The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 284 The Dark Goddess Shar Reappears
Chapter 284

Sha'er, the Goddess of Darkness!
This name is a nightmare-inducing headache in almost the entire endless dimensional world and among top civilizations.

She not only posed a great challenge to many of the chief gods of the pantheon, but also deeply hated and helpless by the wizarding civilization!

It is no exaggeration to say that, whether in the sacred and glorious realm of the gods or in the rational and rigorous world of wizards, the reputation of the dark goddess Shar is extremely poor.

She herself has almost become synonymous with the word "trouble".

Not long ago, Nightmare Rift Valley quietly launched a series of operations targeting the avatar of the Goddess of the Magic Network.

Although this matter did not cause much of a stir on the surface, it had already been noticed by the civilization of the gods.

However, those gods did not give a real response.

Because the main god is immortal, his clones can multiply at will, like stars in the sky.

The loss of two clones at once meant nothing to them.

Therefore, the gods only issued a few symbolic condemnations and staged a counterattack before downplaying the matter.

I thought this game would continue within the established unspoken rules, with both sides restraining each other and not crossing the line.

However, in a certain plane of the world ruled by the Goddess of the Magic Network, there was a neutral place where a large number of the descendants of the gods and members of the wizard civilization gathered at the same time.

A war that was originally strictly limited to not involving higher beings was completely out of control due to Shar's sudden arrival!
She, without warning, shattered the long-standing tacit agreement between the civilizations of gods and wizards:

"No beings above the level of a sixth-level Morning Star Wizard are allowed to be deployed."

That is to say: the Wizarding Civilization shall not send His Majesty the Moon, and the Divine Civilization shall not send gods of equal rank to the scene!
But Shar... ignored orders and disregarded the rules.

With the terrifying pressure of a god, she descended upon that plane of existence, engulfing the entire battlefield in her boundless darkness, like an insatiable abyss that devoured everything!
This not only shocked the wizarding civilization, but also greatly angered the higher-ups of the god civilization.

Unfortunately, they couldn't control Shar at all.

Although she was nominally a member of the pantheon, she always went her own way and never obeyed the orders of the Pantheon.

It was precisely because of her unruly attitude that the situation completely collapsed.

Enraged, the wizarding civilization launched an unprecedented reprisal.

One after another, the Radiant Moon Lords left the wizarding world to infiltrate the realm of the gods and begin hunting down those deities who had interfered in wizarding affairs.

In an instant, divine blood was scattered across the starry sky, divine fire was extinguished, and the divine kingdom shattered and fell into the void!
The civilization of gods was not to be outdone. One by one, the truly powerful gods awoke and launched a counterattack against the Morning Star Wizard.

The flames of war spread suddenly, and murderous intent arose everywhere.

If it weren't for the strong suppression of the escalation of the situation by the top leaders of both sides, the two civilizations would probably have already entered a state of semi-total war or even total war by now!
Even so, the situation is beyond repair.

The goddess of darkness, Shar, personally shattered the unspoken rule that level seven beings should not participate in the battle.

Although on the surface both sides have restrained themselves somewhat and no longer openly use high-level beings on a large scale, this fragile balance has only been temporarily concealed.

Even today, the Wizarding Civilization still occasionally has the Moon Goddess launch surprise attacks on deities to carry out "limited purges";
Meanwhile, gods from various civilizations frequently descended to hunt down Morning Star Wizards, retaliating in kind.

The entire world order was completely changed because of Shar's single act.

A supreme god who disregards rules, scorns order, and reveres darkness and destruction, with unparalleled power, has turned the fragile and delicate balance between two top civilizations into a boiling mess of chaos.

Now, the power of the dark goddess Shar has once again quietly descended upon the wizarding world.

More precisely, her will was attached to Sel, the radical leader of the Meteor Council!

At this moment, Ser was kneeling on one knee, like a believer submitting to a god.

His body was covered in a dark, liquid substance, making him look like an alien wizard emerging from the abyss.

Its entire body was constantly writhing with viscous, dark ripples, almost identical to the chilling figure in front of it, the Dark Goddess Shar!
It is worth mentioning that the Shar who appears at this moment is naturally not the real Shar.

If she dares to descend upon the wizarding world in the form of a supreme god, it will inevitably cause a complete upheaval and collective hostility within the entire Wizarding Council in an instant.

That was the oppression of the gods that the world's power simply could not withstand; it was impossible for Sel to shield it with just a few magical formations in his hands.

The Shar before them was merely a powerful divine avatar manifested in the material plane.

However, even as a clone, her ethereal and dreamlike form still exuded the aura and majesty befitting a deity.

With her graceful curves, her right hand lightly resting on her slender waist, her figure alluring and upright, she strode forward with elegant yet imposing long legs.

With each step she took, dark, sticky trails appeared behind her, like a long, never-drying black dress.

