Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 924 - 597: Finale (Super-Sized - ) (Part 4)

The divine decomposition of the All Things Decomposer washed over again and again.

Once, twice, thrice...

It was a pain as if it was gnawing at bones and grinding the marrow.

The Strongest Evil God couldn't escape; maybe He could break free from the threads of Qin Chu and Moile, but that brief time was enough for the All Things Decomposer to release decomposing power again, and the pain of the soul being crushed, ground, and pierced made it difficult for Him to control His soul to mount effective counterattacks.

This was a pain that step by step approached death.

Qin Chu also did not know how many times his soul had undergone decomposition. He felt his consciousness almost blurred.

This is the mortal will, sometimes stronger than the will of God.

But, it seemed it had reached its limit.

Just at this moment, Qin Chu's soul suddenly glimpsed a gleaming, holy, silvery light, suddenly descending from the sky.

Like a beam of light, it enveloped Qin Chu's soul.

So warm.

The Holy Light Goddess's side was finally over.

Could this be considered a blessing of good fortune?

This was the last thought that emerged in Qin Chu's soul, and the next moment, Qin Chu's consciousness plunged into darkness.

Before consciousness fell into darkness, Qin Chu heard the mournful wail of the Strongest Evil God's soul being burned, he saw... the scorching Holy Fire, burning.

...

No one knows how long it passed.

It's still that void, still that cage.

Tiny Lucia remained curled up in a corner of the cage, slender hands hugging her knees.

Her expression was somewhat dismal, somewhat sad.

Just upon her chest, a gentle white light was flickering, within the light was a gray-black mist, a fragment of a soul...

She was using her own power to nurture this severely damaged soul, the power of faith slowly intertwining, slowly mending the soul's damaged traces.

This would be a long process; even Lucia did not know how long it would take, ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years?

But, she would always wait.

"Shaye, how are they... doing?" the residual soul on the chest sent a weak ripple.

"They're doing fine, your women are alright, they're preparing the wedding, preparing the bridal gown, waiting for you to come back." Lucia's face showed a gentle smile: 'For them, you must get better quickly.'

"What about Father God?"

"Fallen."

"Moile?"

"She's injured too, but... better than you."

"The All Things Decomposer..."

"Exiled!"

"I see..."

"You've worked hard." Lucia extended a finger, gently poking the soul floating before her chest: "You saved this world, what reward do you want? I can fulfill you."

"If you, what then?"

The pale little face instantly blushes, the slim finger lightly poking the incomplete soul: "Even now thinking of such things, you better rest well, really."

"Haha..."

The residual soul seemed to let out a light laugh, then fell silent again; he was really tired, he really just wanted to sleep well.

But... I promise you!

...

This is a world completely different from the Sky Dome Continent.

A towering figure appeared in a corridor, his expression somewhat confused, looking at the towering skyscrapers ahead, looking at the cars racing on the smooth road, everything familiar yet vague.

His expression was a bit dumbfounded, blurred.

Then his expression slowly began to change, from initial daze gradually turning into intense excitement, even madness, and he greedily gasped for air.

The next second, like a madman, he began to laugh maniacally.

"My brother, we finally, finally came to this world, Earth, did you see, we succeeded, we succeeded." The man roared with excitement, proclaiming to the other self that no longer existed within his body.

Soon, he would become the master of this world, all the life in this world would be his slaves.

In this world without extraordinary power, he, the Demon King, Nagjelo, is the eternal ruler.

"Hey, buddy, stop laughing, it's not good, people will think you're nuts."

Just then, a somewhat speechless yet troubled voice suddenly came from in front, cutting off Nagjelo's laughter.

The laughter stops abruptly.

Nagjelo finally lowered his high-raised head, bewildered, looking ahead, it's a polite young man wearing something referred to as glasses on his face.

While holding a document.

"Who are you?" Nagjelo asked in a muffled voice, this little one dared to interrupt his enjoyment, he decided, from this man, he will start conquering this world.

"Ah, hello, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself, I'm from the Earth Transmigrators Management Association, you're a transmigrator from a Different World, right? First, register, then receive an ID card..."

"In our world, an ID card is mandatory, understand, without an ID card, you can't even use the internet cafe..."

"Ah, also, remember some rules, first, you can't use power casually in front of ordinary people, first warning, second fine, third expulsion."

"Secondly, without being actively harmed, do not hurt any ordinary people."

"Third, using techniques like Magic, Illusion Technique, Witchcraft, Immortal Technique, Magic to create gold, silver, diamond money will disrupt the market economy."

"Fourth, every month you need to report to the transmigrator management association, report the things you did this month, receive the association inspection..."

"Fifth... don't fly drunk."

Nagjelo's fists were already clenched tight, with veins bulging on his forehead, damn it, I'm here to be the Demon King, to conquer the world.

Where on earth are there so many rules going on?

Seeing the young man before him still rambling on, seemingly not able to stop without a half-hour, Nagjelo couldn't take it anymore: "Shut up, I'm the Demon King..."

Accompanied by roars, in extreme excitement, and extremely irritable state, Nagjelo reached out sharp claws towards the young man in front of him, seemingly wanting to directly crush the man's head.

But, the young man showed no fear of this scene, he just sighed a little helplessly, then clapped his hands.

Splat.

Nagjelo's sturdy and massive body instantly transformed into a thin sheet of paper, tossed casually, and a flame flared up on the paper, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, took a deep drag:

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Just then, the youth seemed to sense something, adjusted his glasses atop his nose, eyes gazing at the sky above: "No way, another transmigrator already? Huh? Seems it's a fellow, well, if it's a fellow, not so many rules."

Then his expression grew increasingly odd: "Wait, not one... two, three, five, seven, nine, twelve... ten..."

"My god, how many women did this fellow bring back from a Different World?"

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