Vlad worked without rest for two entire weeks.
Ti lost aning as rune after rune was carved, tested, dismantled, and reforged. His body moved on instinct alone, sustained by cultivation and sheer will, when suddenly—a powerful burst of psychic energy rippled outward, reverberating across the entirety of Xaos City.
Vlad froze.
His eyes sharpened instantly as he focused on the source of the disturbance. A wide smile slowly spread across his face.
"So it’s finally happening."
The next second, a figure appeared high in the sky—no other than the True Depravita of Gluttony.
Jormungandr.
Among all the True Depravitas, Jormungandr had always possessed the fastest cultivation speed. The only reason Vlad himself remained ahead was due to the countless fortuitous encounters. Now, empowered by a Lord-tier Demon Soul, the small yellow cat’s Depravita Sun had finally reached its next threshold.
Jormungandr ascended higher and higher, until he reached the very border between Terra and the void beyond.
There, he stopped.
Sharp resolve filled his eyes. Drawing a deep breath, he raised one claw—and without hesitation, plunged it directly into his chest.
With a violent motion, he tore out his own heart.
Having learned from Vlad’s previous evolution, Jormungandr acted before the Depravita Sun could explode. If he failed to do so, the detonation would obliterate not only his physical body, but also his Lord-tier Devil Bloodline and the Lord-tier Demon Soul embedded within him.
Without pausing even for an instant, the small yellow cat hurled his still-beating heart toward the Xaos Tower.
Vlad appeared in a flash of distorted space, catching it midair. His hands glowed as he imdiately infused it with his own energy and life force, stabilizing the heart and preventing any degradation. The heart pulsed steadily, powerful and intact—ready for reimplantation once the evolution was complete.
Seeing this, Jormungandr allowed himself a small smile.
Then he inhaled deeply.
The Depravita Sun within him began to expand violently, its power spiraling out of control.
"THUMP!"
A heartbeat echoed across the heavens.
It did not co from Jormungandr’s body.
It ca from the Depravita Sun itself.
"THUMP!"
Each pulse was stronger than the last, shaking the atmosphere, bending space, and sending psychic pressure crashing down upon the world below.
"THUMP!"
Finally, the Depravita Sun detonated.
An explosion of unimaginable magnitude erupted, releasing a flood of radiant green psychic flas that expanded in all directions. The sky ignited as half of Terra was bathed in erald light, the flas carrying terrifying principles of devouring, evolution, and dominance.
The mont the flas manifested, Vlad’s eyes flared.
He activated his authority as World King.
Massive streams of energy surged from Terra itself, flowing toward the green flas. Law fragnts, elental forces, and world essence were drawn forth in torrents. It was an imnse amount of power—enough to elevate ordinary beings into gods.
Yet even this paled in comparison to Vlad’s evolution.
After all, he had torn fragnts directly from the Chaovorativities Plane—a supre world as ancient as Hell and Abyss.
But Terra was not the only source feeding this evolution.
Invisible to ordinary life forms, a vast mantle of eyes and maws enveloped the planet.
The Nightmare Universe.
Under Overlord’s control, the Nightmare Universe trembled, then released countless streams of vitality, spirit force, and devoured law fragnts. From above, the abyssal energies poured downward, while Terra’s world force surged upward.
Between them, the green psychic flas grew denser, more violent, more absolute.
Overlord’s eyes glead as he monitored every fluctuation. With a calculated motion, he turned his focus toward the sun above the Xaos Tower. At his command, divine power born from Xaos Faith rose like a golden tide and rged into the green flas.
This was the purest form of divine power.
Ordinarily, such power would give birth to a god—yet for a True Depravita, divinity was a limitation.
Precisely as planned, the divine energy was subdued, devoured, and assimilated by the Power of Gluttony, its authority asserted without question.
Fuel continued to pour into the flas.
Though the radiation was terrifying, it was not destructive to Terra. On the contrary, the psychic energy nourished the land. Flora surged with life, fauna evolved, and countless organisms felt their bodies and souls strengthened.
The True Depravitas benefited imnsely.
Vlad, Freya, Ouroboros, and Fafnir felt their power accelerate at unprecedented rates, their foundations reinforced by the overflowing energy.
Hours passed.
At last, the green flas reached their limit.
They began to condense.
