Just as the human Awakeners were debating whether to flee or stay, the sky suddenly twisted.

A colossal vortex bloomed above the City of Luck, swallowing the heavens whole.

In the very next instant, the monstrous Dark Mist Fake God—that same terrifying entity which had moments ago covered the city in darkness—was pulled violently into the swirling void.

Within seconds, the oppressive atmosphere vanished.

The sun returned, scattering warm light across the marble streets.

The City of Luck once again basked in serenity, as though the nightmare from moments ago had been nothing more than an illusion.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

The Awakeners stood frozen, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

The laws of the world itself seemed to have been rewritten before their eyes.

Even Kate and Milla, both Demigod-ranked commanders, exchanged uneasy glances.

Daniel's power was undoubtedly tremendous—yet he was still, in essence, a Demigod, not a true God.

Even if most Old God–lineage Fake Gods were comparatively weak, they still existed in a higher realm of power.

The difference between a Demigod and a Fake God was a whole tier of existence.

Even Luck Goddess Luke, in her prime, had never been capable of annihilating one so easily.

And yet—

Their worry lasted only minutes.

The heavens rippled once again.

The great vortex reopened, releasing a tremendous shockwave of divine energy.

Then, with a thunderous crash that shook the entire City of Luck, something massive fell from the skies.

It was the corpse of the Dark Mist Fake God.

Its enormous body, covered with countless eyes, struck the ground with a booming quake.

Gasps erupted from the onlookers.

Kate and Milla's faces paled in disbelief.

They looked at each other and could read the same shock in one another's eyes.

"What… what just happened?" Milla whispered.

Even Kate's usually calm voice trembled. "That's… Orisa."

Orisa.

A name that once carried fear across the ancient cosmos.

A Fake God of the Old Faith, worshiped by over tens of billions of believers.

Even among Fake Gods, Orisa ranked among the strongest.

Kate himself had once encountered Orisa.

He knew his overwhelming divine pressure, his boundless sea of believers, the near-immortal body forged from countless sacrificial souls.

Even now, Kate was certain—if he faced Orisa in battle, he would never win.

At best, he might fight to a draw before retreating.

But Orisa was dead.

Slain in mere minutes.

By Daniel.

The impossible had happened before their eyes.

Not only Kate and Milla were stunned—every human Awakener around was completely speechless.

They all knew the weight of the name Fake God.

After all, humanity had already faced one before—the horrifying entity known as Fleshheart.

That battle had nearly driven the human race to extinction.

Every last piece of their strength, every last awakened hero, had been thrown into that war.

It had taken careful strategy, meticulous command, and Daniel's unparalleled leadership to barely achieve victory.

And now—Daniel had just killed another Fake God alone, within minutes.

It was as if the world itself could no longer keep up with the pace of his power's growth.

The Awakeners were terrified, amazed, and exhilarated all at once.

Daniel, however, stood calmly amid the chaos, gazing at the falling corpse.

His expression was tranquil, his mind already far beyond the moment's spectacle.

Every Fake God, he knew, possessed unique survival mechanisms. None of them died easily.

Even so, finishing one in under a minute was… unusual, even for him.

But Daniel was not surprised.

He had turned the City of Luck itself into a vast trap—a lure designed specifically to draw in Fake Gods like moths to a flame.

While he would still struggle against a coordinated siege of many Fake Gods at once, one-on-one confrontations posed no threat to him anymore.

He had mastered the art of baiting them.

The method was elegant in its simplicity: he himself acted as the bait.

Through the faint spiritual interference of the Tree of Faith, he would subtly disturb the minds of the Fake Gods scattered across the Backworld.

The Tree couldn't dominate them completely, but that wasn't necessary.

All he needed was a spark—a mere flicker of curiosity.

That curiosity drove them to look at him.

And once they did, they saw the truth: the power of their believers—their Faith Energy—was being siphoned away by that insolent human.

Rage consumed them.

"How dare a mere Demigod steal our faith?"

They would descend, brimming with fury but blinded by emotion.

