Chapter 80 | Almighty Elon!
Chapter 80: 80 | Almighty Elon!
[Name: ’204th New God’ (Eternal Title)]
[Class: Eternal]
[Info: The 204th person to reach the end and conquer the EX-Rank battle in the Culling Game.]
[Title Abilities:]
1. Divine Halo: All Godscions possess a tiny trace of diluted divinity. You are divinity itself. Create a divine halo around you to intimidate others, exorcise ghosts, demons, or other divine entities.
2. God Summon: Summon a phantom avatar of a god in your own image. (Cooldown: 1 month)
3. Godscion Bestowment: Can bestow Godscion Titles to other players. (0/3)
4. Respawn: After creating your altar, you can respawn at that altar after your death. (Cooldown: 1 month)
5. Divine Ascension: When the time comes to ascend, your divinity won’t be restricted by this lower realm and only by the system.
Andrew stepped into Heaven’s Domain, and the familiar feeling hit him right away. It was like his body got ripped apart, atom by atom, scattered everywhere, then stitched back together. He’d been through it enough times to expect it, but it always made his skin crawl. When he opened his eyes, pale morning light washed over him.
Cool air brushed his skin. In the distance, he saw the forest where he’d taken down twenty players not long ago.
He stood there, thinking about Monica. Lately, an idea had been growing in his head. She wasn’t a Godscion.
Without waiting, he triggered one of his newest abilities—the title he’d just earned: the 204th New God, Eternal Class.
A strange pressure surged inside him the moment he used it. He quickly jumped onto a thick tree branch, crossed his legs, and steadied himself. His focus sharpened as he activated the title’s power.
[Godscion Bestowment]
The second the skill activated, Andrew felt something violent tear loose inside him, like an invisible piece of himself had been ripped away. His awareness shot upward at terrifying speed. In less than a blink, he found himself somewhere completely different.
Mist.
That’s all he could see.
A gray, endless world of swirling mist stretched in every direction.
Thick clouds drifted and shifted around him, changing shape without any clear pattern.
The place felt heavenly, like he’d risen above the mortal world. When he looked down, he could see the world below from an impossible height, almost like a god staring at a whole planet.
But he couldn’t focus on any single thing. It was as if this place existed outside normal reality, a separate dimension.
Andrew turned slowly, scanning the mist-filled space. Every inch was gray, the clouds moving like living smoke. A question popped into his head.
’Where am I?’
Right away, the mist in front of him swirled and gathered. The clouds twisted and shaped themselves until huge words appeared.
[Where am I?]
He froze.
Then, as if reacting to his shock, a smaller patch of mist shifted nearby and formed a single symbol.
[?]
Andrew frowned. After a few seconds, another thought surfaced.
’Can I control these clouds with my thoughts?’
Again, the mist responded instantly.
[Can I control these misty clouds with my mind?]
The words spread across the gray sky.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
"So I really can..."
Excitement flooded through him, and a new idea bloomed. Instantly, the whole gray world began to shake. The endless mist started changing.
Huge waves of golden light burst across the realm as the clouds transformed. In the center of the shifting heavens, a giant throne materialized behind Andrew.
Not just behind him, he suddenly found himself sitting on it.
It was a magnificent throne made of pure gold, covered in glittering jewels, diamonds, and ornaments that glowed with divine majesty.
The world around him kept shifting. The gray heavens turned radiant gold, the clouds becoming pillars of shimmering light. It looked like the throne room of a supreme god.
But as the transformation deepened, Andrew’s face twisted.
An overwhelming wave of exhaustion crashed down on him.
His body trembled. Chaotic pressure pounded against his mind. It felt like his very life was draining away just to keep the change going.
He canceled it immediately.
The golden throne vanished. The world snapped back to the endless gray mist.
Andrew breathed out heavily, chest heaving.
"So I can reshape this place..."
His eyes gleamed with understanding.
This realm was his. It was his divine domain, the personal space of a New God. As the 204th New God, this place was his authority made real—where his will was law.
The reason he couldn’t fully change it was simple. He was too weak. His divine power wasn’t nearly enough to hold changes that big. But the knowledge alone thrilled him.
After calming himself, Andrew focused again and activated Godscion Bestowment once more. This time, instead of experimenting, he spoke a name.
"Monica..."
His voice echoed through the endless mist.
"Monica Aurelia Vesper..."
The clouds trembled.
"Monica Aurelia Vesper."
The whole realm vibrated softly.
"Monica Aurelia Vesper."
The moment he called her name the third time, the space in front of him twisted. A figure appeared. Monica stood right there.
Her eyes went wide with confusion. She spun around frantically, staring at the endless gray heavens, unable to grasp where she was.
"W-Where am I...?" Panic edged her voice.
Andrew watched from above, completely hidden. His body was wrapped in brilliant divine light, streams of radiance covering every feature. From Monica’s view, all she could see was a majestic humanoid figure seated high up, cloaked in blinding brightness. She couldn’t make out his face.
She stepped back, voice shaking. "Who... who are you?!"
Andrew looked down at her from his hidden spot, and a faint smile formed behind the light.
He slowly rose from the towering golden throne, his figure still completely hidden beneath the divine glow.
S tanding in that endless sea of shifting mist, a sudden, awkward thought struck him. He hadn’t figured out what name to use. If he was going to act like a god in front of Monica, he couldn’t use his real identity. He stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking. Then a random name popped up in his mind.
His voice thundered across the heavenly realm, full of authority.
"I am... Almighty Elon."
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