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

Various messages rapidly refreshed before Sterl's eyes.

[You opened a loot Sphere and obtained: Quick Recovery Potion 3]

[You opened a loot Sphere and obtained: Charge of the Vanguard (Gold)]

[You opened a loot Sphere and obtained...]

...

[You opened a loot Sphere and obtained: Treasure Compass]

Sterl casually inspected the items, and as expected, most of them were trash.

Wait, it seemed there was one item that wasn't garbage.

He pulled out a small brass item that resembled a compass.

[Treasure Compass] +

[Category: Class-Specific Item]

[Description: A class-specific item for Bounty Hunters. Bounty Hunters serve the [Transcendence] system directly and possess some extremely rare items. It is said that the Treasure Compass can find everything that lies deep within one's desires.]

[Effect: Input text to search for any item. The current quality of the Treasure Compass may be insufficient; if the quality is inadequate, searching will not be possible.]

[Tip: This item can only be used by players with the Bounty Hunter class.]

"Class-specific item?"

At that moment, Sterl was still under the enhancement of the Holy Spirit Bloodline and placed his hand on the Treasure Compass.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, I can use it."

He looked at the plus sign on the back of the Treasure Compass, a cheat hint indicating that the item could be leveled up three times, evolved once, and promoted once.

Immediately, Sterl felt a surge of excitement.

He tentatively typed in a few words—Soul Treasure.

The compass spun wildly and then quickly trembled before coming to a stop.

[Compass quality insufficient.]

Seeing the prompt, Sterl felt even better.

Insufficient quality?

Instead of being unable to search??

Great! Since it can be leveled up, is quality really a problem?

After extreme evolution and promotion, this item could be guaranteed to reach the demigod level at its limit. By then, the probability of searching for Soul Treasure would be quite high!

"I'll level it up later and give it a try."

There was no information on Soul Treasure in the lower realm, but the upper realms had been separated from the lower realm, and when they were split, it was unlikely that all resources had been taken away.

The lower realm might still have some hidden treasures left behind.

If he had the chance to find one, it should significantly enhance his combat power!

Sterl stored the Treasure Compass in his small world, feeling quite pleased.

Originally, there was no reward for the task, but now there was an extra gain!

Victory!

Sterl grinned and lay back on the soft sofa, deciding to take a break and watch the match.

However, he soon noticed something was off...

Sterl had spent quite some time organizing his items.

Why hadn't the match started yet??

In the arena, a glacier had formed, but it was completely empty; only the sea breeze blew across it, while a few seals and penguins chased each other in the distance.

When Sterl left the private box, he found the audience in the stands cursing in frustration.

"What's going on? Am I just supposed to sit here and wait?"

"Supreme-level powerhouses can afford to be late for a match like this?"

"Is the match even happening? Don't waste our time."

...

The audience was clearly irritated.

Many had arrived long before Sterl, and quite a few had been staring at the empty glacier stage for nearly an hour.

And the result was...

Nothing had happened!

Initially, many spectators were excitedly waiting for the clash of two quasi-divine level fighters among the seed competitors.

For many, this was a rare opportunity to learn!

The Hall of Valor also knew that clashes at the quasi-divine level were extremely rare; ordinary players might never witness one in their lifetime.

Therefore, watching the finals required contribution points as a ticket fee.

The players had paid, so they hadn't thought much of it.

But...

You're making us watch this??

A bunch of glaciers?!

Refund!

Many players were extremely angry.

Just then, a notification popped up before them.

[Detected that the participating contestants have not yet appeared; entering countdown: 300, 299, 298...]

[After the countdown ends, the two absent players will automatically be judged as failures and will not earn battle points for this round.]

Only then did the players' emotions stabilize somewhat.

In the fight for the final championship, every round's battle points were crucial.

Especially for quasi-divine level powerhouses.

They entered the Heroic Spirit Combat Tournament with only one goal: the championship! They were vying for the chance to become divine, so the two quasi-divine contestants would be racing to reach the competition venue at all costs.

"Those two contestants should have received the message too; they should be here soon."

"Finally, the match is about to start."

"Both of these quasi-divine fighters seem to have mastered several perfect Laws. If we can learn even a bit of their techniques in using the Laws, the ticket price will be worth it."

The players were filled with anticipation, and many straightened up in their seats.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Finally, the countdown of 300 seconds reached zero.

The arena formed for the battle instantly faded into nothingness.

A notification arrived—

[Valor Combatants Tournament Finals, Round 1. Both contestants are judged as failures.]

