I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 45: The Mortal Limit

The golden dust of the vaporized god fell like heavy snow over the ruined balcony.

Lucifer stood in the center of the downpour.

He breathed in.

The glowing particles did not hit the stone floor. They swirled through the air, drawn into Lucifer’s chest like water down a drain. His soul, anchored by the Apex Multiplier, greedily devoured the raw divinity.

[System: Pure Divine Essence Absorbed.]

[Experience Gain Suspended: Mortal Level Cap Reached (Level 50).]

[Rerouting Divine Essence...]

Lucifer’s back arched. He gritted his teeth.

The Warlord core in his chest was already full. It was packed tight with the experience of half a million slain Deep Gnomes, ten thousand Undead Knights, and a Legendary Lich.

There was no room for the essence of a god.

But the Apex Multiplier did not care about mortal limits.

[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]

[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Divine Essence Absorption.]

[Warning: Physical Vessel Capacity Exceeded. Initiating Core Expansion.]

A blinding, violet light erupted from Lucifer’s chest. The dark armor covering his torso groaned under the sudden, immense internal pressure.

His Void Arcanist magic ignited. The black singularity inside his heart caught the multiplied divine energy.

Instead of leveling him up, the system used the infinite density of the Void to forcibly stretch his mana pathways.

The pain was sharp, but brief. His veins glowed visibly beneath his skin, flashing from bright gold to pitch black.

The air around the balcony twisted violently. The sheer force of Lucifer’s growing mana pulled the surrounding air inward.

Elara and Sarah had to brace themselves against the stone railing to keep from being sucked into the vacuum.

With a deafening CRACK, the expansion finished.

The violet light disappeared. The space snapped back to normal, sending a burst of wind outward that blew the remaining golden dust off the cliff.

A new blue interface solidified in Lucifer’s vision.

[Core Expansion Complete.]

[Base Mana Capacity Increased by 1,000%.]

[Mana Regeneration Rate: Instantaneous outside combat.]

[Status: Archmage Equivalent.]

Lucifer exhaled. A cloud of pure, freezing mana escaped his lips, instantly forming ice crystals in the warm air.

He clenched his iron gauntlets. The physical strength of a Level 50 Warlord was already titanic. Now, it was backed by a mana pool that rivaled the oldest, most ancient magic users in the world. He could cast Gravity Crush or Void Step continuously without ever draining his reserves. He had hit the absolute, unbreakable ceiling of mortal power.

"You absorbed it all," Elara whispered.

The Fallen Valkyrie stepped away from the railing. She looked at Lucifer with a mix of awe and deep caution.

"The system adapted," Lucifer said. His voice carried a strange, dual resonance. It was the sound of a mortal man speaking with the weight of the Void.

"The mortal cap restricts leveling. It does not restrict capacity."

Sarah gripped her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment. The Star-Touched Oracle stared at Lucifer.

"Your shadow," Sarah breathed. "It stretches across the balcony."

She was right. The evolution of Lucifer’s core did not happen in a vacuum.

Hundreds of miles south, in the Sanctum of Solaris, the night sky was clear. The capital city slept behind its massive white walls.

High in the Royal Spire, Grand Archmage Alaric sat in his meditation chamber. He was Level 48, the most powerful mage serving the Crown.

He sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, his mind reaching out into the astral leylines that connected the human kingdoms.

Suddenly, the leylines screamed.

Alaric’s eyes snapped open. He gasped for air, clutching his chest.

In the center of his chamber, his massive scrying orb, a flawless crystal sphere worth a kingdom’s ransom turned pitch black. A spiderweb of deep cracks raced across the glass.

SHATTER.

The orb exploded. Shards of razor-sharp crystal ripped through the chamber, embedding themselves in the stone walls.

Alaric didn’t care about the artifact. He stumbled backward, his hands shaking. He felt a sudden, terrifying void open in the northern magical currents, a massive, crushing presence that completely overshadowed his own mana.

But it was not just the power that terrified him. It was the distinct taste of dead divinity in the air.

"A god..." Alaric choked, blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. "A god just died. Something killed a god in the north."

He scrambled to his feet and ran toward the heavy oak doors of his chamber. He had to warn the King.

Three floors down, The King was already awake.

The frail monarch lay in his massive, silk-draped bed. He was shaking nervously. The protective holy wards carved into the walls of the royal bedchamber flickered, turned a sickly gray, and temporarily died.

