This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

The God of Magic remained calm and composed, continuing, "The extraterrestrial evil gods are invading forces that are destroying this world. The Nine Gods will not directly help you, but they will also not interfere with your acquisition of their power or your elimination of them, if you have the ability to do so."

Abiston was immediately curious.

The Nine Gods are so tolerant? What do they think of my plan to steal the power of the Creator God?

"We also know about your resurrected retinue. We hope you will not order your retinue to do things that destroy the world. We will still not interfere with you."

This god of magic can read minds?

"I cannot read minds, at least not directly. It's just that you are currently in the realm of gods as a soul, and souls do not hide their thoughts."

Do gods really not need to use the toilet?

"...We do not have the same metabolic process as ordinary people, nor do we need to obtain energy by digesting food."

Abyss couldn't help but laugh; now he could freely ask the questions he was curious about.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Abyss That Never Stops

"I'm very curious to know, when did you learn that I planned to steal the power of the Creator God?"

Abis raised the question directly.

He didn't think he could hide anything from the gods of this world. His soul was in their divine realm, and whatever he thought would be seen through. Rather than stammering, he might as well speak openly and honestly.

It doesn't matter if others disagree, the Abyss just won't stop anyway.

"From the moment you resurrected Saintess Flora," the God of Magic said calmly, "in fact, all five descendants of the 'transmigrators' are under our surveillance. Flora is the only descendant who can use divine magic, and her connection with us is very close. Not to mention that you also borrowed some of the power of divine magic to enhance your necromancy. We have to admit that you are very bold."

"Thank you." Abis bowed again.

"Don't worry, although you are a crazy rebel, you are first and foremost a resident of Hay-Tver. As the gods of this world, we will not interfere with your actions. You just need to do things that will not disrupt the balance of the world."

“I am a necromancer of principle,” Abyss said with a polite smile. “Even if the gods did not remind me, I would consciously abide by the necromancer’s code of conduct.”

The God of Magic nodded. As the manager of magic in this world and the deity worshipped by all mages, He naturally knew what the creed of necromancers was. Moreover, the Abyss's actions had indeed not violated this creed, and the balance between life and death had not changed because of the appearance of an overly powerful necromancer.

"The extraterrestrial evil gods all come from worlds that have already been destroyed. They come to our world for only one purpose: to parasitize here and use our world's faith, life, and other resources as nourishment to sustain themselves," the God of Magic told Abyss. "Their purpose is very simple, but if we let them continue, our world will be destroyed sooner or later. Your actions are beneficial to maintaining the peace of Hay-Tver, which is one of the reasons why we will not stop you."

“What if I kill the creator god and become the creator god myself? Would that be harmful to the world?” Abyss asked, spreading his hands.

"This is an arrogant idea, and you have almost no chance of succeeding, so we will not consider this risk for the time being." The God of Magic seemed to lack human emotions, and did not show any disdain for Abyss's audacious question. He simply explained with absolute rationality, "As someone who has studied divine magic, you should know about the concept of hierarchy."

Abyss nodded. He had indeed learned about this topic while talking to the deceased sorcerer, and he had also actively explored it later. His previous battle with the Fallen Lord was an application of the concept of hierarchy.

In essence, rank refers to the priority of an individual within a world, ranked from highest to lowest as gods, intelligent races, uncivilized beings, and inanimate objects. This rank order does not mention the creator god, though the Abyss estimates that the creator god's rank is one level higher than that of the gods.

The difference between high-ranking and low-ranking individuals is obvious. The reason why the Church can use divine magicians as its strongest force is because divine magicians use divine abilities through prayer. Their rank is higher than that of ordinary individuals. Therefore, when divine magic is used on individuals other than gods, the effect is absolute and cannot be canceled out. The effect is only affected by the strength of the divine magician.

For example, if a sorcerer uses divine magic to erase one hundred units of magic from a target, then no matter what means the target uses, what kind of armor they wear, or what kind of fortress they hide in, one hundred units of magic will still be erased. The only thing they can do is increase their own magic capacity to make the loss of one hundred units of magic seem less serious.

The reason why divine magic can cause great damage to the undead is that the undead are generally inanimate objects, their status is too different from that of gods, and they are products outside the rules of the world. Therefore, they will be burned to ashes by the very powerful corrective force caused by the difference in status.

