Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 695 Gene’s Surrender, the True Law of the World!

"Death?"

At that moment, Gene trembled all over, suddenly snapping out of the kaleidoscope of life state. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest.

"No! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Before he had entered this state, Gene had never truly felt the weight of death. After all, in his position, a single thought could decide the life and death of countless beings. To him, death had always seemed like something trivial, something distant.

But now, as death approached him directly, he finally understood why the insignificant creatures would tremble and cower in the face of an overwhelming death that they couldn't resist.

He thought back to his journey, how he had started as an ordinary being and, through luck and willpower, climbed to become the Lord of Hell. If he died now, everything would return to zero—he would leave behind nothing, nothing at all.

His instinct for survival flared up like a wildfire. His original will, which had been so strong, was shattered in an instant by his primal desire to live.

Moreover, because his strength was so immense, his instinct to survive was beyond what any ordinary being could comprehend. In this moment, he would have willingly sacrificed the entire Hell without a second thought, if it meant preserving his life.

And Gene could clearly sense that Sterl wasn't joking—he truly intended to destroy him completely.

So after a moment of frantic contemplation, Gene didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, immediately suppressing all of his power, pulling back from any resistance. Even though his body screamed in agony under the force of such pure, unrelenting violence, as though he might be crushed into nothingness in the next instant, he did not think twice.

"Great Executor, I was foolish and overestimated myself, attempting to defy your command. Please, grant me another chance! I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life!"

He knelt there, not caring about the shocked and confused gazes of the surrounding gods and other beings. He shouted with sincerity in his voice, his face full of genuine submission.

But even as he spoke with true intent to surrender, the Law vortex, which was now mere inches from him, showed no signs of slowing down. It continued its relentless approach, as though it wanted to completely devour him.

Seeing this, Gene's heart turned to ash. He could not help but close his eyes, retreating his senses, despairingly awaiting the inevitable end.

At the critical moment, however, the vortex suddenly halted.

Then, as if it had never been there at all, it slowly dissipated and vanished into thin air.

Gene stood frozen, staring blankly ahead. It took him a long while to come back to himself.

"Thank you, great Executor, for sparing my life!"

From this moment onward, Gene swore to serve you as humbly as a loyal dog or horse. "I would not hesitate to climb a mountain of knives or dive into a sea of fire!"

He hurriedly bowed to Sterl, the overwhelming despair in his heart vanishing rapidly. He knew now that he had survived. As for freedom or servitude, as far as death was concerned, those concerns were nothing. It was merely the ingrained mindset he'd carried over the years that prevented him from grasping the truth immediately.

In the end, it was always the strong who held the ultimate power in this world. Whether mortal or divine, all had to follow this truth, including himself. No matter his identity or strength, as long as Sterl was stronger, then naturally, Sterl would rule over his every aspect. This, indeed, was the true law governing the entire world.

"The child can be taught; I will give you a chance."

A strange smile appeared on Sterl's face, his heart already anticipating this outcome. The stronger the being, the longer their life, the more likely they were to fear death. And gods were no exception. They were powerful, high in rank, and the cost of dying was far too great.

So, when faced with death, their dignity would make them stubborn, refusing to yield to the inevitable. But their bodies, every cell, even every single gene, would rebel against it, pushing them to fight for survival, until they could live again.

"Open your mind."

This time, Gene didn't dare to show any resistance. He immediately released his mental will and surrendered all defiance.

He even allowed the strength within his divine body to dissipate, leaving him in a state where even an ordinary person could easily harm him with a sharp blade.

If Sterl wanted to kill him now, it would be nothing more than a thought—he would lose all hope in an instant.

But Sterl wouldn't kill him out of hand. After all, to kill a being of upper divine authority was wasteful. In worlds of [Transcendence], an upper divine authority could possess the absolute power to rule an entire realm.

Since Gene was wise enough to understand his place, Sterl would naturally use this power to its full extent.

With a subtle shift in his thoughts, Sterl directed his soul power straight into Gene's spirit. It rapidly began to sever and carve through his consciousness.

Gene could feel something like a sharp knife continuously carving into his soul, a sensation far clearer and more intense than any physical pain. It was as if someone was stirring inside his brain, sending waves of bone-chilling terror through his body, accompanied by bouts of excruciating agony.

However, Gene could only force himself to endure, not daring to resist even a little. He didn't want to waste this hard-earned opportunity.

