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

Sterl had once believed that his current strength would allow him to crush everything in his path. Even if he encountered some obstacles, he thought he could resolve them quickly.

But now, it was clear that he had overestimated himself—or perhaps underestimated these mysterious invaders.

Even though his speed of growth was nearing a level so fast it was almost unbelievable, his opponents still managed to precisely craft strategies and methods specifically designed to counter him.

It was as if they had some form of precognition, having already made preparations, just waiting for him to fall into their trap.

He could say with certainty that if an upper-tier divine authority—or even multiple upper-tier divine authorities—had come here today, they would have met the same fate as he was about to face: certain death.

The Eight-Armed Demon God mother body completely ignored any form of Law. The supposed Laws and divine authority bindings were utterly ineffective against it.

It was as though they existed within completely separate systems—one where Sterl's strength was irrelevant. No matter how powerful he became, it felt like a gentle breeze brushing against the mountain ridge—insignificant.

As for the other mother body, its strange, covert methods aimed at the soul were even more difficult to defend against. One wrong move, one careless mistake, and a fatal flaw could easily emerge.

Before this mother body, which surpassed even upper-tier divine authority with its sheer physical strength, even the smallest opening was enough to deliver a fatal blow.

"Truly impressive..." Sterl sighed, watching the Eight-Armed Demon God in the sky, still gathering its power. He understood all too well that, in his current state, there was no turning back.

While his vitality was enormous, and even though his injuries were severe, it only took a second or two for him to fully recover, he knew that his opponent wouldn't allow him that kind of respite.

As for his vitality, under the influence of that mysterious and eerie gray energy, as long as his vitality wasn't infinite, there would come a time when it would be consumed completely.

And when that happened, death would be inevitable—even if he could resurrect, or resurrect multiple times in a row, he would likely end up right where he was now, unable to escape his fate.

But…

Sterl had never been one to fight battles without confidence.

At that moment, the Eight-Armed Demon God mother body had finished gathering its strength. The eight massive, pitch-black fists were now enveloped in a dense gray energy, radiating terrifying power. The very force leaking from them twisted the surrounding space.

"You really think you've got me?" Sterl smiled, his expression twisting into one of a cruel and increasingly maniacal grin.

This punch was something he couldn't block. Once it landed, his body would be completely obliterated. Without the protection of his physical form, his soul would enter a weakened state, exposing vulnerabilities that could easily be exploited by the other mother body, which was already poised and ready to strike.

It was clear now that this was a meticulously set trap, one with no way out!

The so-called "quick resolution" was a joke. Every movement he made had probably been under surveillance from the very beginning. It was like being caught in a vast web of intelligence—though it seemed he had killed off the earlier layers of the mother bodies in a short time, all of them, through this network, had learned of his existence and had no doubt communicated countless times.

The hunting plan targeting Sterl was set into motion now!

However...

Sterl had never lacked the trump cards capable of turning the tide of any situation! Even if this was a trap carefully prepared for him, he would still shatter it with a single blow!

"Come on! Let me show you what true depth looks like!"

"Soul Devourer Sphere, activate!!"

Sterl let out a maddened roar, and in that instant, the soul power inside the Soul Devourer Sphere surged into his body like a torrential flood!

The final ability of the Soul Devourer Sphere was:

[It can condense all the pure soul power within the Soul Devourer Sphere and unleash an explosion of terrifying power that reaches the maximum limits of [Transcendence] (either to empower oneself or to explode instantly). This power cannot be resisted by any means except for those related to soul-based abilities.]

Now, Sterl didn't choose to unleash the soul power directly; instead, he chose to infuse it all into his body!

Infusing soul power into oneself was essentially a form of comprehensive enhancement. However, this enhancement was incredibly powerful!

Up until this point, Sterl had never attempted it, but he understood from a glance how it worked—whether the power was directly detonated or used as a personal boost, the principle was the same. The soul power was consumed as a resource, either explosively or to empower oneself.

And the amount of soul power stored within the Soul Devourer Sphere was terrifying!

All the gains from the previous two layers of hell had been stored up—an astounding 440,000 units of ordinary soul power, along with several dozen points of high-tier soul power!