The Creator God's status should be supreme, and the Abyss knew that challenging the Creator God was utterly wishful thinking. If the Creator God so desired, he could perhaps directly alter history, making it so that Abyss Bellator had never been born, or simply turning the Abyss into a skunk or some other small animal.

That's why the Abyss wanted to seize the power that the Creator God had neglected to reclaim while He was away, in order to gain the right to challenge Him. If he possessed the power of a higher rank, then it might not be so easy for the Creator God to deal with him.

"It seems you not only understand the hierarchy, but also have the inclination to study its function." The God of Magic, who had seen through Abyss's thoughts, nodded again. "Talking with someone as knowledgeable as you saves a lot of explanation time. So, we have a task for you."

"I'm all ears."

"Your continent is the only place in this universe with intelligent races. In order to prevent you from going down the wrong path and causing disaster to the world, I will put a chain on your soul to monitor your behavior at all times. Once we find that you have gone astray, we can forcibly pull your soul into the realm of gods. The harm you can cause when your soul leaves your body will be minimal."

The God of Magic calmly uttered this extremely domineering request.

He was indeed not a philanthropist; summoning the soul of the Abyss to the realm of the gods was merely a means to restrain his actions.

"Are you really going to do this?" Abis shrugged.

“Now, Bellator, extend your hands to me,” the god of magic said to the Abyss, tapping his wand lightly on the ground.

Abyss pouted and stretched out his hands.

The god of magic waved his wand lightly, and a golden thread emerged from his heart, gently wrapping around the wrists of the Abyss.

“My lady, you gods are really careful in what you do,” Abyss said helplessly. “You know I wouldn’t do those things; I have no interest in that kind of thing.”

"Just in case." The God of Magic did not stop. The threads that flowed from His heart gradually tightened around the Abyss's wrists, forming something like handcuffs. One end of the handcuffs was connected to the God of Magic by the threads.

Abyss stretched out his arms, watching silently as the god of magic did all this.

The thread continued to tighten.

Abyss gave a slight smile.

The god of magic seemed to have seen through the soul of the Abyss. For the first time, He raised His head fully, and a pair of eyes shining with blue magical light under His hood stared intently at the Abyss.

At the same time, the golden thread broke, fell limply to the ground, and disappeared.

“I must refuse, my lady, I don’t like being watched, because it feels like being in an ogre’s stomach.” Abyss smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

The divine magic cast by the gods themselves failed to work on the Abyss.

Chapter Ninety-Five: I Hate This

"My chains failed to bind you. Is your soul incomplete?" the God of Magic asked without emotion. "But we summoned you only after you had completely repaired your soul through hibernation, and now it seems there is nothing wrong with your soul. I am curious... what you have done to your soul."

The Abyss's soul now appears intact. The small piece he tore off his face to feed the Fallen Lords has now been fully restored. The Abyss in his soul form has a fair and smooth face, just like his physical body.

Abyss smiled and opened his arms, gesturing for the god of magic to see for himself.

"...I see. You didn't let your soul recover on its own, but rather filled the original void with a piece of your own soul that you created." The God of Magic quickly read what Abyss was trying to say from his thoughts. "This soul is very exquisite, so it took you some time. It can give your soul the same strength as before, but it's like a prosthetic limb; it's not actually part of your soul."

Abis nodded.

"Using a self-created artificial soul to replace a part of the function of your own soul... You are truly a genius. No one has ever done this before you."

The God of Magic nodded slightly.

“That’s right, Lady of Magic, I hope you will give up the idea of ​​spying on me. I don’t like being spyed on. Although it doesn’t cost me anything, I hate the feeling of being controlled by others.” Abyss spoke very sincerely, without the slightest arrogance in her tone, but the content of her words was extremely arrogant.

A mere mortal dared to utter the words "I hate it" to a god? If the Vatican heard this, they would surely want to kick him in the backside: gods don't need mortal opinions, and mortals cannot disobey divine will. This isn't about seniority or hierarchy, but a natural hierarchy of power; before the absolute power of a god, mortals have no right to refuse His will!

Even though the Abyss once challenged and defeated the extraterrestrial evil gods, he is still a mortal now, and he is currently only in soul form, still in the realm of gods, the domain of the gods!

Magic is naturally formed in the world of Haiteville. The God of Magic is not the creator of magic, but he is the absolute administrator. If the God of Magic were to make a move, Abyss would instantly lose control over all magic and become a weak and ordinary boy. Flora and Leona would also turn to ashes when the necromancy ends.

But Abyss still said it!

