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

"You broke our Shielding Power?"

The God of Werewolves cut to the chase, not wasting any pleasantries. His tone was stern as he asked the most important question, his expression serious, as if ready to attack at any moment and leave Boris no chance of escaping.

This was the question all the gods were dying to know, and the one that the leader of Ashen's forces feared the most. The Shielding Power was, in essence, their trump card against the Orichalcum Kingdom. This mysterious power was created by Ashen's gods in the upper realms, who used a special method to blend a tiny fragment of world code into the very fabric of their divine authority.

Those below the level of higher divine authority could not detect the Shielding Power at all. This was why they had been able to slip unnoticed into the heart of the Orichalcum Kingdom and into its military stronghold, undetected until now.

If the Shielding Power had truly been broken, they would lose their advantage entirely. In the current situation where Orichalcum had the upper hand, they would fall behind and be slowly consumed by the forces of the kingdom.

Even if they could hold out for a while, time was not on their side. If they stalled too long and allowed the Orichalcum Kingdom to successfully merge with the world, Ashen's forces would be the ones to lose.

A heavy pressure descended upon Boris, the invisible weight of the Law Power distorting the very space around him. Even the Teleportation Formation could not activate under such influence.

Boris wasn't the only one affected. If this power were suddenly unleashed, even Sterl—if he attempted to use The Power of Spacetime—would be crushed into dust by the combined forces of the dozens of gods standing around them.

Even gods of higher divine authority, facing such overwhelming numbers, would feel immense pressure, perhaps even retreat in the face of it.

The pressure was so suffocating that it felt as though Boris's heart would stop, yet under the control of the followers' mark, he remained outwardly calm. He locked his gaze steadily on the God of Werewolves.

"No, no, no, I don't have such abilities."

He gave a self-deprecating smile, and then, under the confused gaze of the God of Werewolves, he pointed in the direction of Ashen's forces.

"I just used a small trick to roughly analyze your movement direction. Even if I don't encounter you here, you'll run into my avatars elsewhere. The result will be the same."

Upon hearing this, the God of Werewolves narrowed his eyes, a cruel glint flashing in them. Of course, they didn't believe this absurd story. But they still couldn't fathom exactly what the Orichalcum Kingdom was up to, nor what their true intentions were.

The God of Werewolves subtly glanced to the side, where there was nothing but empty space, as though asking the higher-ups in charge for guidance. It seemed they were in agreement. For now, there was no need to kill Boris immediately.

Because of Boris's actions, they were now fully convinced that the Shielding Power they held might have been broken by the Orichalcum Kingdom. The fact that Boris had been sent here could be part of some strange conspiracy.

Moreover, the Orichalcum Kingdom, coming from outside and remaining shrouded in mystery, was unpredictable. They had no idea what other trump cards or secrets the kingdom might have. If they impulsively killed Boris, they would lose the chance to learn Orichalcum's plans. This could lead them into panic, confusion, and a loss of control.

"Really? Do you think I can be fooled by such child's play?"

The God of Werewolves glared at Boris, his eyes full of malice.

But Boris remained unphased. Instead, he spoke earnestly, "I swear by my divine soul, I may have been looking for you, but meeting you here was purely by coincidence. As for breaking the Shielding Power, I have no such ability. Eterna's fools couldn't do it either. I told you, I've come with sincerity."

The moment those words were spoken, the gods hidden by the Shielding Power reacted, their expressions shifting. They all knew that the leader of Orichalcum's forces was a god named Eterna. But seeing the look on Boris's face as he spoke about Eterna, it was clear he harbored deep resentment. Such raw hatred—coming from the soul—was not something one could fake.

"Could it be that Boris and Eterna have some irreconcilable conflict?"

"His target is definitely us. Could he be planning to betray the Orichalcum Kingdom?"

"If he's an invader, we shouldn't trust a single word. I say we kill him on the spot!"

"Impossible. What if Orichalcum really has information about us, or has somehow broken the Shielding Power? Killing him would destroy our only source of intel."

"Has he really not broken the Shielding Power? Let's test it and find out."

The Ashen gods exchanged covert whispers, while the lone God of Werewolves observed Boris, seemingly lost in thought, wondering what he was planning.

At this moment, in the eyes of the God of Werewolves, a god shrouded in Shielding Power was slowly approaching Boris, holding a legendary weapon—a sharp knife. The god raised the knife with a deliberate slowness, and as it was enveloped by Divine Power, it pulsed with a menacing energy, aimed directly at Boris's face.

