Moira.
Ceres.
Both were gaining insights into their respective realms of God-Kinghood. Compared to Moira, Ceres was working even harder. She knew full well that her current status was due to being in the right place at the right time.
If another deity had been in her position, they too could have risen to where she stood now. Because of this understanding, Ceres knew she couldn't squander the help given by her lord. She had to work hard.
This was Ceres' personality, unwavering in her determination. Just as she was giving her all, so was Karl.
In the Hell of Destruction!
Karl was swiftly mastering his God-King-level divine power. His endless power seemed to devour everything, growing at a visible rate, only to shrink back just as quickly.
Karl exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he calmed himself. He whispered softly, "God-King... God-King..."
A faint chuckle escaped him, filled with emotion. As always, until you've stepped into the realm of a God-King, you can never truly understand. The gap between a God-King and those below is vast—like the distance between heaven and earth. It's no joke. Even when faced with it, it's hard to grasp just how massive that difference is.
Do you really understand how immense that gap is?
Obviously not!
Only by experiencing it firsthand can you truly comprehend the overwhelming disparity. This is not a joke—it's a solid fact. This is the core truth.
Like Moira and Ceres, Karl wasn't slacking off. On the contrary, he worked even harder to refine his divine power. Any lapse in effort?
Ha!
Any negligence could be fatal. Because of this, Karl took nothing lightly. Though he was the God of Destruction, that didn't mean he was reckless or foolish.
Karl approached everything with caution, ensuring that everything was handled properly. There was no room for error.
As time passed, Karl gradually stabilized everything. His divine power was retracting at a visible speed—it was only a matter of time.
Moira, Ceres, and Karl.
These three new God-Kings of the Underworld had never slacked off from the beginning. Even after ascending to God-Kinghood, they continued to work harder, knowing full well that any laxity could lead to dire consequences. Only through enough effort and dedication could they hope to advance further.
Although...
For gods like them, after reaching this level, progressing further seemed almost impossible. Their limit was nearly that of the God-King realm. Going beyond that? Almost unthinkable. But "almost" didn't mean there was no possibility at all.
The gods of the Underworld differed from other gods' subordinate deities. Other gods' subordinates, like Poseidon's sea gods or Zeus' sky gods, although nominally subordinate, didn't gain much from their allegiance. What did they really get in return, aside from their titles? Probably nothing but a name.
This fact!
Anyone with common sense could see it, and it presented many issues—complex and burdensome ones.
But the gods of the Underworld were different. The gods of the Underworld were connected to the planets they created, which would eventually transform into Hells. As these Hells evolved, the divine power they generated was obvious and undeniable.
In simpler terms:
The gods of the Underworld were linked to Hell, the Underworld, and the World Tree. Over time, they would always grow stronger, whether step by step or alongside Hades' ascension. They possessed the opportunity and qualifications to rise to even higher realms.
This was the fundamental difference. They had the qualification and the power, and this was what truly mattered. Beyond this? Everything else was ultimately meaningless—having this qualification was what counted most.
Without this qualification, everything else would indeed be entirely meaningless. That would be the most futile outcome of all.
As long as you have the qualification, you always have a chance to advance.
And this!
This was what set the gods of the Underworld apart from other subordinate gods. The gods of the Underworld had the opportunity to move forward, even if at times that chance seemed incredibly slim.
After all...
For most ordinary gods, even a slim chance was something they could never hope to attain.
Take Mephistopheles, for example. What had he been chasing all this time? For Mephistopheles, he had already reached his limit. What he longed for was a chance—a small opportunity that he had spent all his power and efforts pursuing, almost to the point of madness. But because it was so hard to come by, it was an incredibly difficult thing to achieve.
Just a chance, but for countless gods, that was something unimaginable.
Mephistopheles, who had become a demon god through his devilish ways and even survived the destruction of the Mythical World, lacked nothing but a single opportunity.
Yet this chance was something he could never seem to attain. Now, under Hades' rule, Mephistopheles had finally gained that opportunity. This was why Mephistopheles was so loyal—he had truly seen the chance for advancement.
He had truly seen it—the chance to move forward.
So!
This opportunity was invaluable to a god. For a deity, this was the most tantalizing possibility. They needed that small, almost imperceptible hope, because as long as there was a glimmer of hope, it was enough!
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