I Died and Became a Chapter 320: Demi God vs God

Chapter 320: Demi God vs God

Deep Within the Dark Faction’s Territory

Here, where darkness held dominion and light feared to tread, a god lounged on a throne carved from darkness itself.

His form shifted constantly, never settling into a single shape for more than a mont. Always radiating malevolence that made reality itself recoil from proximity.

A figure materialized from the darkness, stepping into the chamber with footsteps that made no sound yet carried absolute authority.

White hair spiked backward, wild and untad. Golden eyes scanned the chamber.

Despite being in his sixties, he was still quite good-looking for his age.

He wore no shirt. His torso was a canvas of muscle, carved from decades of relentless training, with abs defined like armor plating, and shoulders broader than so humans’ entire bodies.

Dark trousers hugged his legs, tucked into heavy boots. A long coat draped over his shoulders, resting across his back like a cape.

He stood before the throne with hands casually tucked into his pockets.

This was a man who’d earned the right to stand in the presence of gods without kneeling.

"The boy continues to grow," the old man said. "His demonstration was effective."

The dark god’s laugh was like reality screaming.

"Effective? That massacre was art! Pure, beautiful violence delivered with psychological precision that most mortals can’t even comprehend."

His shifting form stabilized slightly, his eye focusing on the figure before him. "The child has potential I haven’t seen in mortal flesh for centuries. The way he made them fight each other, gave them hope, then crushed it while proclaiming House Kaiser’s invincibility to every observer... magnificent."

The old man’s expression remained neutral, golden eyes tracking the god’s shifting form without apparent concern.

"He’s strong. Growing stronger every day."

"And you’ve confird what we suspected?" The dark god leaned forward, shadows intensifying around his throne. "The bloodline is intact? He carries what we seek?"

"He does," the old man confird simply. "The power runs true in him."

"Excellent." The dark god’s grin was too wide, revealing too many sharp teeth. "Then we proceed as planned. When the ti cos, we’ll offer him what he truly deserves. Power beyond what those fools Draven and Death are willing to provide."

"But we both know the truth: Jack Kaiser was ant for darkness. It calls to him. Resonates with sothing deep in his nature that those light-touched idiots refuse to acknowledge."

"You want to bless him," the old man said, and sothing in his voice had shifted. It grew colder.

"I want to give him what he was always ant to wield," the dark god corrected. "Dark magic that would make his lightning look like parlor tricks. Power that would let him reshape reality according to his will. The kind of strength that would make kingdoms tremble at the ntion of his na."

The old man’s hands remained in his pockets, but the temperature in the chamber had dropped significantly. "And in exchange?"

"In exchange, he serves ," the dark god said simply.

"He’s not a tool to be used and discarded," the old man said, his tone gone absolutely flat. Dangerous in its lack of inflection.

The dark god laughed hysterically. "For a demi-god, you’re awfully protective of a mortal you’ve never even t. What does it matter to you what happens to the boy? He’s a resource. A particularly valuable one, certainly, but ultimately just another piece on the board."

"He matters," the old man replied, his golden eyes eting the god’s gaze without flinching. "And before you start making plans about taking him, you should know sothing."

He pulled one hand from his pocket, examining his nails with casual disinterest. "I have my own pawns in position. Six of the most powerful Soul Magic hunters across the Four Kingdoms. Each one convinced they’re serving a righteous cause, eliminating threats to cosmic balance."

The dark god’s shifting paused, his form montarily still. "The Council."

"My Council," the old man corrected, a slight smile touching his lips. "They believe they’re protecting the world from Soul Magic users. They have no idea their seventh mber, has been guiding every decision they make."

"They watch the boy," the old man continued, his voice carrying quiet satisfaction.

The chamber fell silent except for the whisper of shadows.

Then the dark god threw back his head and laughed so more.

"Oh, you magnificent bastard," he said, his grin widening impossibly. "You’ve been playing your own ga this entire ti. Building your own power structure while pretending to serve . Using the very organization ant to hunt Soul Magic as your personal protection detail for a boy you’ve never spoken to."

"I learned from the best," the old man replied, his tone carrying zero emotion. "You taught

that power isn’t about strength alone. It’s about positioning. About having pieces on the board that no one knows belong to you."

"And you think this changes anything?" The dark god’s form shifted rapidly. "You think having six hunters gives you leverage against a god?"

"I think," the old man said quietly, "that if you make a move on Jack Kaiser, you’ll have to go through

first. And unlike my Council, I know exactly what you are and what you’re capable of. Which ans I know how to kill you."

The dark god’s laughter resud, rolling through the chamber like thunder. "Are you threatening ? You, who accepted my blessing decades ago? Who traded everything for the power to survive in a world that wanted you dead?"

"I’m stating a fact," the old man said, his presence suddenly filling the chamber with pressure that made the throne crack. "You want Jack Kaiser? You go through

first. And I promise you, even with all your power, that’s not a fight you want."

The dark god’s amusent intensified. "The legendary killer suddenly developing a conscience over soone he’s never spoken to. Tell , does the boy even know you exist? Does he have any idea that his supposedly dead grandfather serves the very powers his precious patron warns him against?"

"He doesn’t need to know," the old man replied. "All that matters is that I know. And I’m telling you now, you make a move on that boy, and the consequences won’t be sothing you can laugh off."

"Fascinating," the dark god purred. "You actually an it. You’d challenge , risk everything you’ve gained, potentially throw away decades of service... for a boy you’ve never t."

"For family," the old man corrected, his voice leaving no room for an argunt. "Sothing you’ve never understood and never will."

The dark god’s form shifted into sothing vast and terrible, filling the chamber with malevolence so concentrated it made reality scream.

"Very well. Consider

warned. But know this, my dear demi-god, when the ti cos, when Jack Kaiser reaches his peak and Draven’s careful shaping is complete, I will claim what I’m owed. And if you stand in my way..."

His grin stretched reality itself. "I’ll go through you like you’re made of paper. Your Council won’t save you. Decades of service won’t protect you. And that boy you’re so protective of? He’ll watch you die before I take him anyway."

The old man didn’t flinch. Just stood there with hands in his pockets and golden eyes blazing with cold fire.

"You’re welco to try," he said quietly. "But I’ve killed gods before. One more won’t make much difference."

The chamber froze. Even the shadows stopped writhing.

Then the dark god’s laughter resud.

"Oh, this is going to be entertaining," he said. "Watching you try to protect the boy while serving . Seeing how long you can maintain that impossible balance. And when you finally break, when you’re forced to choose between your oath and your blood..."

His grin widened further. "That’s when the real fun begins."

The old man turned, walking toward the chamber’s exit with the sa casual authority he’d entered with. His coat swayed behind him, and the shadows parted automatically to let him pass.

At the threshold, he paused without looking back.

"You want Jack Kaiser?" His voice carried across the chamber with absolute certainty. "You’ll have to kill

first. And I promise you, that’s a fight you’re not ready for."

Then he vanished into the darkness, leaving the dark god alone on his throne

The god’s laughter continued, echoing through dinsions.

"Oh, my dear demi-god," he whispered to the empty chamber. His grin widened impossibly.

"Gods don’t play fair. And when I make my move, all your careful positioning won’t matter. Your Council will fall. Your protection will crumble. And Jack Kaiser will be mine."