Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

Just as the Will of Hell began to relax, the next moment, Sterl's tone shifted sharply, becoming fierce.

"This is the last time. There will be no next time. I don't want to see this situation again," Sterl said, his expression stern and his voice icy.

This wasn't a threat directed at the Will of Hell, but rather a warning—or perhaps the final ultimatum. This was a matter of life and death; he couldn't risk his life for Hell.

The Will of Hell paused for a moment, then replied, understanding the gravity of the situation. If something were to happen to Sterl, it too would be left helpless, isolated, and unable to stop the invaders as they slowly consumed everything.

Without needing any further prompt, the Will of Hell immediately revealed everything that had been hidden from Sterl.

It turned out that, even though Sterl had activated Illusory Dream and used all of his Dream Power to form the Extinction Heavenly Thunder Tribulation to strike, it had still been just a little too late.

At the last moment, the mother body had successfully transmitted all information related to Sterl.

During this time, the Will of Hell had indeed tried to interfere, but had failed.

As for the details of the information—his aura, appearance, abilities, and everything else—the transmission was extremely thorough.

The Will of Hell had hidden this from Sterl, fearing that if he learned of it, he might become wary and stop helping Hell altogether.

After confirming the specifics of the information transmitted by the mother body, Sterl didn't feel the level of apprehension and concern that the Will of Hell had expected. Instead, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Because he realized that although the mother body had gathered most of the information about him, the most critical piece of information was still missing.

That piece of information was the Soul Devourer Sphere and Soul Prison's Eerie Eyes!

Sterl had used the Soul Devourer Sphere very discreetly, and aside from this instance, he had never used its soul-piercing power to attack, so it had never been detected.

As for Soul Prison's Eerie Eyes, they were similarly hard to detect, as they were a soul-level talent, silent and nearly undetectable.

Even if he had used them in front of the mother body, it would have simply been treated as a standard soul ability by the mother body.

It made sense. Unless he revealed it himself, no one could have known the exact effects of Soul Prison's Eerie Eyes, because they were truly beyond abnormal—something no ordinary person would even dare to imagine.

And compared to the other irrelevant information, it was Soul Devourer Sphere and Soul Prison's Eerie Eyes that were the true foundation of his power in Hell. The other factor was his soul strength, but the mother body had no way of knowing this. By the time it would have realized, it would already be too late.

"Continue, don't waste time. Open the next layer's passage for me. We'll press the advantage," Sterl said, his tone resolute, once his concerns had been dispelled.

From the Will of Hell's previous words, he had learned that, in theory, the layers of Hell were infinite. However, in reality, there were only one hundred and eight layers. Moreover, every ten thousand years, the Will of Hell would fall into a deep slumber, and with each awakening, it would have accumulated a wealth of new material.

Originally, Hell had only eight layers—those last eight of the one hundred and eight. As for the upper one hundred layers, they had all been constructed using the excess material accumulated during each of its slumbers.

This was a surprising revelation to Sterl, and it gave him an inkling that there might be some deeper, hidden secrets at play. However, now was not the time to explore these mysteries. The immediate priority was to deal with the invaders.

Having broken through the prison just now, he had destroyed the mother body with overwhelming force. In theory, even if it had been detected, there should have been no time for any reaction.

This was the perfect opportunity to push forward and continue his breakthroughs.

"Please be careful," the Will of Hell warned kindly before hesitating no longer. Without delay, it opened the spatial portal to the next layer.

Sterl's mind stirred, and he immediately transferred all the soul puppets in Purgatory Space into the Soul Devourer Sphere for refining. After the process, he gained 30 points of advanced soul power and 240,000 points of regular soul power.

However, this time, he had no intention of using these soul powers.

After receiving Hell's blessing, his strength was already more than sufficient, particularly in terms of survival ability. With the Executor of Hell title, his recovery speed was increased by an additional 200% within Hell. He was confident that, unless he was killed instantly, he could recover in a very short time.

Moreover, his current strength meant that using the 200,000 soul power wouldn't make a significant difference. It was better to reserve it all as a trump card for later.

With his Dream Power fully depleted and no way to replenish it just yet, he would rely on soul power in the meantime. Safety was his top priority.

He focused his mind, controlling the Soul Devourer Sphere, ready to unleash all the soul power inside at any moment. Then, he stepped into the spatial portal.

Instantly, the surrounding ice vanished, and before long, it was replaced by a powerful storm!