The sky darkened as a colossal silhouette took shape—far larger than Jormungandr’s original form.
What erged was no longer a small yellow cat.
A serpentine body dominated the heavens, massive wings unfurling as claws of radiant gold tore through the clouds. Long necks rose from the central mass, each crowned with a majestic head.
The evolution completed.
Before all eyes stood a creature of myth.
A colossal three-headed hydra, its body covered in radiant golden scales that glead like molten tal. Each head embodied a distinct authority.
The left head unleashed torrents of pure life force, its breath restoring and empowering all that ca into contact with it.
The right head roared with divine lightning, the elents intertwined with godly principles that surpassed re elental forces.
But it was the central head that inspired true dread.
A third eye opened upon its forehead, glowing with boundless hunger. Nothing erged from its maw—no fla, no breath. Instead, reality itself seed to distort and collapse, as if being silently devoured.
Violent arcs of lightning frad the hydra’s massive wings and claws, streaking across the storm-lashed sky. Light reflected off its scales, emphasizing their texture and granting the creature an overwhelming divine presence.
"ROOOOOAAARRRR!"
Each of the hydra’s heads released a thunderous roar, their combined voices unleashing shockwaves that tore through the sky itself. The firmant trembled violently, clouds shredded apart as pressure rippled outward in every direction. Vast arcs of distorted space ford and collapsed in the wake of that sound, as if the world struggled to endure its presence.
Slowly, the colossal heads turned, their gazes locking onto the True Depravita of Wrath.
Vlad did not hesitate.
In a flash, he returned the heart to its rightful owner. The Eye of Gluttony embedded within the central head flared with boundless hunger, instantly asserting control. The heart pulsed once, then vanished—phasing seamlessly through golden scales, hardened muscle, and divine bone, fusing with the newly ford organ at the hydra’s core.
"THUMP!"
A massive surge of power coursed through the hydra’s body.
Flas erupted from the right head, fusing with lightning and divine energy. Each breath carried devastation countless tis greater than before, its destructive potential escalating beyond conventional limits.
Yet that was only the beginning.
Under the stunned gazes of all present, the hydra’s colossal body trembled violently. Golden scales rippled as if sothing inside was forcing its way out. A new presence began to form.
From the massive torso, another neck surged upward.
A fourth head erged.
It roared the mont it fully manifested, its cry laden with overwhelming authority. Its eyes glowed with a piercing sky-blue light, ancient and absolute. The mont it opened them, all beings of Legendary Rank and above felt a terrifying pressure descend upon their souls.
The Law of Ti itself began to tremble.
Monts stretched unnaturally. So felt their thoughts slow, others sensed seconds being torn apart and rearranged. Ti did not flow evenly around the hydra—it obeyed.
Vlad’s eyes widened, awe and exhilaration flashing across his face.
"To generate an entirely new head... purely through law-channeling," he murmured. "And one that dominates Ti."
By channeling the Laws and energy contained within the Lord-tier Demon Soul, Jormungandr had summoned a head embodying temporal authority itself. This was no re mutation—it was an evolution of concept.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Vlad summoned the A.I. Chip.
"A.I. Chip, scan it."
A brief pause followed before a calm, chanical voice echoed within his mind.
[Scan Completed]
Na: Jormungandr
Race: True Depravita
Class: True Singularity Depravita
Level: 38 (Lord Tier)
Life Level: Paragon Tier
Lineage: Ti Master (Peak Lord Tier)
Stats:
• Strength: 1.8
• Agility: 1.2
• Vitality: 2.6
• Energy Pool (Depravita Aura): 1.9
• Soul Force: 1.6
Seal of Sin: Embodint of Gluttony]
Vlad inhaled sharply.
"These stats are monstrous," he muttered. "His vitality is absurd... and his energy pool rivals mine."
His gaze lingered on the readout, understanding dawning.
"The Power of Gluttony, combined with dominion over the Law of Life," Vlad continued, "has created a feedback loop. The more he devours, the more stable and vast his existence becos."
Then, slowly, the hydra exhaled.
Its massive form began to shrink.
Golden scales retracted, wings folded inward, and the four heads dissolved into streams of light that rged back into a single form. In monts, the terrifying mythological beast vanished.
In its place stood a familiar figure.
A small yellow cat floated gently in the air, his fur faintly glowing with residual power. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and a radiant smile spread across his face.
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