Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener Chapter 404 Return to the Principality of Florence

"Phew."

For the first ti, Sterl felt a hint of fatigue.

He slowly descended from the air and landed on the ground. The rainbow-colored Polluted Blood had been largely evaporated by him, so the ground beneath him had turned into crystallized soil and stone.

In the distance, he could see a tide-like rainbow-colored ocean gradually surging toward him, threatening to fill the area that had been evolved.

Before the ocean reached his feet, Sterl rose up again.

"This ti, the gains should be substantial."

"It's ti to return to the Hall of Valor and reorganize."

"Moreover… it would be best to analyze what other benefits the Hall of Valor might offer; I could just grab what I can and leave."

"Two figures have returned to the upper realms, so Solomon's information might have already spread."

"Now, I can ignore the Blood of Contamination and simply endure the filth in the spatial tunnel to break through."

He adjusted his mindset and returned to normal while "speaking," choosing to whisper his thoughts for safety.

The potential calamities from both realms weighed heavily on Sterl, leaving him no ti for lantation.

This ti, he had overco a great catastrophe and even turned misfortune into fortune, but next ti might not be so lucky.

This calamity could be sothing that beings in the upper realms who were ten or even a hundred tis stronger than Sterl might struggle to withstand; he could only…

Continue to grow stronger! Move forward swiftly!

Only then could he grasp his own destiny.

Sterl sensed a shift, and the Fortune within him settled down after a tumultuous surge, finally stabilizing at exactly 100 units and coalescing into a cloud.

He casually pulled out an ancient scroll and opened a portal.

Just as he was about to leave, he sensed that his fourth talent had sohow recovered from its cooldown.

He activated it casually…

A faint glow illuminated around Sterl.

He jumped into it, and the previously obstructive Blood of Contamination passed through his body without any ripple.

…

"Is the spatial formation still not fixed? The guys are waiting."

"I've told you, it's not a formation issue; it's so kind of special substance blocking all energy flowing to that layer of hell."

Sterl looked up at the long-missed sunlight, beside him was a fully ard squad arguing with a person who appeared to be an Array Master.

The Blood of Contamination isolated everything within the layer of hell, while outside the layer, its corrosive power had corrupted all the spatial passages connecting to the outside world.

People outside could only be surprised at their sudden inability to enter the layer of hell, without realizing the terrifying changes happening inside.

Moreover, the Blood of Contamination had annihilated the entire layer of hell in less than a week.

So…

No one realized the countless players from the three major factions and the three deities had advanced and perished.

Sterl gazed into the distance—

The Principality of Florence was once again bustling with activity; various residential buildings had already been easily repaired by the efforts of various powerful individuals.

Because many players were coming to hunt the demon, a lot of them took on small tasks to help rebuild the Principality of Florence in the Hall of Valor.

Sterl looked at the uniquely green tower and the fruit vendors at the edge of the tower selling various fruits, feeling quite pleased.

Hell had beco unbearable!

The influence of the Blood of Contamination made everything even more uncomfortable...

But now, he could see the various lives of the residents, and he could observe the argunts between players from the Golden Kingdom, Ashen, and the Hall of Valor.

This truly lifted his spirits!

Sterl stepped forward, approached a fruit stall, and casually picked up an oval, translucent green fruit, tossing it into his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch."

The taste was refreshing, and he carelessly tossed a purple coin onto the stall.

Just then, Sterl was suddenly bumped into by soone, almost spilling his fruit.

"Hall of Valor's people??"

Huh?

Sterl was taken aback, then realized that the person must have activated the Faction mode, allowing them to identify him.

Soon, several demigod players, presumably from the Golden Kingdom, surrounded him.

"Heh, you still dare to act alone? Looks like you're looking for trouble."

"Guys, let's have so fun with him; you don't mind, right?"

…

A multitude of powerful auras erupted, revealing a team composed of several demigods and legendary players.

A nearby team from the Hall of Valor had wanted to say sothing, but their strongest mber was only a demigod; sensing the overwhelming pressure, they instantly vanished.

Sterl shrugged helplessly: "Alright, let's consider this a chance to stretch and soak up so sun. I could use a bit of exercise."

Then…

Fla ignited in his hand.

The most basic golden skill—Ignition Fla!

…

"Ugh!"

"How is this possible?"

"He's that strong??"

As a group of demigods turned and fled, they bore the marks of charred skin, while a few legendary players collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, already severely injured!

Sterl cracked his neck; that was just a backlash of Fortune, so soone was looking for trouble.

