You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

In February of the 485th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, a chilling sense of astonishment and vigilance surged within the dimensional folds at the edge of the core of the Spirit Realm's order, a presence hidden deep within Agris's molten divine body.

The situation is unfolding in a trajectory far exceeding His predictions, plunging into an unknown abyss.

During this time, He acted like the most patient shadow hunter, continuously and secretly releasing His unique aura of rules within the core area of ​​the spirit realm's will, which was constructed of pure chains of order.

The scorching heat, destructive force, and indomitable will that originated from the very essence of battle were incompatible with the gentle and peaceful ordered energy of the spirit realm.

[Furthermore, under the multiple layers of cover provided by the rules of the Night God's Dark Night, He deliberately leaked out faint yet fundamentally different ripples of divine power unique to the Red Heart Society.]

These unusual signals, which should have triggered alarms in the spirit world's rules like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, seemed to have sunk without a trace.

Not only did the will of the spirit realm, seated atop the throne of order, remain unresponsive, but even the true gods of the spirit realm, who should be constantly vigilant and protecting the core, showed no sign of agitation.

This eerie silence caused a sudden, chilling glint to flash deep within Aglios's golden eyes.

Could it be that the web of infiltration by the will of the abyss and the will of hell has already reached the most sacred and inviolable core layer of the spirit realm?

[Under the very nose of this primordial will of the spirit realm, how could the shadows of the abyss and hell have silently spread here?]

If even the group of true gods guarding the core forbidden area has been infiltrated or corrupted, then the spirit realm's gradual decline and defeat over the years has the cruelest and most reasonable explanation.

The enemy has already planted a spies within our ranks; isn't the collapse of our empire inevitable?

If that's really the case, then the abyss and hell are terrifying!

[Then we'll have to stay in the spirit world even longer!]

Otherwise, the day the spirit realm collapses will be the day the Abyss and Hell settle accounts with the Red Heart Society.

Even amidst swirling doubts and a looming abyss, Agrelius remained as meticulously crafted as a war machine, strictly adhering to the predetermined plan for turmoil in the spirit world.

[He continued, like a ghost, to sow the seeds of anomalies—seeds powerful enough to disrupt the very rules—without arousing suspicion from the abyss or hell.]

Meanwhile, the divine core, constructed from pure combat wisdom, had already devised and perfected countless escape routes that could tear through dimensions and vanish into the void.

As the God of War who governs the rules of battle, He deeply understands the ironclad principle that only by fighting can one negotiate peace, and only by retreating can one advance again.

A perfect retreat route is itself an integral part of the art of combat.

With the Night God's dark rules, powerful enough to distort the perception of space and time, providing support, He was 70% confident that, the moment the plan was exposed or forced to activate, He could lead the team to tear apart the barriers of order in the spirit world and escape into the Star Abyss.

[In August of the 498th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the urging intent from the will of the abyss and the will of hell, like a leech clinging to a bone, suddenly intensified.]

The restlessness and impatience, almost solidifying into a destructive torrent, assaulted Agris's mental barrier.

What sank even deeper into His heart was that the reserve teams, originally lying in wait in the outer star regions as emergency backups, were quietly beginning to converge on the core area under the orders of the two world wills.

He was astonished by the Abyss and Hell's near-omniscient intelligence-gathering abilities; the understanding these two great worlds had of the internal reactions of the Spirit Realm's will, even the subtle fluctuations in its rules, was terrifyingly precise.

Just as Agrus attempted to delay again, citing the imperfect timing, a chilling, primal tremor swept over His will.

Before them, the two War Demon God and Sea Demon God, who had been humbly seeking knowledge of the secrets of the rules, suddenly stiffened their towering divine bodies.

The next moment, deep within their demonic eyes, burning with the flames of destruction, the light of individual will vanished like a candle flickering in the wind, replaced by a churning, pitch-black chaos symbolizing absolute disorder and destruction.

[The Will of the Abyss!]

[Arriving here!]

[They forcibly took over the bodies of these two demon gods!]

Almost simultaneously, the eerie figures of the Lord of Hatred and the Demon Lord of Deception froze, as a torrent of crimson, filthy hellish will brutally swept over and took over their divine cores.

The divine will that they once took pride in, symbolizing their eternal divine status, was as fragile as the strings of a puppet before the primordial power that ruled their respective great worlds, easily snapped and replaced.

[The power of God!]

At this moment, Agris witnessed the ultimate truth of the system of authority in the most direct and brutal way.

So-called gods are nothing more than shells that the world's will can wear and discard at will!

Life, death, honor, and disgrace all hinge on a single thought of the will of the great world!

Even the will of hell, which imposes the fewest restrictions on its true gods and demands the most freedom in the entire universe, has now revealed its fangs.

This is hardly freedom.

[This is clearly just a set of deceptive rhetoric from the "Will of Hell"!]

[If the will of hell so desires, it can replace and control this group of hellish true gods at any time.]

