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

In an instant, the previously chaotic scene on the street came to a halt. Several demons, who had been face-to-face and ready to attack each other, immediately became as obedient as sheep.

They even trembled slightly, clearly engulfed in immense fear.

Some demons even reached out to clasp hands.

"Bro, I told you, those guys from that race have excellent heads; they have a nice chew to them."

"Really? I've never tried them. Next time we're on the battlefield, you point the way, and let's hit up a buffet together."

"Sure, I've got some secret spices my family brought; I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"You're too kind! Bro!"

...

Not only were the fighting demons quiet, but even the ones robbing small vendors or assaulting female players and engaging in various other chaotic activities came to a standstill.

All of this happened because "Lord Mephistopheles" did not approve, and the strong could set the rules while the other demons had to obey.

Sterl nodded in satisfaction at the scene. He wasn't worried about his persona crumbling because the behavior of Mephistopheles demonstrated that he could do as he pleased while everyone else had to follow the rules.

Many demons shared this mindset.

Moreover, with this dynamic, every time Sterl passed through the camp, he wouldn't have to witness the chaotic displays, which lifted his spirits considerably.

At the same time, demons and players from Swallowing Heaven approached to pay their respects.

"Mephistopheles, my lord."

"Mephistopheles, my lord."

Each of them bore a humble expression, respectfully coming closer.

"Under your leadership, we have achieved one victory after another on the battlefield; we are all willing to serve you!"

"Mephistopheles, please grant me the opportunity to follow you."

"Mephistopheles, I am willing to dedicate my life to you!"

...

There were even fervent demons and Hell players kneeling on the ground, practically viewing Sterl as a deity.

Then, a demon of a charming humanoid race approached.

"Lord Mephistopheles, I have something I'd like you to see..."

Swish!!

The chaotic skills of the Moon Law activated instantly, and Sterl felt as if he were immersed in mercury, his entire being sinking into a state of extreme sluggishness, even his thoughts seeming to freeze.

The woman who had just shown him a smile now hesitated not a moment as she reached toward her smooth, white chest, then swiftly produced a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and lunged at him.

The blade shimmered with a dark purple light, unmistakably a lethal assassination technique formed from a blend of chaotic skills.

Sterl instantly recognized that it resembled a toxic Law, and being struck would undoubtedly result in dire consequences.

"Let's see how you die!" the female player sneered, her once beautiful face distorting grotesquely, splitting in two to reveal a monstrous visage brimming with writhing tentacles and sharp spikes.

At the same time, the demons and players who had previously been smiling at Sterl split into two groups. One group hastily fled in disarray! Despite their previous grand declarations of loyalty, they now showed no hesitation or regret.

The other group was more straightforward, brandishing their weapons and lunging directly at "Mephistopheles"!

Their eyes glinted with malice, and a platinum glow surrounded them.

Every one of them launched their attacks with full force!

In an instant, a barrage of notifications flashed before Sterl's eyes.

[You have been marked by the Reaper; you cannot use any teleportation abilities, and two of your skills will be randomly sealed.]

[You are experiencing the effects of malicious capture; all attributes are reduced by 20%.]

[You are under the curse of the Woe Lock; each action will deduct your maximum life force and all attributes.]

[You are suffering from the skill: Eye of Destruction; damage taken increased by 100%.]

…

He immediately understood that this was not a routine bout of infighting within the Hell faction, but rather a premeditated assassination attempt.

But…

Who did I offend?

Sterl's first reaction was confusion, but he quickly dismissed it.

Who cares!

The demons and players in the Hell faction were generally deranged; perhaps he had simply caught someone's eye in the crowd and earned their ire.

Just as he was about to retaliate, he suddenly heard the sound of countless skills ringing out from outside the camp, followed by a barrage of attacks raining down like a swarm of cluster rockets.

"Ah??"

"The people from the main world have broken in."

"Wait, something seems off!"

"These are all fluctuations from chaotic skills!"

Sterl felt a bit dazed.

He sensed the intensity and quantity of the attacks from outside; it was impossible for a small force to achieve such a feat. It was likely that another Hell camp, ruled by a divine-level demon other than the Succubus Queen, had mobilized…

To assault this place!

Only in this way could such a terrifying momentum and power be unleashed.

Sterl clearly saw that some basic defensive structures outside the camp were instantly destroyed, leading to the immediate demise of the players inside.

