A mortal touching the divine realm?
Though he had gained magical power, in the eyes of Belial, the King of Hell, he was still pitifully weak.
If not for the forced master-servant bond of the summoning circle, Belial could crush him with a flick of his wrist.
"Heh… Interesting. That guy grants you magic and the summoning circle to call , only for you to turn around and betray him imdiately?"
Belial couldn't help but scoff. Still, he hadn't expected that guy to do sothing like this—and actually succeed in granting a human magic.
But this shouldn't be possible. Why would that guy go out of his way to research how to give ordinary humans magic? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
Humans with magic would only grow more scheming, harder to control.
"Mr. Belial, let correct you slightly. First, the magic and the summoning circle weren't given to by that guy—though they are sowhat related. I happened to glance at two pages from a book in his possession, got curious, researched it, and ended up with magic. Summoning you was just a side effect."
The explanation left Belial stunned. Was he lying?
No. He could tell this human spoke the truth.
At this mont, he no longer looked down on him with disdain. Instead, his gaze was filled with disbelief.
There was no trace of divinity in this human—aning he was born an ordinary mortal, not a descendant of the gods, nor a human with divine blood.
Yet, such a human had reached the divine realm. This completely overturned their understanding.
After all, in the past, gods had tried to bestow magic upon humans. The only success ca from offspring born of unions between gods and mortals.
But this man had achieved it without such lineage—and worse, he had touched the root of magic. That ant he had accomplished sothing even the gods couldn't.
In a way, this human had surpassed the gods!
"As for betrayal? I never believed in so-called gods to begin with. How could I betray them? On the contrary, they tried to cram so kind of brainwashing into my head—now that was improper behavior. So, I figured I'd return the favor and stuff so nonsense into their heads instead."
The human spoke as amiably as ever, as if unbothered. Yet, Belial felt an inexplicable chill.
"So, Mr. Belial, have you made up your mind?"
The renewed invitation left Belial silent.
Now that he had cald down, he needed to think carefully—was this human truly worth the risk of collaboration?
Betrayal—if it failed, his fate would be utterly miserable.
He couldn't even imagine the tornt he would endure.
They probably wouldn't kill him, but they would make him wish for death.
But should he keep enduring?
He had truly had enough!
Was his hatred for the gods rooted in being treated like a slave?
Of course, it wasn't just that. There were deeper secrets involved.
On the surface, his past identity was that of the first angel born under God's command, once holding imnse glory as the vice-ruler of Heaven—arrogant to the core. Thus, pride beca his original sin.
In the end, his arrogance drove him to attempt replacing God, becoming the leader of the dark legions, the mastermind behind the rebellion, and he waged war.
But he lost—utterly and completely. He fled Heaven, descended into Hell, and beca a demon.
Just like that, he beca the Great Demon King of Hell, commanding countless demons, continuing his enmity with Heaven as its most troubleso adversary.
Yet, despite his title, he remained under God's control. It was all just part of God's sche.
He was nothing more than a pawn, a tool for God to rule over the demons.
Outwardly, to the other gods, he appeared to have severed ties with Heaven's dominion. But in truth, a few of the older deities knew he was still a dog on God's leash.
Moreover, his true identity wasn't that of a created Power—he had once belonged to his own mythos.
Then, one day, it was suddenly invaded, his entire pantheon devoured without a trace, as though it had never existed.
In its place rose the mythos known as the Kingdom of Heaven.
And his wasn't the only pantheon to suffer this fate. Lucifer and the other fallen angels had once belonged to their own mythologies before eting the sa cruel end.
They were forcibly transford into so-called angels, their mories erased, blindly serving as if their creator had always been God.
But the mory-wiping spell wasn't flawless. Their souls weren't completely scrubbed clean. These fallen angels regained their past mories—and that was why they rebelled.
Yet, in the end, they were still nothing more than playthings in God's hands.
And many of the demons in Hell? They, too, had once been gods. Not transford into angels, but directly corrupted into demons.
Among his Seventy-Two Demon Gods, so had originally been deities.
"So, what's the plan? How do we cooperate?"
That was Belial's answer after a long silence—and it made his stance clear.
If re humans could muster the courage to defy the gods, how could he remain so cowardly?
Had his courage really withered to this extent? Was he now inferior to humans?
How laughable. When had he beco so spineless?
That endless humiliation, that existence as little more than a puppet—he was done with it.
Ti to go all out!
"Simple. I need you to teach humanity secret arts and magic, train human soldiers, and show them how to hunt angels—even slay gods."
The human's words left Belial stunned.
"Human… soldiers?"
"Indeed, I will ensure more people possess magical power."
"But even with magic, humans ultimately cannot escape the lifespan limitations of their kind. I don't believe re decades would be enough to train a force capable of rivaling Heaven's angelic armies."
Forget about Heaven—they probably couldn't even defeat any single army commanded by one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods under his command.
"True, a few decades would never suffice. That's why—"
As the human spoke these words, Belial's expression suddenly shifted. He sensed another presence intruding upon this hall.
God? No, that wasn't it—the intruder wasn't nearly powerful enough.
Soone from another tiline was peering into this era from the future!
Simultaneously, the human also seed to sense sothing and stopped speaking.
Without hesitation, Belial unleashed terrifying power to envelop the intruder's location. He absolutely couldn't let them escape!
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