【really! 】

The fact that the two Abyss Demons and two Hell-type Demons broke free from control and came to infiltrate the Spirit Realm was not because they had gained the trust of the Great World's Will.

On the contrary, these four true gods have already been sentenced to death in the hearts of the abyss and hell!

[Just think about it: what would happen if the God of Authority, acting out of control, encountered the God of Rules?]

Do you really think that authority and true gods are all honest people?

[Since you wish to walk the path of transformation, you must be prepared for utter annihilation.] [And hell is adept at deception, deceiving in an instant; Agrippa understood this principle even more thoroughly now.]

The two chaotic wills that have taken over the bodies of the Demon God and the True God of Hell exude an undeniable destructive command from their churning crimson and dark orbs of light, like invisible shackles binding Agris and the God of Night.

[Explode!]

[Start now!]

As they spoke, the light of the will of the abyss and the will of hell shone forth around them.

[If they weren't wary that directly using the power of the Demon God would instantly awaken the sleeping behemoth of the Spirit Realm's will, they probably would have already kicked the troublesome Agris aside and personally carried out that devastating impact.]

At this moment, what they need is the characteristic of the True God of Rules—that he transcends constraints and is not easily locked onto by the spiritual realm's rule network—as cover.

Agrelius stared at the four puppet-like divine bodies before him, now mere vessels, their golden eyes flickering with uncertain light.

Thank goodness!

Guided by the visionary founders who pierced through the mists of time, the Red Heart Society has never trod this seemingly shortcut, yet ultimately path to eternal enslavement.

The path of rules, though fraught with thorns and peril, grants the true god the only possibility to break free from shackles and take control of their own destiny.

The true god of the Red Heart Society is willing to die for ideals and burn himself for civilization, but will never be a fish on someone else's chopping block, at the mercy of others!

This sacrifice, stemming from free will, is worlds apart from the helpless destruction of a puppet of power.

Suppressing the chilling relief deep within his divine essence, Agrelius's face, forged from lava and battle intent, instantly switched to the fanaticism and cunning most befitting the chaotic faction.

[His divine voice, imbued with a surging destructive impulse, was subtly interwoven with absolute reason.]

The abyss reigns supreme!

Hell is eternal!

We have approached the heart of the spirit world!

However, the prey is not yet fully trapped; the net of order still exists!

A forceful attack now might alarm the giant beast and lead to failure!

[Give me a little more time, until their defenses falter for a fleeting moment, and I will ignite the flames that will burn the world, turning the core of the spirit realm into a chaotic graveyard!]

His will is like the strongest chain of rules, firmly anchored on caution and the greater good.

A long-term plan cannot be ruined by a moment's haste.

If the two rulers insist on launching this attack at this moment, we will naturally comply!

[But if the plan fails, the Red Hearts will only suffer losses, while the Abyss Hell will likely miss a golden opportunity to severely damage their arch-enemy!]

These words, which placed themselves in a secondary position of loss while infinitely elevating the benefits of the Abyss, were like precise wedges, driving them deep into the core of the two chaotic wills, which were being scorched by greed and impatience.

The crimson and dark torrents surged and collided violently in the void, but ultimately, the destructive impulse was temporarily suppressed.

[The cold, viscous will of the abyss and the will of hell finally revealed a hint of reluctant acquiescence.]

In June of the 502nd year of the Extraordinary Calendar, when Agrus once again directed his divine sense towards the core of the spirit realm, a light cluster radiating immense pressure of order that was so close at hand, the corners of his molten lava-formed mouth twitched slightly, almost uncontrollably.

【absurd!】

【This is absolutely absurd!】

[He has been lurking here, releasing unusual signals for decades, yet the will of the spirit world and its core guardian deity remain completely oblivious, as if they were blind and deaf.]

If He hadn't experienced it firsthand, He would almost have suspected it was a deadly trap set by the spirit world to lure Him in.

This slowness of composure goes beyond mere stupidity!

【That's all! 】

The last trace of hesitation in Agrus's golden eyes was replaced by a cold, resolute determination.

Since the will of the spirit realm has blinded itself and plugged its ears, determined to offer its neck to the butcher's knife, then it cannot be blamed.

Let this arrogant birthplace of order, amidst the violent upheaval of its foundations and the wailing of the fallen gods, properly taste the bitter fruit of its belated fall!

[But behind this ruthless act that is about to ignite the spirit world lies a deep-seated, unspeakable regret.]

At this moment, the Red Heart Society's wings are not yet fully grown compared to the abyss and hell.

[His own power is insufficient to protect him from the onslaught of the three colossal entities—the Abyss, Hell, and the Spirit Realm—let alone allow him to become a fence-sitter who can sway the course of the war.]

[The best strategy would be to patiently bide one's time, waiting until the Red Heart Torrent grows strong enough to attract the attention of all the heavens, then observe the three tigers fight it out, and finally seize the greatest reward from the post-war ruins with one's peak strength.]

In the final game of the global power struggle, only the strongest force that survives the war will ultimately control the discourse and the distribution of spoils.

【pity!】

Time waits for no one! (End of Chapter)