It wasn't fabric, but some kind of living, dark substance that moved slowly across the ground, sending chills down one's spine.

Within this "skirt," one can even vaguely see countless tiny wriggling creatures twisting and spitting out.

Some have tiny tentacles, while others resemble slender snakes flicking their tongues, slithering and moving through the shadows.

That was not an inanimate object, but rather "her extension" that possessed some kind of consciousness.

Shar finally stopped in front of Sel, while Sel remained kneeling on one knee, too afraid to get up.

His gaze could only reach Shar's incredibly long legs.

Those long legs, which looked like jade but were definitely not flesh and blood, were not made of flesh and blood.

Rather, it is a perfect, illusory form condensed from a jet-black, viscous substance, alluring and aloof, yet possessing an inviolable divinity.

What's even more chilling is that inside that dark, viscous "skin," there are thousands upon thousands of tiny, slender creatures swimming around.

Each one rhythmically spewed out fine, snake-like threads, densely packed, as if her body itself were a nest of insects in an abyss.

In this eerie and oppressive atmosphere, Shar smiled softly.

Her smile was aloof yet not vulgar, elegant yet not approachable, like a queen looking down upon the world from her altar.

Her voice then rang out, clear yet deep, noble and calm.

Despite possessing a fairy-like waist and figure, and an alluring appearance capable of subverting the minds of mortals, her temperament is completely devoid of any vulgarity or seduction.

She was not a succubus, but a true deity, an unapproachable dark monarch.

This is not surprising.

After all, throughout the entire civilization of gods, Shar's status was never lowly.

She was one of the earliest main gods, and together with the Goddess of Light, she was one of the earliest deities in the Genesis.

The Goddess of Light gave birth to the world and became the mother of all things; she is the "World Mother Goddess" in the divine hierarchy.
Although Shar did not create life, she controlled all the laws of darkness, death, and destruction, and her status was almost on par with that of the Goddess of Light.

If the Goddess of Light represents the beginning of hope and order, then Shar represents the end and the end of the abyss.

Apart from that radiant "Supreme Mother," who could be more noble, more elegant, or more awe-inspiring than Shar?

"You gave everything..."

Shar parted her lips slightly, her voice like a divine bell in the sky, solemn and majestic, making people want to submit and kneel in worship.

"According to the rules of equality and equivalent exchange... I will grant you... the ability to change the status quo." Her words were devoid of emotion, yet they were filled with a feeling that made one's soul tremble.

As she finished speaking, her originally elegant and slender hand, which looked like it had been carved from ivory, slowly reached out towards Sel.

But the moment it got close, the hand suddenly twisted and changed!
The entire arm seemed to dissolve, transforming into clusters of wriggling tentacles made of a black, viscous substance.

These tentacles coiled like snakes, constantly tumbling and growing in the air. On the surface of each tentacle, countless tiny creatures crawled and swam, flicking out fine threads like snake tongues, seemingly uttering silent whispers.

It was a heterogeneous life form originating from the dark abyss, chaotic, mysterious, and defying common sense.

The tentacles themselves were constantly twisting, contracting, and expanding, as if each one possessed its own will to live, radiating a chaotic aura that shook the mind.

If an ordinary wizard were to merely "see" this scene, his mental strength would likely collapse instantly, shattering like porcelain on the ground!

Only beings at the level of Morning Star Wizard or above can barely withstand this kind of "performance" from divinity.

Ser remained kneeling devoutly on one knee, as if he had given up everything.

The wriggling tentacles slowly descended towards his head, gently and slowly, almost ritualistically, attaching themselves to the top of his head.

The next moment, the tentacles crawled downwards like snails.

Wherever it went, it left behind thick, black streaks, like poisonous ink seeping into the cracks of the soul, each drop corroding the boundaries of reason.

Nausea, discomfort, and a mentally shattering shock followed one after another, as if one was being dragged into an abyss by countless bizarre nightmares.

However, this is only the beginning.

As the tentacles further differentiated, they even began to penetrate Ser's facial features one by one: his two eyes, two nostrils, mouth, ears...

Tentacle after tentacle, like thirsty reptiles, silently "drilled" into his exposed seven orifices in the darkness!

They slowly but steadily explored Sel's head, as if trying to devour and reshape his entire consciousness!
Both body and soul, Ser has completely given up resistance and is completely open to Shar!

Shar, standing in front of him, gazed at him silently.

Her exquisite face, composed of dark, twisted matter, remained dignified and noble, retaining an almost timeless divine beauty even as it constantly changed and writhed.

She wore a thoughtful expression, as if she were using her tentacles to search and explore every corner of Sel's brain, memories, and even soul.

Time flows by silently.

tick tock...tick tock...

From Shar's constantly writhing tentacles, drops of thick, dark liquid occasionally dripped down, carrying a fishy, ​​sweet, and putrid odor.

