CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER333-KOGMAW PROFITS GREATLY

Overall, Daniel was very satisfied with his harvest this time.

Not only had his combat strength been significantly enhanced, but he had also gained the ability to wield elemental attacks.

He could be certain now that his overall power had advanced to a new and terrifying level.

At 5:21 in the morning, there were still one hour and thirty-nine minutes left until the sun rose. At that moment, Daniel’s figure appeared in front of Charlotte.

She was in the midst of her Star Upgrade Quest, focused entirely on her own trials, when Daniel appeared so suddenly that she froze for a moment in surprise.

"Lord Daniel..." she murmured, her expression complicated.

Charlotte’s feelings toward Daniel had become a tangled knot.

Not long ago, she had still believed in her heart that her talent was great, that her potential was extraordinary, and that one day she might surpass him.

But the truth had crushed that fantasy.

With the passing of time, the gap between them had only grown wider, so wide that she could no longer even glimpse the shadow of his back.

When she faced Daniel now, she felt a sense of distance that left her breathless. He was a mountain too high to climb, a peak far out of her reach.

In her heart, she admitted she no longer had the qualification even to compare herself with him. She could not even see the glow of his trail, as if he had soared into a sky she could never touch.

Daniel’s voice cut through her thoughts, calm and certain. "I’ve come to take you to inherit the Summoning God Position. Before that, however, you will need to experience death. Don’t be afraid. I will bring you back."

As he spoke, he casually drew a dagger from his side.

Charlotte did not resist, nor did she protest. She simply nodded, her expression steady, her voice silent yet filled with acceptance.

In the presence of the great Crossbridge Sovereign, even life and death no longer seemed to carry the same weight. The boundary between the two had blurred.

Daniel made a small motion of his hand, and Charlotte’s life was ended in an instant. He reached into the unseen layers of existence and pulled her soul free.

Charlotte’s consciousness faded into nothingness for only a few seconds.

Then she gasped awake again, her soul drawn back into her body, and she found herself breathing once more. She realized at once that she had been resurrected.

Confusion filled her eyes as she looked at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where... is this?" she asked softly.

"This is an ancient ruin," Daniel explained. "It does not belong to the Myriad Races Continent."

He offered this clarification deliberately.

This realm followed rules that were not quite the same as those of the continent.

Although these rules were far less dangerous than the extremes of places such as Crystal Island or the Desert of Time, where even the slightest mistake could bring sudden death, they were still unusual enough to warrant caution.

Charlotte, however, was already sensing something. Some instinct tugged at her. She walked forward, step by step, and before long she saw it: atop a massive stone coffin rested a radiant God Position.

Her breath caught, her eyes wide with wonder. "A Summoning God Position...?"

Her proud heart trembled. She bowed low, her voice reverent. "Thank you, Lord Daniel. I truly thank you."

Charlotte’s nature had always been proud, but in front of Daniel she suppressed that pride completely. Here, she displayed humility, submission, and gratitude.

Daniel nodded slightly. "Go ahead. I will be waiting here."

Half an hour later, Charlotte had successfully completed the inheritance of the Summoning God Position.

At the same time, Alice was undergoing her own divine inheritance elsewhere. Daniel felt no concern.

He had already lived through this sequence countless times in repeated timelines.

He knew the outcomes well.

There was nothing to worry about, and as expected, no surprises or accidents occurred.

At six o’clock in the morning, Daniel’s figure once again appeared, this time in the Chaotic Hills. His lips curved in a faint smile as he looked toward the massive being in front of him.

"So, it is settled then," Daniel said.

Kogmaw nodded heavily, his expression calm but resolute. "If you go to war against Fleshheart, I will take part in the battle. In return, I will serve you for ten years. I understood that correctly, didn’t I?"

Daniel nodded again. "That’s right. Exactly."

Hearing this, Kogmaw’s face broke into a faint, triumphant grin. "Then let us seal the contract."

The truth was that from the first time they met, Daniel had been locked in endless negotiations with Kogmaw. He had bargained and tugged and argued with the ancient being through countless cycles of repetition. At first, Daniel had tried to frame conditions to persuade Kogmaw to help him eliminate the Fleshheart by offering enticing terms. But the more negotiations he repeated, the more he realized something: even without receiving any advantageous terms, Kogmaw himself already harbored the desire to slay Fleshheart.

By the time of the final negotiations, when Daniel had complete control over the direction of the discussion, Kogmaw even went so far as to offer his loyalty. He willingly pledged to serve Daniel for a span of ten full years.

To Kogmaw, this was not foolish. This war was one of the rarest events imaginable: a battle of the Fake God level, a confrontation so monumental that it might only occur once in several thousand years. He had waited for ten thousand years without finding such a chance. Now, at last, the opportunity had arrived.

If the price of entering such a war—and potentially grasping a chance to ascend another tier—was only ten years of service, then it was not just worthwhile; it was a bargain. For Kogmaw, this was not a loss but a tremendous profit.

As a result, Daniel found himself in a position of great advantage. Not only could he harness Kogmaw’s terrifying battle power without paying any true cost, but he had also gained ten years of service in the bargain.

As for the mysterious God of Elements, Daniel had little knowledge even after countless cycles of repetition. Strangely, even Kogmaw knew almost nothing about him. Among all the gods, only the God of Mist was more mysterious.

But the God of Elements was enigmatic for another reason. It was not that he possessed some hidden, overwhelming strength, but that he seemed utterly indifferent to everything. Even the prayers of his devotees went unanswered. When he accepted followers, he did nothing to guide or manage them, leaving them to their own devices. He was a god of complete neglect, granting freedom but also silence.

This explained why Daniel, despite all his searching, had failed to collect any concrete information about him. Kogmaw, for his part, was long accustomed to such behavior. When Daniel raised the subject, Kogmaw gave his agreement without hesitation. To him, the God of Elements was simply irrelevant.

Daniel’s life had become busier than ever. His avatars were also endlessly occupied, scattered across realms, managing countless threads of his grand plan. Yet at last, one avatar found a brief moment of freedom, enough to return to the Divine Realm.

In the Divine Realm, Daniel moved to a hidden corner, a place sealed away in the deepest reaches. The area was protected by strange enchantments. To any ordinary visitor, the seals would influence perception, compelling them to overlook this place entirely. This was why it had remained undiscovered for so long.

If Daniel had not previously employed the Eye of Insight, he too might have ignored its existence, his senses sliding past it as if nothing were there.

Now, standing before the sealed barrier, he gazed at the space behind it. His eyes narrowed into a frown.

Beyond the barrier lay a dark and ominous portal, radiating an aura of suffocating corruption. He knew what awaited within, for he had entered once before in the first cycle of repetition.

Behind that portal dwelled an army of Angels of Gold and Silver, beings that had been grotesquely altered through countless modifications. Their bodies bore marks of unnatural transformation, as though sculpted into weapons or twisted into something no longer divine.

And running through their forms, infused into their very being, was a sinister substance.

It was known as the Filth of God.