Thud… thud… thud…

The sinner trudged across the desolate wilderness. Like a ball chained to his ankle clinking against steps, the sound echoed endlessly in the infinite void.

If walking toward the divine realm was called a pilgrimage, then his path now was its utter opposite. He knew no destination, felt no fatigue or hunger, and moved forward like a machine, step after endless step.

The earth stretched endlessly. The sky was an untouchable eternity. Here, merely existing tainted everything with defilement. He would walk endlessly until his redemption was complete.

“…ROAR!!!!!!”

He lifted his head to the gloomy sky, slowly opened his mouth, and roared with every ounce of strength. The sound carried across the entire plain. This wasn’t frustration—it was a signal.

—A declaration that he had arrived.

Rustle rustle rustle…

In response, the barren soil at his feet split open. A massive black shadow surged up, coiling tightly around his body. Fangs sank unhesitatingly into his neck. It was a giant black serpent, its scales gleaming metallically.

“ROAR!!!” He bellowed in fury, broke free with a slight effort, grabbed the serpent, and tore it apart. Blood sprayed, staining his black form crimson. Unfazed, he tossed the twitching corpse aside and kept walking.

The bite wound healed instantly, leaving no trace.

This was the king who walked the earth!

Unrivaled.

But this was only the beginning. As the serpent’s blood soaked the ground, more beings emerged. Like sharks scenting blood, they lost all reason, their crimson eyes fixed solely on the colossal figure.

No fear. No hesitation. Death was the only outcome here.

Several Defiled Gods pounced, inflicting wounds with teeth and claws in brutal desperation.

“ROOOOAR!!!!!!” He roared. His pitch-black armor melted away, revealing an orange-red glow that nearly lit the plain. After the light faded, all clinging Defiled Gods were charred to ash. His form transformed: two massive hooks extended from his arms, his body streamlined into the ultimate killing machine.

This was the complete form of the Deity named Galsis. Born to kill all that walked the land, he would slaughter endlessly until the sky fell and the earth crumbled.

More Defiled Gods rushed in, drawn by blood. They knew no fear or pain, throwing themselves into the slaughter like moths to a flame. Only when he stood alone, with no Defiled Gods left within a thousand miles, would it stop.

The feast had only just begun.

Thus, the sunless wilderness witnessed its grandest war. Monster roars intertwined, venting primal rage and desire.

Time lost all meaning. When he came to his senses, exhaustion gripped him like never before. His once-inexhaustible power drained away. The faint orange glow on his body flickered weakly, like a dying bulb.

A massive gash gaped on his chest, revealing stark white bones. Fangs pierced his arm; bird-like feathers stuck in his thigh. His armor was battered and scarred, not a single piece intact.

The land was soaked crimson. The reek of gore overwhelmed all other smells. Clotted and flowing blood covered everything; corpses and blood were all that met the eye. A brutal scene built from Defiled God corpses. Yet, he was the only one who saw it.

All who dared face him had fallen. With unrivaled power, he had proven himself the mightiest king of this earth.

“Huff…” He slowly exhaled, lifted his head deliberately, compressed his lungs, and unleashed his most satisfying roar yet:

“ROOOOOOOOAR!!!!!!!!”

After a brief rest, the glow faded. His wounds healed gradually. He walked toward the earth’s end. Only there would he meet other “kings.” This path had no end—fall or move forward, no other choice.

But after a few steps, the world slowed. Everything turned gray. Past a certain point, it shattered abruptly.

Yue Ge jolted upright, hands covering his face, and took a deep breath.

“What… was that just now?”

He stared blankly at his hands. The feeling of immense power still lingered. He could replicate those actions if he wished. This wasn’t just a dream; Yue Ge saw clearly—the uncrowned king, the earth-shattering monster, was Galsis, whom he had killed.

In that space, he witnessed Galsis’s true power. That Galsis was infinitely stronger than the real one. Luck must have played a huge part in his victory.

Yue Ge shook his head, pushing those thoughts away. It didn’t matter; he was alive. He scanned his surroundings but didn’t recognize the place. It looked like the Organization’s lab, identical in decor. He sat on an examination table, with incomprehensible machines beside him, their control panels still lit.

…

Could they be conducting some weird human experiment on him?

Yue Ge shuddered and banished the thought. His clothes were different now—who had changed them? He felt remarkably good, even better than before. His Death Aura was now so abundant he could cover his entire body without external sources.

Though Galsis had been forcibly awakened and weakened, he was still a Deity. The remnants of his aura Yue Ge absorbed were substantial. Yue Ge had gotten a huge windfall.

Before he could decide what to do next, the door swung open. Someone walked in.

Yue Ge glanced over naturally, then froze like a broken machine, mouth agape.

It was Bai Ya, fresh from a shower, her hair still damp. She wore only a loose shirt, unbuttoned, revealing more than intended. One glance, and he saw everything—there was no denying it.

Then, their eyes met…