As a result, this proud upper divine authority powerhouse trembled uncontrollably from the pain, sweat pouring down his face.

Thankfully, the pain was fleeting, and after nearly a minute, the soul-wrenching force finally disappeared. But the lingering pain in his soul remained.

It was like having a fishbone lodged in his throat—no matter how much the bone was removed, the discomfort still remained, as if something were stuck there, choking him.

"No wonder it's called upper divine authority. It took so many attempts before I could finally succeed." Sterl muttered, impressed.

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on freeweɓnøvel.com.

Blood of the Ancient One had the ability to plant followers' marks. Each time Sterl attacked, there was a chance to implant a mark, turning the target into his slave. However, the success rate was tied to the strength of the being he was marking.

For most gods, he could easily succeed within ten attempts.

But for an upper divine authority like Gene, Sterl had to attack over ten thousand times with soul power before successfully implanting the followers' mark. It was a grueling process, but it showed how difficult it was to break through a being of such high power.

After all, unless there was an overwhelming suppression of power, it was nearly impossible to land so many successful attacks during combat.

Without any hesitation, Sterl activated the power of the followers' mark. Soon, the mark began to spread across Gene's body.

In no time, it would cover his body and soul like a spider's web.

"Rise."

"At your command, my lord."

Gene stood up from the ground respectfully, his address changing to "my lord" without a moment's hesitation. His eyes no longer held any resistance or hatred—only reverence.

And this transformation occurred without a sound. Even though Gene was an upper divine authority, he hadn't realized that he had already become Sterl's follower. In fact, he felt honored by the change.

Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

"This Blood of the Ancient One is certainly powerful."

Sterl's mood lightened a little, the lingering frustration from the escape of the Mother Bodies easing. He couldn't help but appreciate the usefulness of the ability.

Although most of the credit went to his cheats, the power of the Ancient One was naturally formidable. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, and highly effective—making it easy to use.

After Gene had been subjugated, Sterl decided to go all the way. Without hesitation, he marked every god and demigod in this level of Hell with the same followers' mark.

These beings were not as complicated as Gene. There was no need for any questioning. With Sterl's soul power, it only took a thought, and within seconds, he had implanted the mark on all of them.

"Why not just gather all the creatures from the other layers here?" Sterl thought to himself, considering the hassle of having to summon them layer by layer. It was far too troublesome.

Moreover, the core layer of Hell had environments that could accommodate every type of race. It wasn't difficult to make this happen. With the vast amount of The Authority of Hell that Sterl commanded, all he needed to do was activate a Chain Teleportation Array.

With a wave of his hand, a massive portal of light slowly materialized in the air. At the same time, except for those Hell realms that had been completely conquered, space transmission arrays appeared across all the other layers of Hell, accompanied by Sterl's command.

In that instant, the surviving beings across the dozens of layers of Hell, led by their gods and demigods, began quickly teleporting toward the core of Hell.

"Gene, you are in charge of receiving these creatures."

"Yes, my lord. I will not disappoint you!"

Gene quickly responded, eager not to displease Sterl by being even slightly slow.

This task was left to Gene, and with his upper divine authority powers, he could easily command the mixed group that was arriving. As for Sterl himself, he would naturally head to the next layer of Hell to subjugate more underlings.

After all, there were still seven other upper divine authority beings like Gene scattered across Hell!

With a thought, Sterl summoned another spatial formation in front of him. Without hesitation, he stepped into it.

It wasn't until then that the Will of Hell snapped out of its stunned state.

Staring at the Lord of Hell diligently carrying out Sterl's commands not far away, the Will of Hell was left completely dumbfounded.

This was a Lord of Hell—one of the eight strongest rulers of Hell, a true upper divine authority powerhouse, and one who could be considered among the upper-middle tier of all upper divine authorities in the entire realm.

An upper divine authority held enormous privileges in Hell, second only to the being it served. Even the Will of Hell itself was subject to the whims of a Lord of Hell, who could ignore, dismiss, or even defy the Will of Hell's commands without consequence.

The Will of Hell was powerless in this situation. After all, the power of a Lord of Hell was not something it could control. If a Lord of Hell decided to unleash their fury, massacring and destroying at will, it would be a huge loss for Hell and a serious threat to the Will of Hell itself.

But just moments ago, the situation had completely changed!