Raising all of humanity: Starting with a backyard pool world

Chapter 57 [The Black Flames of Struggle and the Gate of Ascension]

Southern wilderness.

The newly reborn Demon King's Palace is like a giant beast coiled on the scars of the earth.

The Black Tide Monarch sat on a throne carved from the head of an ancient behemoth, and he too felt the changes in the world.

The Black Tide Monarch scoffed at this.

One locked divine power within the mountain, creating a complex ladder of advancement.

It breaks down knowledge into countless fragments and establishes a rigorous control system.

Forging and knowledge.

In his eyes, these are all tools of the weak, means for losers to prolong their lives.

His will swept across his Demon King's Palace, and the souls drawn to him by his power were filled with a primal desire for destruction.

They don't need complicated tools or profound knowledge.

All they need to do is sharpen their claws and engage in an eternal struggle.

They devour each other in the struggle, and evolve through devouring.

This is the purest and truest form of power.

The world's rejection of him grew stronger day by day.

This made him feel a little annoyed.

He could resist, but that would be a waste of energy.

Since Lynch and Thea have both chosen to forge their own paths, he cannot fall behind.

One's own legacy is not so fragile; tools and knowledge only allow the weak to survive, and the very existence of the weak is an insult to the strong.

He wanted to create a brutal crucible that could select the truly strong.

The Black Tide Monarch rose from his throne and walked towards the deepest part of the Demon King's Palace.

It was a primitive cave that had not yet been completely transformed by divine power.

The Black Tide Monarch walked into the center of the cave and plunged the [War Totem] on his shoulder into the earth.

"Boom—" The entire Demon King's Palace trembled.

The totem sank into the ground, leaving only a small, menacing bone tip.

Centered on the totem, the abyssal rifts spread out in all directions, from which the black tide power he had initially obtained surged forth.

The divine power belonging to "War and Abyss" is contained within the power of the Black Tide.

The power of the Black Tide compressed all the chaos and carnage into an infinitely small point.

"Burn." The Black Tide Monarch uttered a single word.

That singularity of will, compressed to its extreme, blossomed under the ignition of his divine power.

Dark flames rose from the top of the [War Totem].

This flame was only the size of a fist, had no heat, and would even devour light.

silent.

At the very moment of birth, all the souls in Ashem who had an extreme desire for power deep within their hearts, regardless of where they were or what race they were, felt a tremor in the depths of their souls.

A call from the abyss.

The Black Tide Lord looked down at this masterpiece called the "Eternal Struggle Black Flame".

Willpower, pulsating with the black flame, resounded throughout the continent.

"Can you feel it? The hunger deep within your souls."

"Come to my Demon King's Palace, step into this black flame."

"This fire will scorch your souls, forcing you to confront the endless illusions of war."

"If you can withstand the impact of this will, your souls will be forged and you will gain fragments of power."

"If your will breaks down in the test, your souls will become new fuel for this black fire, making it burn even brighter."

"The strong live, the weak die. This is the true meaning of struggle."

"I will wait in a higher world for the victor who will eventually cross the sea of ​​fire and stand before me."

The meeting has ended.

The Black Tide Monarch took one last look at the ever-burning black flame before turning and leaving the cave.

He has done all he could.

All that remains is to wait for those moths driven by desire to fly into this flame that can burn everything.

......

An old house in the countryside, on a rattan chair.

Xu opened his eyes, a satisfied look on his face.

"Beautiful," he exclaimed sincerely.

The three new gods laid out three distinct yet perfect "paths to transcendence" for the mortals of the world of Ashem.

Lynch's Craftsman's Sacred Mountain represents "order" and "craftsmanship".

It is a rigorous, sunlit road that requires learning and hard work to climb step by step.

Thea's arcane network represents "knowledge" and "rules".

It is an open underlying system that "standardizes" and "popularizes" supernatural powers.

The Black Tide Monarch's struggle against the Black Flame represents "chaos" and "evolution".

It is a cruel, survival-of-the-fittest, bloody, and opportunity-filled single-plank bridge.

"Order, rules, chaos... all three are indispensable for a healthy and developing superhuman civilization."

Xu also gently tapped the armrest.

Now, the three roads to the mortal realm have been paved.

It was time to reap the rewards of his deductions. He issued the ultimate command to [Heavenly Dao]—the creator of order.

"Close the net."

next moment.

In the North, Lynch, who was leaving the Solitary Peak Sacred Mountain, paused in his tracks.

In the Eastern Forest, as Thea, whose gaze pierced through the sea of ​​stars, looked down upon the formation of the web of knowledge, her figure slightly stiffened.

In the southern wilderness, the Black Tide Monarch, who had just ascended the throne, suddenly looked up.

A supreme divine decree descended upon the souls of the three new gods simultaneously.

The grand visuals replaced their visual perception.

That scene encompassed the entire world of Ashem.

The video speeds up.

Mountains collapsed, rivers overflowed, the sky was torn open, and countless lives turned to ashes in despair.

Your existence has already overburdened the mortal world. If this continues, the world will collapse.

【Solution】

The image of destruction disappeared.

Above the endless starry sky, a magnificent world emerges.

There, the energy was so concentrated that it materialized into streams that flowed through the air.

There, the laws are solid and complete, interwoven into a visible chain of light that supports the operation of heaven and earth.

Every inch of the space was filled with an atmosphere of high-class comfort and longing that made them feel comfortable.

That's where they belong.

God dwells in the realm of the gods, ruling order above the heavens. The time for ascension has come; come and witness the origin of the world.

The oracle has ended.

But the real miracles have only just begun.

In the world of Ashem, whether it's the snow-capped mountains of the North, the scorching wastelands of the South, the ancient forests of the East, or the valleys where humanity is just beginning to emerge.

All intelligent beings instinctively raised their heads.

They saw a tiny crack of light appear in the azure sky.

From a line, it became a window, and finally transformed into a colossal gate of light whose size cannot be described in words.

The gate of light was so magnificent, it seemed to have been forged from billions of suns.

The gate of light was so magnificent, stretching across the sky and dividing it in two.

That gate of light was so sacred that simply gazing upon it would cleanse all the distracting thoughts in the hearts of mortals.

Behind the door lies the faintly visible "realm of the gods".

At this moment, countless mortals across the continent dropped their tools and weapons, knelt down in excitement, and offered their most devout worship to this unprecedented miracle.

And in the northern mountains, the eastern forests, and the southern wilderness.

The three new gods raised their heads at the same time.

Their gaze pierced through the clouds, transcended the boundaries of the mortal world, and focused on the slowly opening gate of destiny in the sky.

The gate to ascension to the so-called "divine realm".

The time to close the net has come.