CHAPTER 44: A CASUAL 1 V 10!

"He’s the most dangerous of all. A soul cannot be harmed by physical force or Qi-based attacks. Only a soul-type technique can reach it... and that monster has mastered every form of soul technique—offense, defense, suppression, cultivation, sealing... everything. If I get found out by him, it’s over."

He had to move carefully.

No one could know he had died. No one. Not even the God of Reincarnation, who, despite being a friend, might throw him into a random, insignificant mortal plane simply out of paranoia. A place drenched in Qi instead of Mana.

"If the world I land in has Mana, then everything is already set in place. But if not... then I’ll just have to bend it to my will."

He knew he would try to lay low.

But the moment he started growing stronger again—and he would—attention would return. Suspicion would rise. The gods and their angelic servants might overlook him at first, but they would always keep one eye open.

"No mistake. Not even a sliver of error is allowed. A single crack... and everything ends."

His breath exhaled slowly, crimson particles flickering in the air like stardust.

"After reincarnation... I will own this universe. I will chase those gods down one by one, steal their talents, and take everything they ever held dear. I will become the god of all talent. And then... I’ll face the God of Qi himself."

"If he has a superior... I will find them."

"And I will be the only god left standing."

His gaze turned to the temple walls around him.

"My body is no longer fully compatible with Mana... I used Qi before I created Mana, so the Dao laws still cling to me like a disease. But when I return—those rules will not apply anymore. I was never meant to be beneath anyone."

With a gust of wind that bowed the walls of his temple, Ileus soared through the upper gate.

The air trembled.

He emerged outside.

And there they were.

The Nine Supreme Gods, waiting in formation, their presence overwhelming... and insignificant.

He floated calmly above them, descending just enough to be within earshot—but not low enough to be on equal ground.

A smug smile curled at his lips.

"Succubus Queen," he said, voice like velvet and thunder all at once, "You are still as alluring and enticing as ever."

The one he spoke to—the embodiment of seduction—pouted in a way that no mortal could resist. Her eyes shimmered like stardust in a sea of sin.

The other gods scowled.

They had been completely ignored.

Disrespected.

Treated like insects.

Forgotten.

Their anger spiked, and their hearts surged with killing intent.

"Let’s see if he still has that stupid smile when we corner him at death’s door." – the God of Light muttered coldly.

"I’ll disfigure his face myself. Rip that smile off with my sword." – vowed the God of War, his greatblade vibrating slightly with unspent fury.

Meanwhile, the Succubus Queen smiled sweetly.

Not just with her lips... but with her soul.

Her body shifted subtly, hips swaying with centuries of trained perfection. Her voice dripped like honey mixed with poison, her aura enchanting even the sturdiest minds.

’Now... fall into my trap, you proud fool. If I get you now, killing you will be effortless.’

’Sex,’ she whispered inwardly, ’is the king of all innate desires. It blinds the eyes, binds the will, and sways the strongest of men. You will not resist me. Not now. Not ever.’

She began murmuring her mental incantation—ancient and seductive, a spell of allure designed to fracture his reason and rip open his instincts.

Then, with a laugh so soft and sweet it could break nations, she responded aloud:

"And I know... this bold Lord of mine doesn’t just want to look. We can do far more than that... right here, right now, if you like." Her voice sang like the call of destiny, low and tempting.

Her big breasts bounced slightly as she swayed forward, her body a work of divine temptation.

The sight could have slain armies.

And it nearly did.

Even the other gods, long familiar with her charms, found their throats tightening. They gulped. Their expressions betrayed the truth—they had fallen for this countless times before.

And now, all eyes turned to Ileus.

Would he fall for it too?

Ileus simply smiled, remaining silent.

He already knew—by now, her first attack had been sent.

If he hadn’t blocked it in time, he would have become her puppet. A mindless slave with only one desire: to touch her, please her, worship her—for a fleeting chance at sex. That was the power of the Succubus Queen.

Among all the Supreme gods gathered here, there were four he considered even slightly worth watching out for.

First was the God of Light.

Second, the Succubus Queen—the Goddess of Sex, Temptation, and Dual Cultivation.

Third, the God of Darkness.

And lastly, the God of War.

They were relentless, proud, and terrifying when provoked. These four—if pushed far enough—would chase their sworn enemy even into hell itself.

The God of War’s tactics? Simplicity.

No strategy. No planning. No mind games.

Just overwhelming brute force and raw, refined power. That was his way.

He believed that schemes and tricks were the tools of mortals, of the weak. To him, those who relied on tactics had already admitted inferiority.

"Why play a game when you can break the board?"

Meanwhile, the God of Darkness and God of Light were the complete opposite. They were the kings of intellect and foresight. Cold, meticulous, impossibly prepared.

Every word, every movement, every breath they took in battle had been calculated.

They were both of the angel race—but on opposite ends.

The God of Light was a high-ranking white-winged angel.

The God of Darkness... a fallen angel.

He was Lucifer himself.

They rarely got provoked—but if someone dared insult their pride, they would not stop until blood was paid in full.

The Succubus Queen, on the other hand, was a different kind of danger.