Yet, as they approached the City of Luck, the influence of the Tree of Faith reached its peak.

Their stolen faith energy would vanish entirely, leaving them spiritually crippled before the battle even began.

By the time they reached Daniel, they were already half-dead.

And so, each one fell in turn—crushed, purified, and absorbed into Daniel's growing arsenal.

Soon, the sky above the City of Luck became a stage of endless battles.

One by one, the Fake Gods arrived—monsters of unfathomable divinity, dripping with madness—and one by one, they perished.

To the horrified Awakeners below, the scene was surreal.

Every few minutes, the heavens would ripple with another explosion of divine energy.

Every few minutes, a colossal corpse would fall from the sky.

The people could do nothing but stare, their mouths agape, as Daniel methodically slaughtered entities that had once ruled civilizations.

For Daniel, it was little more than routine optimization.

He refined his combat methods with every fight, adjusting his attack timing, power control, and spatial folds inside the Infinity Domain.

At his peak efficiency, Daniel could now kill one Fake God per minute.

It was terrifying—and yet to him, entirely logical.

Meanwhile, Daniel's other selves were far from idle.

As his main body stood atop the City of Luck, a second avatar appeared at the gates of the Void Tower.

There, within the endless winds of the Backworld's void, he began a grand calculation.

Through Mental Deduction, Daniel sought to simulate the possible fusion between the Void Tower and the Old God System—to see whether the ancient divinity structures could be integrated with the modern system of divine ascension.

The Old God lineage and the modern pantheon had always followed divergent evolutionary paths.

Yet Daniel had begun to suspect that their roots might share hidden connections.

As he pushed deeper into the simulation, one question arose within his mind:

—How exactly did the modern god-system come to be?

It was something no one truly understood.

The path of the Old Gods was crude but stable, relying on external worship and direct faith energy.

The modern gods, however, appeared to manifest from consciousness itself—self-sustaining divine systems.

Was there a bridge between them?

Could one evolve from the other?

Daniel's thoughts swirled.

Even with all the data he possessed, the answer remained elusive.

Even the scholars of the Void Tower had reached a bottleneck.

Their research into divine synchronization had stalled.

Although Daniel could now purify spiritual corruption entirely, he had discovered a troubling phenomenon.

When human Awakeners used the Void Tower to obtain Old God–type divine powers, they still required Faith Energy to fully manifest those powers.

Without faith, their abilities were incomplete.

That discrepancy was the core of the problem—the gap between the ancient and the modern.

Why was faith indispensable for the Old Gods, yet optional for the new?

What separated a god born from faith from one born from will?

Daniel's figure flickered, vanishing from the Void Tower. In the next heartbeat, he reappeared in the City of Luck, still immersed in calculation, his mind constructing and collapsing thousands of theoretical frameworks each second.

Meanwhile, several human Awakeners suddenly felt the world around them twist.

Their vision blurred—and when it cleared, they found themselves standing in a vast, dimly lit hall of stone pillars, its walls inscribed with divine sigils.

At their feet lay several broken corpses—remnants of Demigods.

Then a familiar voice echoed through the chamber.

A figure stepped out from the shadows, cloaked in soft golden light.

It was Daniel.

"Your Majesty!" the Awakeners cried, voices trembling with emotion.

They fell to their knees instinctively, overcome with reverence.

"Do you have a mission for us, Daniel Emperor?"

Daniel regarded them calmly. His eyes were distant, his tone steady as ever.

"Yes," he said. "Absorb the remnants before you. Take their divinities as your own. I will handle the aftermath."

The Awakeners lifted their heads in shock and awe.

To absorb Demigod remains—to inherit divine positions—such a thing was once myth.

But if Daniel commanded it, it could be done.

As they began the ritual, Daniel's gaze softened.

This was more than a command—it was a test.

A small-scale experiment to verify his deductions.

If successful, it could mean the birth of a new model of godhood—a path where humanity no longer depended on faith, corruption, or the grace of any higher being.

For Daniel, this was not merely another experiment.

It was the future of the entire human race.

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