In a good mood, he decided to let them go, and upon sensing his own body, he found that he had indeed received a substantial amount of Fortune.

Sterl opened his panel, and the first thing that popped up was a series of private ssages.

"Master, here are so recent administrative docunts…"

"We've already taken care of them."

"Please review them."

…

"Master, why didn't you receive the last batch of resources?"

"Could you reply, Master?"

"Did you encounter so issues?"

…

"Master, the spatial tunnel leading to the layer of hell has been cut off. What's going on?"

"Master, the Valor Combatants tournant is about to start. Based on your previous display of combat strength, you've been reported as a perfect-level demigod due to your absence, which allows you to skip up to three rounds. You need to return quickly."

"Master, this is Sonis. I've arrived at the Principality of Florence, while Sosia is managing the guild at the Hall of Valor…"

…

"Master, what on earth happened?"

…

"Master…"

"Ma…"

…

These were ssages from Sosia and various inquiries from Teresa, Linna, and Rayna.

However, Sosia and Sonis needed to continuously send resources to Sterl, so they noticed the anomalies early on. The other girls, on the other hand, often didn't pay much attention because Sterl was sotis too busy to reply.

At this mont, Sterl couldn't help but smile slightly.

He began to reflect on whether he had been too cold in the past.

For the girls who cared for him, he should have responded with more emotion.

Otherwise…

No matter how much he portrayed himself as a cold-hearted machine focused on strength, he would still feel a pang of sadness when familiar faces left.

With a smile, he continued to munch on the fruit, quickly finishing his replies.

"I'm fine."

"As for the things in the layer of hell, don't ask; knowing won't do you any good. Anyway, I'm the big winner here."

"Sonis, send the coordinates, and I'll co find you shortly."

He then replied to the other girls, teasing them a bit, indicating that he would log off soon to connect with them emotionally.

Next, he ignored Sonis's ssage, "Master, that won't do; I'll co find you."

Sure enough, a minute later, the girl obediently sent him the coordinates.

Sterl strolled slowly toward the southwestern side of the Principality of Florence, a small Fla swirling in his hand.

Inside it, a divine-level soul was being continuously refined, transford into nourishnt for the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls.

On his palm, a miniature hidden formation was running, ensuring that the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls wouldn't be detected.

After checking, he returned the Fla to his pocket dinsion.

"The refining efficiency is pretty good; the energy from the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls combined with a divine-level soul should barely elevate my soul level to 30."

This soul fragnt ca from a soul devoured by the Will of Hell. Sterl learned through his fourth talent that it was extrely difficult for the Will of Hell to refine souls.

It required centuries or even millennia, which allowed Sterl to easily obtain two swallowed soul fragnts from the remnants of the Will of Hell.

In contrast, the three divine-level entities that were not swallowed were completely turned to ashes.

The remaining two soul fragnts fell into Sterl's hands.

One was the one he was currently refining.

The other was…

Licitris's.

Alright…

In the end, Sterl couldn't resist using Divination to check if there was still a chance to rescue his "lover" whom he had t in hell.

After all, the success rate of Divination was low; Sterl didn't regard it as a controllable resource, so if it was wasted, so be it.

The final result was quite encouraging.

It revealed to Sterl that it was possible to rescue soul fragnts from the Will of Hell, as well as…

Reviving a divine-level soul was simple: just prepare a body to rge with the soul, and the quality could be slightly inferior, possessing at least demigod strength. However, he had to consider that low synchronization and fusion rates could lead to soul destruction.

Sterl initiated the creation of divine authority, allowing him to produce a perfect body.

However, Sterl was not planning to adopt such a solution.

While the essence of the soul would remain unchanged and it would still be that person, all skills and power would dissipate.

The power didn't matter; he could train again.

But Sterl believed that a person's existence relies not just on the imprint of the soul, but also on the accumulation of mories.

A Licitris whose mories had been wiped clean would not truly be Licitris. If he revived her using this thod, the Succubus Queen, who wanted to maintain her perfect deanor even in her final monts, would truly be… gone.

"There are countless strange and miraculous abilities in the upper realms."

"Retaining skills during revival isn't impossible either."

"Why should I rush?"

"Licitris's soul can also serve as reserve food. If it cos to a critical mont, temporarily devouring it could elevate my soul level to ninety-nine, evolving into a cheat, which would be a key turning point."

Within the divine-level soul, there were so instinctive reactions; directly devouring the souls of other divine-level entities might result in backlash, but Licitris should pose no problem…