Chapter 70 Reborn With the Infinite God...



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**What is a god?**

A being beyond comprehension.

Immortal. Untouchable.

But what do we call a being *above* a god?

**A Devil.**

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The air was heavy, thick with tension as the battlefield trembled beneath the sheer weight of the entities that stood within it. The walls of the ancient cave shuddered as the dark presence of a god loomed over it, Mictlantecuhtli's skeletal visage illuminated by the dim glow of eerie, ghostly flames flickering from the cavern's depths.

Axel stood at the center, but he was no longer the man he once was. His body had transformed. Dark fumes of malevolent energy oozed from every pore of his skin. His fingers—up to his elbows—had become black and shimmering, resembling dark metal. His eyes, black as the void, gleamed with crimson irises that pulsed like the heartbeat of something long dead.

His once deep red hair had turned to a pitch black, flowing like tendrils of shadow. And the aura around him... it was suffocating.

From somewhere deep in Axel's mind, a voice resonated.

**[Cursed Devourer Job Class Unlocked.]**

Mictlantecuhtli, the god of death, froze as his ancient eyes widened in disbelief. He had felt many things in his endless existence, but this... *this* was beyond anything he could have foreseen.

"Impossible!" The god rasped, his voice rattling like dry bones in a crypt. His skull jerked back in shock, his empty eye sockets bulging as though they could see more than the physical world.

Axel smirked, his voice cold and unwavering. "What's wrong, *god*? Scared?" His voice reverberated with a low growl that seemed to echo from the very shadows around them.

Mictlantecuhtli's momentary shock dissolved, replaced by a wicked grin that split his skeletal face. He stretched his gaunt body, cracking bones reverberating in the cave, as his ancient confidence returned. "So, you think unlocking some paltry new power will save you, mortal? Allow me to show you what a god can do."

Mictlantecuhtli's grin had faded. He could feel it now—his very essence being drained. His strength was slipping away. "I'm not... the real Mictlantecuhtli..." he wheezed, blood trickling from his skeletal nose, a sign of his weakening state.

Axel's eyes flared. "Then you're just as useless as you look." He appeared before the god in the blink of an eye, his fist driving into Mictlantecuhtli's skull with a force that shattered bone. The god staggered backward, his jaw hanging by mere threads of sinew.

But Mictlantecuhtli wasn't done yet. He caught Axel's fist before the next blow could land, a look of desperate determination in his hollow eyes. "You... you may have grown stronger, mortal, but I am a god. You cannot hope to—"

"Hah!" Axel's laugh was cold and mocking. "I already devoured your power. And now... I'm devouring your soul." He leaned in closer, his voice a sinister whisper. "A god may not die of decay, but your soul is another matter entirely."

Mictlantecuhtli's eyes went wide with terror as the truth dawned on him. His strength was being drained. His very essence was being consumed by Axel. "How... how did you know...?" he rasped.

Axel wrenched his fist free from the god's grip. "I can see everything about you. Your moves, your powers... your weaknesses. You're no god. You're just another obstacle in my way."

Mictlantecuhtli collapsed to the ground, his body crumbling as his life force was drained from him. He tried to speak, but no words came. Only the hollow sound of his final breath echoed in the empty cavern.

**[You have leveled up.]**

**[You have leveled up.]**

The notifications rang out, one after the other, as Axel's power surged. His aura pulsed with newfound strength, his body humming with energy.

"Hahaha! Your soul is rich, god. No wonder you held such power." Axel's laughter echoed in the cave, dark and triumphant.

Mictlantecuhtli's fading voice cut through his laughter, weak but defiant. "When the others come... all that you've gained... it will be nothing but a curse."

Mictlantecuhtli's final breath escaped his crumbling form.

And then there was silence.

***Author's note***

I'm tired... Barely managed to type 3 for today, thanks for reading.