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

"He... is he trying to destroy this world?!"

Everyone froze once again, their hands halted mid-motion. One by one, they looked up, stunned, at the dozens of meteors with long fiery tails streaking across the sky. A single thought suddenly flashed in their minds.

Fifty Celestial Stars—each one powerful enough to severely injure a god. Such strength could only mean one thing: Hades was not trying to destroy the world, he was the world's end itself. Was he truly not an upper-tier god who had escaped the world's limits?

How could a mere god of weak Divine Power do something of this scale? For a moment, all the gods who were fighting ceased their actions. Their eyes were fixed on the meteors, desperately trying to convince themselves that these were just illusions.

But the overwhelming, bone-chilling power of the meteors shattered their doubts. This wasn't an illusion; it was reality—true meteors, falling from the sky, carrying with them the terrifying force to annihilate the world!

"What should we do now?"

One of the gods from the Ashen faction felt a deep sense of hopelessness. If even those five gods, who had worked together seamlessly and commanded Mixed Divine Power, were effortlessly slaughtered by this monster, then anyone attempting to stop him would surely be a joke. This creature's ability to slaughter gods was truly a piece of cake!

Moreover, the gods from Orichalcum were closely watching them. Any movement on their part would surely be intercepted and hindered. Then again, it wasn't certain. If the target of the attack was Hades, they might even be delighted rather than obstructive.

It was easy to predict: any gods who tried to provoke Hades wouldn't even last ten seconds.

The Celestial Stars, which made even gods feel powerless, would be even more overwhelming for the lower-tier soldiers on the battlefield. As the meteors rapidly descended, they filled the soldiers' vision, blotting out the sky.

In that moment, even the most resilient soldiers broke. Their spirits shattered as they screamed in panic, some fleeing in all directions without a second thought. Others, overwhelmed by terror, began to turn their weapons on their own comrades, desperate to release the fear and horror gripping their hearts.

But most of them stood frozen, their eyes glazed over, weapons falling from their hands. It was as if their very life force had been drained, and they crumpled to their knees with a thud, their heads lifted to the sky to meet the scorching waves of heat.

Boom!!!

Fifty meteors fell from the sky, each one carrying with it the power of Star Power and Divine Power from an Ascend to Godhood state. The Celestial Stars, now indistinguishable from real meteors, struck the battlefield with pinpoint precision. The impact instantly annihilated tens of millions of soldiers, turning them into dust, their bodies disintegrating and vanishing into ash.

Endless Flame erupted from the Celestial Stars, surging out as if fifty terrifying volcanoes had erupted on the battlefield. At the same time, the immense damage from this Flame overflowed, pushing Starlight Spray to its maximum potential. Coupled with the effects of Cursed Vision, the entire battlefield was soon engulfed by the inferno.

In an instant, millions of soldiers were reduced to nothingness. The combined force of the Celestial Stars and Starlight Spray was simply beyond the means of these low-tier soldiers to withstand.

At this moment, the vast battlefield was silent except for the roar of the Flame spreading. The screams and wails of millions of soldiers were completely smothered and blocked by the unrelenting Flame.

The gods in the sky could only watch as soldiers, like dry grass caught in a wildfire, withered and melted away in the flames. Even those at the outermost edge of the Celestial Stars' range were quickly consumed by the spreading fire. The soldiers, struggling in the flames, tried desperately to extinguish them, but their efforts were in vain. Soon, they collapsed motionless, their bodies disintegrating, until they too became a part of the Flame, vanishing from this world.

Sterl took a deep breath, gazing down at the apocalyptic scene below. To be honest, this was the first time he had wiped out so many lives. However, he felt no discomfort or remorse.

As he had thought, these beings weren't truly dead—they had simply become nourishment for his own growth. As long as he remained alive, all the lives he had destroyed would leave their mark within him.

After all, death was never the end—forgetting was.

Moreover, this world was a world where the strong preyed upon the weak. He grew stronger, and with that strength, he could do anything, rewrite any history. Likewise, if a stronger being killed him due to his own lack of power, he would hold no grudges. There would only be a sense of regret, but no resentment. This was reality.

With a calm mind, he focused and gathered his Soul's Power, preparing himself for the backlash from the souls he had just consumed.