Countless Hurricanes raged across the land, with visible tornadoes continuously spinning—at least a thousand of them!

This was the Fourteenth Layer of Hell: Storm Hell!

"Get out of my way!"

The moment Sterl appeared in Storm Hell, he immediately sensed a surge of battle energy. With a low growl, he threw a punch toward his surroundings!

Boom!

In an instant, it sounded like thunder cracking across the sky. A massive spatial rift tore open abruptly, violently ripping apart everything in its path.

The shockwave from the punch spread outward like a torrent, sweeping across the land. The earth shattered beneath it, mountains collapsed, and even the surrounding tornadoes dissipated into nothingness!

After delivering the punch, Sterl extended his senses and froze for a moment. It seemed… he'd hit the wrong target?

He found himself standing in the middle of a vast plain, surrounded by a black, oppressive army. On one side, there were the denizens of Storm Hell, and on the other, the Silver-white Torrent.

The two forces were locked in combat, and this plain was the battlefield!

Sterl's position was right at the center of the battle. No wonder he could sense the fluctuations of the conflict.

Having been caught off guard once before, Sterl had become extra sensitive to such disturbances. Without thinking much, he had struck first.

Looking at the crater he had created with his punch, a scar far more terrifying than any impact crater, along with the flattened land stretching for thousands of meters, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The power from the punch and its aftermath had likely killed two to three million Hell creatures, and the Silver-white Torrent had been completely severed. He had essentially suppressed the entire battlefield on his own.

But the problem was—he had struck the wrong people. He had hurt his own allies!

After only a brief pause, Sterl shrugged it off. Injuries were part of battle. He couldn't waste time worrying over a few accidents.

His thoughts shifted, and with a motion of his will, he used the Soul Devourer Sphere to collect the souls of the creatures he had accidentally killed. After all, a kill was a kill. It wouldn't do to just let their souls go to waste.

As for the backlash from absorbing those souls, with his current soul strength, he was nearly immune to it.

He then scanned the battlefield. After his punch, which had wiped out a significant portion, there were still about four to five million Hell creatures left in Storm Hell, and five of them had reached the level of gods. That was quite impressive.

The reason they had managed to hold on this long under the assault of the storm was twofold. First, just like the Sixth Layer's mother body, the Storm Hell's focus wasn't entirely on this battle.

Second, the Storm Hell contained countless frenzied tornadoes, which harbored the power of Law. They were extremely powerful, and under the control of the Will of Hell, they formed a natural barrier, much like the Thorn Cage's thorn forest.

However, these storm tornadoes were much more potent than the thorny barrier's effects.

"Greetings, Lord Executor!"

After recovering from the terrifying aftermath of Sterl's punch, the five gods of this layer of Hell immediately approached him, bowing deeply in awe and respect.

The oppressive aura emanating from Sterl made it clear without a doubt—he was a powerful being sent by the Hell Ruler to rescue them.

As for why he didn't distinguish between friend and foe, they couldn't help but wonder if it was due to a reprimand for their failure in handling the situation.

The thought made the five gods uneasy. They had felt the immense power of Sterl's earlier punch, and if it had been directed at them, they knew they wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

Sterl gave the five gods a cold, dismissive glance, then immediately activated Soul Absorption. With repeated attacks, he successfully implanted the followers' mark into them.
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Afterward, he couldn't be bothered with these expendable pawns.

His current priority was to end this quickly—destroy as many of the mother bodies as possible before the enemy could react.

In this process, even beings at the godly level posed no threat to him; they were entirely irrelevant and would only add to the casualties.

Once he had marked them as followers, he turned his attention to the Silver-white Torrent below.

At a glance, their numbers had surpassed ten million, with many elite creatures resembling Silver Mantis among them.

With a thought, Sterl activated Phantom Purgatory. The vast, surging torrent in his vision instantly froze in place.

Then, with a loud boom, all the Silver Spiders turned into silvery-white goo. Even the elite monsters suffered the same fate—once their souls were extinguished, their bodies also disintegrated.

"Heh... so they were trying to guard against me," Sterl sneered at the scene. This was clearly a countermeasure taken after the information was exposed, likely to prevent the soldiers they'd bred from falling into his hands.

But it didn't matter to him. Even these so-called elite monsters were disposable to Sterl.

With a wave of his hand, he collected all the goo and, in a blur, vanished from his position, heading straight for the location of the mother body.