"What's going on?"

Sterl was confused.

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Did the two quasi-divine beings just give up on the match?

What could have happened?

In a normal scenario, the two seed competitors wouldn't abandon a match unless... they couldn't make it!

But within the Hall of Valor...

Gods had already departed, so shouldn't quasi-divine level powerhouses be able to walk through anything?

"It seems there's more to this than meets the eye."

Sterl's expression changed slightly.

Meanwhile, countless spectators in the arena were wearing strange expressions...

They were unhappy, but they had no grounds for complaint. Compared to their dissatisfaction, the real loss was the points that the two quasi-divine contestants had forfeited in the match.

However, despite the absence of the two competitors in the first match, no one in the arena left their seats.

The rules for this final were simple and brutal: 32 top players would face off against one another in succession.

Ultimately, rankings would be determined based on points. If there were players with the same score, they would face each other again to decide their rankings.

Each day only five matches would be held, with the tournament spanning a week, and the final day would have fewer matches.

There were still four more matches to watch...

But...

The players soon received another message.

[Both contestants in the first round did not appear; only substitutes will compete.]

[Today, six matches will be held in the Valor Combatants Finals.]

This notification made many players feel slightly better; at least they wouldn't feel like their ticket was wasted since they could still watch five matches.

Unfortunately, they were too optimistic.

In the second match, still no one showed up!

Numerous players waited for over an hour, only to be informed that seven matches would be held today.

In the third match, again no one appeared!

Now, with eight matches scheduled for the day, the audience couldn't hold on anymore. No matter how many matches were planned, nothing was happening!

Sterl was at a loss.

"What on earth is going on?"

As he pondered, he looked around, feeling increasingly uneasy.

The revenues from the Valor Combatants Tournament were astronomical. The final champion could ascend to godhood, and even someone like Sterl, who had countless resources, was determined to win the championship.

How could the other seed competitors simply abandon their matches?

Yet, in the first three matches, a total of six seed competitors had not shown up.

What did this imply?

Combining this with the information that all the gods had left the Hall of Valor, Sterl's ominous premonition grew stronger!

Could it be that the Hall of Valor is about to face a major catastrophe?

He couldn't help but ponder this.

As seed competitors, the quasi-divine and Supreme beings had survived in the Hall of Valor for hundreds or even thousands of years; their channels for information were much more reliable than those of ordinary people.

It was highly likely they had fled in advance!

If they hadn't fled, then it was even more terrifying—something had happened directly within the Hall of Valor!

"What should I do? Should I run away too?" Sterl contemplated.

Fortunately, he had just advanced to the soul tier, significantly enhancing his survival abilities, making him even stronger than ordinary gods.

Sterl felt a bit more confident and decided to continue observing for a while.

He quickly checked his escape items, ensuring he was fully prepared, and finally settled back down in his seat.

However, while he appeared relaxed, his muscles were tensed up!

Fortunately, the fourth match finally had a participant.

However...

There was only one person.

A perfect-level demigod.

Due to Sterl's earlier rampage, this player had somehow made it into the finals.

When this player stepped onto the stage, his face was calm; he had already seen his opponent, one of the six quasi-divine seed competitors.

He knew he was destined to lose!

Thus, as he walked up to the front, he respectfully bowed, saying, "Please guide me, senior."

If he could last even two rounds, that would be considered a success.

Soon, this player was left bewildered.

Where is my opponent??

Meanwhile, countless spectators who had been waiting were finally thinking they were about to see a match.

Although this match would be a boring scene of a quasi-divine slaughtering a perfect-level demigod, after waiting through three matches, the spectators were no longer picky; they just wanted to see a competition.

Unfortunately, after the first contestant arrived quickly, the quasi-divine level powerhouse still had not shown up.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

As the countdown reached zero on the translucent screen in front of all the players, a notification appeared—

[The winner of this match is: Morrian. She has successfully earned a winner's point.]

[The Valor Combatants Tournament is now underway, with real-time rankings.]

A leaderboard appeared before the players, showing Morrian at the top with one point, while all other players were tied for second place with zero points.

Accompanied by the shimmering gold letters on the notification screen, it looked quite festive.

But not a single person could find it in themselves to smile.

No way? Isn't this a bit absurd?

A perfect-level demigod had managed to reach the finals thanks to David, and now she had even earned a victory?

If this continued, would she end up in the top three or five?

And now, a total of seven seed competitors had not shown up—what on earth was going on?

In an instant, countless players were in an uproar!