Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

In response, Longbo looked at the priestess and said, "You just need to know that I am still the same person I was before, unchanged."

The priestess smiled upon hearing this but said nothing.

No matter how much Longbo has changed, in her heart he will always remain the same as before.

Although he was hundreds of meters tall and weighed hundreds of thousands of tons, and didn't have any hair that he could help him style, he was still the person he cherished and trusted the most.

The priestess merely glanced at Longbo's transformation before leaving Pandora's Realm, leaving Longbo alone once again in the vast space.

Longbo watched the priestess leave before turning his gaze to the prompt in front of him, lost in thought.

You have a new task; please confirm it as soon as possible.

[Mission Description: Slay King Kong]

[Quest Reward: Skill Point *1]

"King... Gang?"

Longbo felt a little puzzled, so he used his senses to instantly take in the islands surrounded by storms in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

On that island that rose from the Earth's core hundreds of years ago, Longbo saw seven or eight giant horses scattered about, their bodies reduced to over eighty meters tall.

They are descendants of giant apes that survived the war against the Atomic Titans.

They are now completely trapped in the storm and the deep sea, spending their days playing Citadel with the Skeleton Giant Lizard.

There, Longbo found nothing unusual, so he withdrew his gaze and looked again at the prompt in front of him. King Kong, another classic movie monster.

King Kong has a long history in film, with numerous versions ranging from a few meters to hundreds of meters in size. Most only have basic stats, with only a few possessing the ability to release electricity.

But neither of them made much difference to Longbo. So he casually accepted the task, as usual contributing a portion of his will and power.

...

The remains of black elves fell from the sky, turning into a blackish-gray blizzard that blanketed the entire heavens, staining the world with a hue of death and despair.

The entire body seemed to be composed of countless crystals, a fantasy species that blotted out the sky—Avante Heim—floated quietly in the sky, like a nonchalant lion surveying its territory.

On the surface of the earth, a human figure with the head and limbs of a wild beast and covered in thick fur broke out in a cold sweat the moment he looked at it, feeling a chill run down his spine.

A chilling intuition brought him back to his senses, and he ran wildly in the opposite direction of the tribe to avoid bringing the danger back to the tribe and causing a crisis of extinction.

It is simply because it is a fantasy species, ranking second among the fifteen races in this world.

But it wasn't the real source of danger; what truly terrified him was what it represented.

The throne of the most powerful god, and the lair of the death angels under His command.

There live thousands upon thousands of inhuman killing machines that can evaporate the sea with a single strike and traverse thousands of kilometers in 0.02 seconds.

"Oh ho?" A beautiful voice rang out, its tone seemingly tinged with unspoken shyness. "I'm embarrassed by this compliment from a gentleman of such a lowly species!"

Praise?

The orc turned his head stiffly, and a beautiful blonde girl came into view, with a complex halo above her head and small, pure white wings on her back that were extremely eye-catching.

The Skywing race ranks sixth among the fifteen races.

Extremely dangerous…

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but he lost consciousness the next second, his head falling into the hands of a war weapon called the Skywing, where it was examined closely.

"Thank goodness, there's no blood on it!"

"Hum..."

The weapon, which looked no different from an angel but acted more madly than a demon, hummed an unknown tune as it flew toward its lair overhead.

Behind her, a hidden village was massacred, and beautiful angels stood amidst the bloody ruins and severed limbs, laughing and frolicking, comparing the rarity of the heads in their hands.

The interior of Abant Heim.

With emerald green hair, the beautiful angel knelt respectfully on the cold ground. The halo above her head was unusually complex, and the small wings at her lower back drooped slightly. Her heterochromatic eyes on her delicate face revealed obedience.

“Azriel…”

A deep, steady male voice rang out before them. The god, born with the concept of the strongest, looked at his daughter and the weapons of war.

“Lord Artesius, I am here,” the weapon named Azriel replied.

"I will die," the god whispered.

Azriel looked up at the throne's silhouette, which was twice the height of a normal person, and shook her head: "You must be joking."

"Ha ha…"

The strongest god let out a hearty laugh, raised his hand to display his power, and said with anticipation in his voice, "Azriel, my power is expanding rapidly. You should know what circumstances would cause this to happen."

Azriel's expression changed, but before she could speak, the strongest god gave the answer with a smile.

“A being stronger than me has been born.”

“But you will be stronger than Him,” Azriel looked up at the god and replied, “No matter how strong He may be, you will ultimately be the strongest.”