“You know I can retrieve the soul you deliberately released. Leona’s dream is outside our observation range, so I don’t know exactly what you did, but I know that your soul fragments must be hidden somewhere, otherwise they couldn’t automatically grow to meet the needs of the Fallen Lord. Once we begin our search, your soul fragments will have nowhere to hide.” The God of Magic blinked, seemingly unconcerned by the Abyss’s arrogance. In His eyes, the Abyss was nothing more than an ignorant mortal.

“I know you can’t take it back.” Abyss casually sat down on the ground. “I did store a fragment of my soul in a place, but you will never be able to reach it—yes, stop staring at me like that. I hid a fragment of my soul inside Leona’s soul, and Leona’s soul has the power of the creator god…”

"...of a higher status than us."

“That’s right, I’ve done my homework on this thing called rank.” Abyss nodded knowingly. “I’m betting that you won’t be able to interfere with Leona’s soul. She is mortal, that’s true, but the power of the creator god within her is genuine.”

"Do you know how crazy your actions are?" the God of Magic asked. "Do you know that if Leona is seriously injured one day, you will not only suffer the backlash of the necromancy bond, but also suffer a severe blow to your soul? This is not an exaggeration. Your enemies are extraterrestrial evil gods, and it would be easy for them to do these things."

“I believe in Leona’s strength, and I will do everything in my power to protect her. That’s enough.” Abyss gazed into the eyes of the God of Magic.

“You have defied the will of the gods. I can now strip you of your control over magic and make you pay the price for your arrogance.” The God of Magic did not appear angry, but His words began to become aggressive. “You certainly don’t want to lose your power and your followers, do you? I’ll give you one last chance.”

“No, you wouldn’t do that,” Abyss smiled. “For some reason, you can’t stop the invasion of the extraterrestrial evil gods, and I am your only tool, right? Moreover, I have a feeling that you intend to use me to achieve a larger plan, although this feeling is very vague, I think I’m not wrong. An ordinary person without power can’t be a tool of your great god, don’t you think?”

"..." The God of Magic fell silent.

"So, may I go now?" Abyss shrugged. "I'm starting to miss my two lovely servants."

“You are cunning, bold, and even audacious.” The God of Magic looked at the Abyss quietly. “You have the ability and the courage to mock the gods. No mortal has ever dared to treat us like this. Even simple disrespect would bring bad luck or even disaster… but you are not afraid of anything.”

"You flatter me." Abyss stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his backside.

“But I’ve decided to let you go. You can leave now, and we’ll drop the surveillance on you.”

Abyss smiled radiantly like the sun and bowed to the god of magic.

"Thank you, noble lady."

After saying this, his figure gradually faded away in the garden of the gods and eventually disappeared.

The god of magic stood still and slowly walked towards a tree in the garden.

A tall, thin man appeared under the tree at some point. Leaning against the trunk, he looked expressionlessly at the God of Magic: "Hilianda, are you really going to let him go like this? He should be under our surveillance."

“We can’t afford to break ties with him, Dreiheim,” the God of Magic said calmly. “This is the second opportunity we’ve waited countless years for, and I have a feeling that there won’t be a third. We must seize every possibility we have now. Since he has read the journal as we expected, we should know when to stop and not be greedy like mortals.”

“You’re right, Cirianda.” The tall, thin man nodded calmly. “I will continue to monitor the balance between life and death with Nelia. If Bellator’s actions cause problems, then we’ll think of a solution.”

"Is there any news from the master?" the God of Magic suddenly asked again.

“You know, our master does things entirely based on his interests, there’s no pattern to it, and none of us have received any news from him.” Drem shook his head.

The god of magic nodded slightly, and He and the tall, thin man disappeared into the garden at the same time.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Exchange of Intelligence After Awakening

As soon as Abyss opened his eyes, he saw two eyes, one gold and one blue, staring at him very close, and his breath was hitting their faces.

"Ah!" Leona was the first to react when she saw Abyss wake up. She was startled by Abyss's sudden opening of his eyes and quickly retreated.

Flora, however, stared at the Abyss's face somewhat slowly, taking a moment to confirm that the Abyss was truly awake before removing her head from its face.

"You're awake?" Flora patted her chest in relief. "Leona and I just saw your eyes glowing. We didn't know what was happening. I tried to influence you with divine magic, but it didn't work. Are you alright now?"

"Do you remember who I am?" Leona asked nervously from the side.