It landed with a "thud" on the cold ground, making a faint but eerie sound.

However, the dark liquid that fell to the ground was quickly and quietly swallowed up by the black robe worn by Sel.

The robe writhed like a living thing, absorbing, enveloping, and fusing with it, and quickly channeling that power back into the depths of Sel's body.

This should have been a complete torture and desecration; any normal wizard would have let out a heart-wrenching wail under such intrusion, and even gone mad with pain.

But Sel's expression remained incredibly calm, even revealing a hint of secret ecstasy.

His eyes were closed, and his face showed a blissful expression, as if he were in a dream. Each intrusion of the tentacles brought him not pain, but a profound and thorough "gift".

At that moment, he felt as if he were being watched over by the gods and receiving the sweet dew of grace.

The whole person is like a fetus soaking in the gentle darkness, nurtured, enveloped, and reshaped by the darkness.

Finally, as each tentacle seemed to be forcibly torn apart by some invisible force, the dark goddess Shar slowly withdrew her once flawless jade hand.

In the instant she pulled back, the broken structure on her severed arm, composed of twisted, dark, viscous matter, seemed to wriggle and recombine as if self-repairing itself.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state, transforming into delicate, slender fingers with distinct joints and a warm palm.

At the same time, the severed tentacles did not disappear with the wind, but struggled and swam wildly as if they were alive, swarming towards Sel's facial features!

In an instant, those wriggling tentacles, like out-of-control abyssal beasts, forcibly burrowed into his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, as if trying to burst his entire head open!
The scene at that moment was utterly distorted, rampant, and outrageous.

If an ordinary wizard were present, simply witnessing this scene would likely cause their mental strength to collapse and plunge them into madness.

But shockingly, the curtain fell on this nauseating scene.

Instead of showing any sign of pain, Sel suddenly pressed down from one knee to both knees.

He lay on his back, arms outstretched, trembling all over, while a series of harsh, metallic "crunch...crunch..." laughs escaped his throat.

The laughter was hollow and piercing, like a shattered soul screaming in the endless void.

His body had long been completely twisted and deformed. Beneath his black robe, swarms of tiny insect shadows clung to him and slithered. These tiny creatures, flowing with black slime and constantly flicking their tongues, covered his skin, hair, and even his eyeballs and mouth, making him look as if his entire being had been polluted beyond recognition.

But Sel was immersed in an incomprehensible pleasure and satisfaction.

This feeling is not a false illusion, nor is it the spiritual inducement of the dark goddess Shar, but a real transformation from the depths of the soul and from the source of life.

He truly felt himself growing stronger; it was the exhilarating feeling of power constantly pouring in and expanding like a tidal wave!
He hadn't experienced the joy of growing strength for far too long since that terrible failure in the interdimensional expedition.

In that battle, he severely underestimated the profound depths of a certain world. He intended to conquer it with overwhelming force, but instead, he was countered and almost lost his life in a foreign land.

In his panic, he disregarded the cost of burning himself and forcibly opened the "Gate of Stars" in an attempt to escape back to the Wizarding World.

However, the moment he passed through, the star gate was captured and analyzed by the other party.

The coordinates of the Wizarding World were completely exposed, and Sel, due to his hasty retreat, failed to erase the traces of those otherworldly creatures.

This disaster ultimately triggered a violent reaction from the very origin of the world. The primal will of the wizarding world descended, activating the Great Array of the World's Origin, which swept away the invaders from the other world.

However, in return, Sel was also stripped of the protection of the world's origin and was completely "erased" from the origin's vision.

Since then, he has been unable to engage in high-level hunting and expeditions.

They could only remain in those weak planes, constantly wrestling with fifth-level Morning Star wizards, wasting their lives.

For him, who had lost the recognition of his origin, high-dimensional battles above the sixth-level wizard level became an inviolable forbidden zone.

Over the long years, his strength stagnated and his progress stalled. This pain was like a venomous snake coiling around him, tearing at his pride and ambition day and night.

He became increasingly paranoid and insane, attributing his inability to progress further entirely to the cruelty of the wizarding world and the "betrayal" of the world's very origin.

Thus, an extreme organization called the Radical Faction was quietly born and quickly grew, and Sel was the instigator behind it.

Now, when the dark goddess Shar finally extends her tentacles into the deepest part of his soul, giving him the possibility of breaking free from his shackles.

Sel gave up everything he had without hesitation.

At this moment, his ever-expanding magical energy was breaking through layers of barriers with an almost unstoppable force, leaping wildly from the peak of a level six being towards the threshold of a level seven being!

For this, he is willing to give up everything.

Even if it means hating the wizarding world, betraying the wizarding world, falling into endless darkness, and dedicating oneself to the throne of Shar...

All he wanted was one thing: greater power!
(End of this chapter)