At such close range, if the knife struck, even a higher divine authority would be severely wounded. As for Boris, there was a strong possibility he would be pierced through the brain and soul, dying on the spot.

However, at the last critical moment, the knife in the god's hand suddenly stopped. It hovered just above Boris's eye, within a hair's breadth—less than 0.1 millimeter away from puncturing his eyeball.

However, Boris remained completely unaware, as if he hadn't noticed anything at all. His gaze pierced through the Shielding Power, which obscured the mysterious god before him, locking eyes with the God of Werewolves.

"Could it be that all of this is really just a coincidence? He truly has no means of breaking the Shielding Power?"

The God of Werewolves was stunned. From the reflection in Boris's eyes, he could clearly see that the shadow god's form wasn't reflected at all, only Boris's own image.

Moreover, facing such a life-threatening danger, even a trained deity would find it impossible to remain completely still. After all, this was an unmasked, direct threat from a god—life and death hanging by a single thought.

For the God of Werewolves, even knowing it was a mere test, he couldn't have remained so calm unless... unless Boris genuinely hadn't seen him.

"Interesting, not even the slightest change in his expression..."

The shadow god was exceptionally sensitive to any shift in aura, and even gods couldn't hide their presence from him. Yet, it appeared that Boris truly hadn't noticed him, blocked off entirely by the Shielding Power.

The God of Werewolves then waved his knife in front of him, making a few casual gestures before turning away and sheathing the weapon, shaking his head in frustration.

At this point, some of the gods who had previously doubted Boris began to waver. If the Orichalcum Kingdom hadn't broken the Shielding Power and Boris was genuinely here to surrender, it would present an immense temptation.

In truth, they had always been wary of the Orichalcum Kingdom. The ancient city's true strength was a mystery to everyone. With someone like Boris—second only to Eterna in terms of power—defecting and offering their assistance, combined with an internal and external assault, they could strike a decisive blow. It would ensure that their attack would be flawless and deal a crushing blow to Orichalcum.

However, every god who had risen to power was far from naive. They were all masters at manipulating the hearts of others and understood that the greater the temptation, the greater the reward—and the greater the risk.

After a moment, the leader of the Ashen faction made a subtle gesture. At his signal, a goddess emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding attention.

She was the Goddess of Seduction, a deity who controlled the Law of Seduction. Though her combat strength wasn't particularly impressive, she was extraordinarily powerful in the arts of manipulation and interference.

She wore a form-fitting black leather dress that accentuated her voluptuous form, deep grooves carved into her chest and hips. The tight fabric clung to her curves, and even the faintest hint of the gap between her legs was visible, suggesting that her body was on the verge of bursting out of the dress, exposing itself to all who were watching.

She walked straight up to Boris, slowly extending her soft, delicate tongue, gently caressing her lips, her body subtly shifting in front of him. The subtle charm of Law activated silently.

Over the years, she had honed this divine authority to its utmost limits, capable of altering any sensory perception affected by the power of seduction. What she was activating now was none other than vision and perception!

If Boris truly managed to break through the Shielding Power, he would be directly ensnared. At that point, any deception or lies he had spun would unravel by themselves.

In this moment, the Goddess of Seduction moved with an endless, captivating grace, drawing out the hidden desires deep within one's soul. Even a god would not be able to resist!

This feeling, let people want to drop everything, will her hard pressed in the crotch, crazy output ravage, will her son pinch! I'm gonna stick her pussy in the crash!

This is no longer a simple sexual desire, but is controlled by the desire of madness!

The gods of the Ashen faction were well aware of the Goddess of Seduction's abilities, and they quickly shut their eyes, fearing they might inadvertently fall under its influence.

At the same time, they focused intently on Boris's movements. With the Charm Law being applied so closely, even someone with only the weakest Divine Power like Boris would be unable to resist. Even a higher-level divine authority would not be immune and would fall prey to it.

Yet, despite the Goddess of Seduction's body twisting almost beyond endurance, Boris remained completely unaware. Under the influence of the Charm Law, even a eunuch would lose control of their desires and would be driven to rip her apart with his hands!

"This is impossible! No one can resist my Charm Law!"

"Unless... he is truly shielded by the Shielding Power!"

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