The next moment, the Soul Devourer Sphere in his hand suddenly erupted with an incredibly blinding light. Immediately, from within the vast sea of flames, struggling souls, clawing and howling in pain, were forcibly drawn into the Soul Devourer Sphere. Tens of millions of souls, as if entering a realm of ghosts, were drawn together in a shadow that blotted out the sky.

These souls instinctively struggled, attempting to break free from the control of the Soul Devourer Sphere. Each time they resisted, their energy slammed against Sterl's own soul.

However, Sterl had already prepared for this. His soul stood like a towering mountain, unwavering as these souls relentlessly crashed into it. Even though the number of souls flooding into the Soul Devourer Sphere was many times greater than before, and the backlash was much stronger, the most it did was cause his soul to tremble slightly—there was no real effect.

This was the difference in soul strength and quality. Just like when he absorbed the five divine souls earlier—though the number was small, the impact on his soul was far from negligible, though the duration of the backlash was much shorter.

Of course, what Sterl didn't know was that the strength of his soul had already reached an absurdly monstrous level. Even the soul shocks that would have shattered an upper-tier god's soul barely caused him any harm.

If his soul hadn't been this strong, the Soul Devourer Sphere would not have been left gathering dust in a corner. It would have been used, without a doubt, and certainly wouldn't have ended up in the hands of someone like Sterl, an outsider.

Long ago, the gods of Orichalcum had lost interest and hope in the Soul Devourer Sphere. Even for gods of powerful Divine Power, using it was more of a loss than a gain. Only the mightiest of gods might truly unlock its potential.

However, the mighty gods were always elusive, legends that could hardly be grasped, their appearances rare to the point of myth. Even the founders of Orichalcum, who had once been its rulers, had long since vanished. Thus, the Soul Devourer Sphere had gradually become nothing more than a relic.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As fifty Celestial Stars fell, nearly annihilating an entire army of millions, Sterl had obliterated at least three to four million lives, if not more. Within the Soul Devourer Sphere, countless souls were trapped and rapidly refined under its power.

Sterl had initially believed that the speed of soul refinement would increase indefinitely, but now it was clear that this was not the case. With more than three million souls accumulated inside the Soul Devourer Sphere, he could distinctly feel that the refining speed had reached its limit. No matter how many more souls poured in, the speed of refinement remained unchanged.

As long as the Soul Devourer Sphere continued refining, his soul would face a constant barrage of impact. For an ordinary god, this would be unbearable. But for Sterl, such a strain was nothing. He could easily endure it without any trouble.

Once the output from the Celestial Stars had been fully unleashed and the Starlight Spray ceased, the hellish sea of flames on the battlefield gradually faded away. Along with it, the massive army of cannon fodder also vanished.

In the swampy land, the army that had once swarmed like ants was now completely gone. In the central area, besides the swamp itself, which was still protected by damage immunity, and the monsters lingering there, not a single soul could be seen.

In addition, dozens of giant craters, formed by the impact of the Celestial Stars, had scarred the land. These craters spanned a vast area of several dozen miles, and the entire terrain had sunk by at least a hundred meters, leaving behind a massive, gaping pit in the earth.

Of course, even though the entire army of five to six million, mostly made up of second class and third class soldiers, had been decimated, they were not so easily erased. On the outermost edges, where the fifty Celestial Stars had covered, a few fortunate souls had somehow survived. There were still several hundred thousand left, though most of them bore significant injuries. Even those who had lived through the ordeal did not feel joy or relief. Instead, they stood or sat in a daze, their eyes unfocused and their minds blank.

Some were frozen in place, standing rigidly, while others slumped down without any dignity, their eyes vacant as they stared at nothing in particular. Their minds had gone completely numb.

Perhaps, even for those who managed to survive, they would become little more than walking corpses—forever haunted by the apocalyptic scene they had just witnessed. Until their mental will completely shattered, until they lost all consciousness and died.

After all, such a scene was simply too terrifying! An entire army of several million, five to six million soldiers, had just vanished right before their eyes!

Faintly, they seemed to still see the tragic spectacle—the soldiers struggling and screaming in the endless sea of flames after the Celestial Stars exploded. It was a scene far more horrifying than any hell they could have imagined, a nightmare on a scale they couldn't fathom!

"Devil! You're a devil! A demon!!"

"Run, the devil has come! The devil has descended upon the world!"

"This is the Grief of the World! The Grief of the Gods! This world... is finished!!"