a mocking smile spread across my lips.

"And what about the people who died fighting for you? Does that mean they died in vain?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bam!

I rose to my feet, looking down on the two kings.

"A thousand people fell at my hands today because of your stupidity. The least you can do is show sincerity and die with them." I snarled disdainfully.

Bam!

I grabbed Reina by the ropes binding her hands and lifted her off the ground effortlessly, but even then, she didn’t make a sound. She was quiet and didn’t even struggle.

I glanced at her for a few seconds before turning to the army below.

"Tie their heads and limbs to horses and ride until you rip them apart."

Buzz!

Everyone shuddered at my words.

"Send their body parts to all six kingdoms with these words: You have one week to kneel at my feet in Solinthar or suffer the same fate."

Saying this, I turned to leave—but stopped halfway and looked back at the soldiers, who flinched just from my gaze.

"Keep their heads. I promised to return to Solinthar with their heads."

With that, I turned around and slowly descended the corpse hill with a satisfied smile on my face.