Such an immense quantity of soul power could forcefully elevate several divine followers to the upper tiers of divine authority!

But now, because activating the Soul Devourer Sphere's ability would consume all of the stored soul power, every single bit of it poured directly into Sterl's body!

Power! Power!! Power!!!

Sterl's eyes widened as he felt like a fish swimming in a river, and now, the entire river's flow was rushing madly into his body.

Logically, such an infusion of energy would have torn his body apart in an instant. However, that didn't happen. Not only did he not burst, but the power also perfectly merged with his body.

His broken physical form almost immediately healed, and the surging power began to enhance his body at a maddening pace!

Strength! Defense! Speed! Vitality! Recovery ability! Resistance! Resilience! Even soul power!

It was like a supercharged explosion, with everything surging exponentially!

This was the kind of power that would grant him a permanent, monumental enhancement. Now, it was being expended all at once, and the resulting force was terrifyingly vast!

To put it in perspective, 440,000 soul power was equivalent to the souls of 44 million living beings, and these were not just ordinary souls but those with awakened talents, including many high-tier soul powers!

In this moment, Sterl's thoughts accelerated to an unprecedented speed as he continuously understood and mastered the power coursing through him.

Feeling his body breaking through one limit after another under the burning power of these souls, he finally allowed himself to open his eyes.

In an instant!

It was as if two blinding suns had risen from the earth. His perception immediately covered the entire layer of hell. His gaze even pierced through space, allowing him to see the layout of other layers of hell.

He looked at his own body. The once ordinary form had expanded to a staggering nine meters in height. Every inch of his skin shimmered with a faint golden glow, and the flesh beneath appeared to have a radiant, glass-like quality. If one could see through his flesh and into the blood flowing through his veins, they would discover that every drop of his blood shone with a blinding divine light, and each cell seemed to be a dazzling diamond!

The massive body carried no weight or excess, resembling a noble, perfect work of art.

Even more striking, intricate, divine patterns appeared all over his body, adding an extra layer of mystery.

As for Sterl's soul—its volume and strength had also increased beyond his own limits, surpassing even the soul mass of the mother body!

Sterl silently felt his body. He now had the sense that even an upper-tier divine authority would seem like an insignificant insect to him, easily crushed with just a breath, as though he could wipe out vast swaths of feeble Divine Power with a mere exhale.

"Such power... is this really me?"

He took a deep breath, a flicker of bewilderment flashing in his eyes. However, it quickly passed, replaced by an overwhelming surge of excitement.

This was power gained by infusing vast amounts of soul power into himself. This meant that, as long as he poured enough soul power into his body, his true strength could one day reach this level!

Slowly, he turned his gaze toward the Eight-Armed Demon God that was descending upon him, its terrifying power radiating outward. A sneer appeared in his eyes.

Though it felt like a long time since he merged all the soul power into himself, in reality, less than a thousandth of a second had passed.

Neither of the two mother bodies had noticed the change in him. Everything was happening so fast that it had already surpassed their ability to perceive or think.

"So this is what it feels like to be invincible… It's really lonely," Sterl murmured to himself. The mother body that had once pressured him and fought him evenly now felt utterly boring in comparison.

However, as much as he reflected, his hands never stopped moving. After all, the enhancement from the soul power wasn't permanent. Even if he had used up all of it in one go, he could only sustain this level of power for a mere ten seconds!

Ten seconds later, everything would return to square one.

He slowly extended his hand and reached forward to grab. The Eight-Armed Demon God mother body, completely unaware of the impending doom, continued swinging its massive fists, gathering power to strike at Sterl.

But in the next instant, a terrifyingly large hand appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and landed on its head, forcefully pinning it down. Then, with a gentle squeeze—

Boom!!

The mother body's tough, energy-formed body, which had been meticulously gathered, exploded in an instant. The immense power that had been building up for so long quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly shrinking.

"So, this is all the power you have?" Sterl muttered softly. With a simple grasp, as though he were crushing an ant, he obliterated the mother body's head, causing it to burst with ease.

The mother body, which had once beaten Sterl senseless, every strike capable of causing devastating damage, died without a sound.

Perhaps, even now, the mother body had no idea how it met its end.