The King pulled the heavy blankets up to his chin. He felt a cold, primal terror grip his heart. It was the passive effect of the God-Slayer title, rippling through the world’s magical network. It bypassed the physical distance and struck the weak-willed leaders of the realm directly in their souls.

"Guards!" The King shrieked, his voice breaking. "Guards! Call the generals!"

The doors to the royal bedchamber burst open. Two elite knights rushed in, their swords drawn, but they were trembling just as nervously as the King.

The entire capital was waking up. The balance of power had permanently shifted.

The Crown’s authority, backed by centuries of tradition and Church magic, felt entirely hollow compared to the massive, dark pressure radiating from the Scourgelands.

Back in the ruined fortress, Lucifer turned away from the balcony edge.

"Let’s go down," Lucifer ordered.

He walked past Elara and Sarah, heading for the spiraling bone staircase. The two women fell into step behind him.

They descended through the shattered halls of the Lich’s keep, stepping over melted iron and pulverized stone.

They reached the massive, open portcullis at the base of the fortress.

The Grand Army was waiting in the courtyard.

The ten thousand Awakened mercenaries had finished setting up their forward operating base. Campfires burned brightly against the approaching twilight.

The Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered silently on the perimeter. The Radiant Arch-Seraphs stood in perfect, glowing ranks near the center.

When Lucifer stepped out of the dark archway, the entire courtyard went dead silent.

The mercenaries stopped talking. They dropped their whetstones and their rations.

Lucifer walked into the firelight. He did not project his aura. He did not try to intimidate them. But the God-Slayer title was a Mythic, passive reality.

To the mortal mercenaries, Lucifer no longer looked like a boy. He looked like an apex predator wearing human skin. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The deep, instinctive fear from the title ignored their logic. Their hearts pounded hard in their chests.

The urge to drop their weapons and run was overwhelming.

Lady Scarlett stepped forward.

The Crimson Rose commander was a hardened, Level 38 veteran. She had stared down the charging Undead Knights without blinking.

But as she approached Lucifer, her hands shook. She forced herself to stop ten feet away. She could not force her boots to take another step into his personal space.

"Commander," Scarlett said. "The perimeter is secure. The undead outposts are completely cleared. We... we saw the sky tear open."

"The threat is eliminated," Lucifer stated smoothly. "The entity was an anomaly. It has been destroyed."

Scarlett swallowed hard. She looked at the Warlord’s dark armor, untouched by a single scratch and the swirling voids in his eyes.

She didn’t know how he killed whatever came through that rift, but she knew she was standing in front of the most dangerous being on the continent.

"We collected the loot from the lower vaults," Scarlett reported, regaining a fraction of her composure.

She gestured to a dozen heavy iron wagons parked near the Arch-Seraphs. "Millions of gold coins. Thousands of raw mana crystals. And weapons.

The men took their eighty percent cut as contracted."

"Good," Lucifer said. "Let them rest. They fought well today. But double the watch on the southern road."

Scarlett frowned. "The southern road? Commander, the undead are wiped out. The Scourgelands are empty."

"The undead are gone," Lucifer agreed. He looked out over the massive sea of heavily armed fighters. "But the King’s scouts will be moving soon.

The capital felt what happened here. When they realize the Lich Lords are dead, they will send the Royal Army to claim this territory."

Scarlett’s eyes widened. She understood the tactical shift immediately. "You want us to hold the zone against the Crown?"

"I want us to prepare," Lucifer corrected her. "If they march, we do not yield an inch of this ash. The Scourgelands belong to Obsidian."

"Understood," Scarlett said. She slammed her fist against her crimson breastplate in a crisp salute. She turned and began barking orders at her lieutenants, organizing the watch rotations.

Lucifer turned to Elara and Sarah.

"Set up the command tent near the center of the courtyard," Lucifer ordered. "I need a secure location. I have a box to open."

Elara nodded. She signaled two Star-Kissed Elves to bring the heavy canvas and iron poles.

Lucifer walked toward the center of his new domain. He had secured the territory. He had broken his mortal limits.

Now, he needed to unlock the final secret the Lich Lord had hidden in the dark.

He tapped the side of his Dimensional Vault, feeling the heavy, undeniable presence of the Sovereign’s Casket waiting inside.