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Liuyun City.

The Bartley family's castle was brightly lit.

The atmosphere at the dinner was warm and peaceful.

Doug was skillfully cutting the roast meat on his plate with a knife and fork.

His beard was meticulously trimmed, and his every move exuded the composure unique to soldiers.

The mother, Jenny, smiled as she served food to her daughter, Avril, her eyes so tender they could melt ice and snow.

Everything was the same as usual.

Raven ate his food quietly.

He chewed slowly, as if savoring every aroma of the food.

But his gaze kept sweeping over the faces of his family members.

He is remembering, he is engraving.

"Father."

Raven put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Doug looked up at his son.

He could sense that Raven had something important to say.

Raven flicked his wrist.

He took out a ring and pushed it to the center of the table.

"What is this?"

Avril curiously leaned closer to take a look.

"Storage ring".

Raven's voice was flat.

Upon hearing this...

Avril rolled her eyes.

Of course she knew it was a storage ring.

She was just curious about what was inside the ring.

Doug smiled, picked up the storage ring, and probed it with his mental energy.

next second.

Doug's hand trembled violently.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and probed his spiritual energy again, carefully confirming it again and again.

That's right.

Inside the ring lay six objects radiating divine light.

Three pieces of armor, and three seemingly ordinary ornaments.

But that oppressive aura proclaimed their identity—divine artifacts!

And there were a total of six items!

"Raven...this..."

Doug's voice was a little hoarse.

He didn't even know how to organize his thoughts.

The ultimate dream of a Saint-level expert might be to possess a divine artifact.

And now.

His son casually took out six items.

They noticed Doug's loss of composure.

Jenny and Avril both looked puzzled.

"Mother, Avril, you should take a look too."

Raven said with a smile.

Jenny hesitated for a moment, but still sent a wisp of her mental energy to probe inside.

Avril Lavigne followed closely behind.

Then.

The expressions on the mother and daughter's faces were exactly the same as Doug's.

Shock, bewilderment, and then a tremendous shock.

"God...artifact?"

Jenny's lips trembled slightly.

She was just a level nine mage, not even close to the threshold of the Holy Realm.

To her, divine artifacts were things that only existed in epics and legends.

"Um."

"Three low-level artifacts for physical defense, and three low-level artifacts for soul defense."

"Father, Mother, Avril, each of you should wear two pieces close to your body."

Raven nodded and explained with a smile.

He has been a god for over a decade.

He is a mid-level god.

Nurturing a lower-level divine artifact was not a difficult task for Raven.

Doug fell silent.

He looked at Raven with a very complicated expression.

There was relief and pride, but more than anything, there was an indescribable sense of distance.

His son had already reached a height that he could only look up to, and even could not comprehend.

These divine artifacts are enough to drive the strongest warriors of the Yulan Empire mad, even to the point of waging war.

But Raven handed them over to his family as if they were just a few ordinary pieces of clothing.

"Raven."

"Is there... something you want to tell us?"

Jenny, being a woman, is more sensitive and perceptive.

She sensed something unusual about this overly heavy gift.

Why give them such strong protection for no reason?

This doesn't seem like a gift; it's more like... making arrangements for the aftermath.

The moment the thought crossed Jenny's mind, her heart clenched.

Avril watched her brother nervously, her little hands gripping the tablecloth tightly.

The warm atmosphere at the dining table vanished instantly.

The air seemed to freeze.

"I'm getting ready to go on a long trip."

"Go to a very, very far place."

Raven looked at his family's tense faces and sighed inwardly.

He knew this moment would eventually come.

"A long trip?"

"How long will it take?"

Jenny quickly asked again.

She had a strange intuition.

Raven's departure this time is definitely different from the past.

"hell."

Raven lowered his gaze, looking at the reflection in the plate, and slowly uttered two words.

hell.

These two words, like a block of ice that has stood for millennia, instantly froze the last vestiges of warmth on the dining table.

Doug's pupils suddenly contracted.

Jenny's face turned deathly pale in an instant, completely devoid of color.

Avril covered her mouth, her eyes filled with terror.

What is hell?

That is the legendary highest plane, a synonym for demons and slaughter!

That place is a terrifying dimension where even gods perish!

"No!"

"I disagree!"

"Hell is too dangerous!"

"Raven, you can't go!"

Jenny was the first to scream.

Her voice became shrill with excitement.

She almost instinctively objected, a mother's instinct.

She would rather her son live an ordinary life than let him risk his life in a place where death is a near certainty.

"elder brother……"

Why go to hell?

"Isn't it good to stay at home? We have everything now."

Avril also spoke with a sob in her voice.

Today, the Bartley family is the most prestigious ducal family in the Magnolia Empire.

Avril also spoke with a sob in her voice.

Today, the Bartley family is the most prestigious ducal family in the Magnolia Empire.

Power, wealth, and status—they have it all.

All of this was caused by Raven.

But why would he risk his life?

Avril couldn't understand.

The only one who remained silent was Doug.

He did not object as vehemently as his wife.

He just stared intently at Raven, his eyes sharp as knives, as if trying to see through his son's soul.

As a warrior who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He understood the meaning of the word "stronger" better than his wife and daughter.

To stand still means to be surpassed.

But he also knew how terrible hell was.

Because he had heard Raven mention it several times.

In Hell, god-level powerhouses roam freely; even the Holy Domain is nothing more than cannon fodder.

Even though Raven became a god, what does he amount to in hell?

Give me a reason.

Doug finally spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy.

"Because the Magnolia Continent is too small."

Raven looked up and met his father's gaze.

He did not flinch at all; his gaze was calm and resolute.

Raven's words were like heavy hammer blows, striking Doug's heart hard.

Doug's body trembled slightly.

Lion... Big Cat...

He got it.

He understood completely.

His son Raven was no longer a lion he could tame.

He has his own sky and his own pursuits.

Forcing him to stay by your side is not love, it's stifling.

A tremendous sense of powerlessness welled up in Doug's heart.

He wanted to protect his son.

But he was dismayed to find that he couldn't even imagine the world his son would have to face.

All he could do was... believe him.

"How long will it take?"

Doug asked again, his voice tinged with weariness.

"have no idea."

Raven answered honestly.

"Perhaps several hundred years..."

"Perhaps several thousand years, perhaps... even longer."

"..."