Her creator, the God of War, is an existence born from the concept of the strongest, the strongest being in this universe.

No matter how strong the enemy is, the essence of the God of War will become even stronger because of the enemy's strength.

His power is always above that of others; this is the unique ability that He possesses, born from the concept of the strongest.

This is a fact that even He Himself cannot change.

"... "

"Something extremely boring."

Artes sat upright on the throne, his gaze fixed on the continent, as if watching something, his eyes filled with anticipation.

...

Warmth, shivering...

When Longbo woke up again, he found himself in an infinitely extending energy corridor.

Strands of energy converged here, and an object shrouded in mysterious light lay before Longbo, containing an energy and a certain power that terrified him, as if even a mere wisp of it would be enough to create a complete world.

When he looked again, it had vanished, as if what he had just seen was merely an illusion.

Soon, Longbo realized that he had not descended in the form of a projection, but had been transformed by the built-in mod into a high-ranking being called Divine Essence, whose birth was imminent.

[God's name: Mara]

[Power: Revenge]

Chapter 169 Star Cup and Vajra (4k, to be updated tomorrow or the day after)

Revenge is a very simple concept. In short, it means returning everything you have suffered to the party that caused it.

At this moment, the concept and power that the mod has given to Longbo is revenge.

"Mar... La?"

Extending infinitely, seemingly as magnificent as the universe itself, within a corridor constantly imbued with endless energy, the essence of Longbo, who had been transformed into him, whispered to himself.

This name seems a bit unlucky.

He didn't know why he got this name, or how he came to have the so-called concept of revenge.

Logically speaking, based on its inherent nature, it should be categorized under the concepts of life or balance.

But in the end, all he got was revenge that was completely out of character for him.

With this question in mind, Longbo immersed his consciousness in the manifested essence within himself, reading the information contained therein little by little.

Soon, everything was laid bare before his eyes.

Longbo's initial perception was not an illusion; this universe was created by a trace of energy unintentionally leaked from an omnipotent authority called the Star Cup.

The object shrouded in mysterious light that he had seen earlier was the Star Cup, which was now immersed in the Elven Corridor where Longbo was.

Only by using absolute power to shatter this planet along with the Elf Corridor can the Star Cup be revealed to the world once more. Obtaining its existence will grant omnipotent authority, enabling one to transform the entire world and even the universe into whatever one desires.

However, penetrating this planet is not easy. Unlike Earth, this planet is the actual center of the universe.

Over a long period of time, it has endured intense battles with many gods, higher-dimensional beings, highly advanced technology, and magical species, yet it has only resulted in the destruction of its surface.

Longbo understood at a glance that it would take all the power of his projected image to break through it.

But clearly, the gods here won't just stand by and watch.

"Playing with life?"

Longbo muttered to himself, he roughly understood where he was now.

Years ago, the Black Death, who was on the purge list, came here. Before Longbo could even make a move, it was killed by an elite monster.

Now, King Kong has also come here.

Longbo then pursued him.

Now, Longbo only hopes that King Kong can survive and not be killed by a guy who can only be considered an elite monster, like Black Death.

The existence of the Star Cup piqued Longbo's interest.

He wants to get the Star Cup.

Obtaining the Star Cup might allow him to escape the awkward situation of being rejected by the real universe once he ascends.

Now that Longbo has been modded and become the God of Revenge, he has essentially earned his ticket to the Star Cup competition and is fully qualified to participate.

The two most crucial points now are that King Kong must live. If he is killed, then Longbo will also be unable to stay. He might be able to return with some of the concepts of the God of Vengeance, but he will miss out on the greatest prize.

Therefore, the first and most crucial thing is that Vajra must not die. As for the second, it is to find a way to be born smoothly, to hatch from the form of divine essence into a god.

Longbo is now in an awkward situation.

He had figured it out completely, because the life most suited to him, the god of the forest, had been born.

A god representing pure balance was also born, but was killed by a group of angels. Now, another species of the divine essence has been transformed into a nuclear-like weapon.

Because Rumble was born a human, and humans in this world are like prey to wild beasts, his concept is human revenge.

But just like Tet, the god of games in the original work, humans have to fight with all their might just to survive. Even the lowest-ranking race is no different from a natural disaster in their eyes, and they cannot even muster the thought of revenge.

After all, humans would never harbor thoughts of revenge against natural disasters such as floods, storms, and earthquakes.