But…

Why is this happening??

Once again, Sterl found himself puzzled.

It's important to note that the main world had a slight advantage over Hell!

Although the forces here appeared to come from two layers of Hell, the power that the two divine-level demons could mobilize was limited. After all, with their casual style of killing their own kind, many demons and players had no intention of participating in the event from the start. Being alongside powerful allies from the same faction usually meant the greatest danger.

In this context, it was astonishing that infighting could still occur.

Moreover, an entire demon camp was dedicating all its military strength to internal conflict, without even considering defending against a sneak attack from the main world??

Finally, Sterl understood that he was not being randomly targeted for assassination. Mephistopheles, as the strongest Supreme in the camp under the Succubus Queen, shone brightly on the battlefield.

If they wanted to breach the camp, they would first need to deal with "Mephistopheles"!

But…

Sterl still felt…

Were they all brainless? This large-scale mutual slaughter within Hell practically surrendered the outcome of this event!

His anger flared, and with a flick of his wrist, he activated a plethora of debuff-clearing items. So quickly that Sterl hardly registered it, he automatically dispelled the female assassin's chaotic skills.

At the same time, the Flowing Water Blade rapidly took shape.

Sterl had become quite proficient with Shattered Void, and at this moment, he directly performed a flourish with his sword.

Several Hell players and demons around him were swiftly frozen, and before they could react further, they were cut into pieces.

In their final moments, they wore expressions of smug satisfaction, as if their assassination plan had already succeeded.

Thus, this hasty assassination attempt came to an abrupt end…

With the support of three perfect Laws, there were even two Supremes among this assassination team.

However, the intensity of Shattered Void had reached its limit. Unless they were gods, Sterl believed that even those so-called strongest Supremes, who had long sequestered themselves and were deeply entrenched in their pursuit of divine status, would not be able to withstand it!

This was also why Sterl was so furious.

Under the boost of the event and the war, his rate of growth was exponentially faster than before.

Normally, acquiring the support of three perfect Laws with Shattered Void would take Sterl at least six months to a year of effort.

Now, another demon camp was trying to ruin this event.

Wasn't that putting Sterl's life at stake?!

After dealing with the group of assassins, Sterl walked forward with a cold expression.

He noticed that these assassins had dropped nothing, meaning the rules of the event hadn't changed!

With a few swift movements, Sterl was already at the edge of the camp.

Then…

He discovered that many demons and Swallowing Heaven players from other camps, after killing their allies, didn't rush to continue their slaughter. Instead, they took out a colorful gemstone and swiftly began to channel the surrounding energy.

In the end, countless threads surged from a group of dead Swallowing Heaven players and demons into the gemstone.

If this were the main world, Sterl would likely have to put in some effort to gather intelligence to understand the gemstone's purpose.

But now, that group of demons and Hell players were laughing heartily.

"Great! Great! Great!"

"We've gathered so much contribution from this wave; it's way easier than fighting on the battlefield."

"Thank you! We've accumulated so much contribution without lifting a finger!"

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Kill every last one in this camp!"

…

They were incredibly excited.

The reason for their betrayal of their allies became clear; they could use the gemstones in their hands to completely siphon off the contributions of others.

The reward for killing an ally would far exceed that of slaying an equally powerful player from the main world!

However…

Sterl rushed forward.

"It's Mephistopheles!"

"Run!"

"Didn't that group of assassins say they had found his weakness?"

"A bunch of unreliable fools, hurry up and run!"

…

Instantly, the Swallowing Heaven players, who had just been jubilant, began to flee in a panic, as if they wished they could grow two more legs.

Mephistopheles, as a Swallowing Heaven player, shone not only on the frontline but also attracted many demons and prominent players to challenge him, all of whom he ruthlessly killed.

Quite a few managed to escape this time because Sterl had no intention of dealing with these small fry.

He wouldn't gain anything from killing allies!

He was only here to forcibly take down a flawed demigod player.

"Hand over that gemstone."

The demigod, terrified, turned pale and went limp.

"I'll hand it over right away, I'll hand it over right away! Spare me! Spare me!"

Sterl easily received the trade request.

The gemstone quickly landed in his hands.

With a casual kick, he sent the unfortunate soul flying, sparing his life.

But the next second, he looked at the specific attributes of the gemstone and was left dumbfounded.

"Ah??"