Chapter 444 445-The Deity’s Bargain

Chapter 444 Chapter445-The Deity's Bargain

?The young deity slumped powerlessly onto the throne, carelessly tossing aside the dark box.

A burst of urgent music emanated from the box, the voices faded, leaving only the roars of monsters.

Had they... lost?

Observing the young deity devoid of any vigor, Ali felt uneasy.

"Ah, my dungeon scrolls! That idiotic sniper! If I ever see him, I'll shoot him on sight! And that DPS! I'll DPS him to death!"

Suddenly, the young deity burst into a tirade, furiously cursing before finally sitting up, gasping for air.

"What do you want?"

The young deity looked at Ali, who stood at a distance, scratched his face, picked up the flat black box, pressed it a few times, and set it aside, "Forget what you just saw."

"By Nid above! My lord, I swear on my soul, everything I just witnessed will never be disclosed!"

Those possibly lost to the war, their sacrifices may forever remain unknown.

Silently, Ali mourned for them for a moment.

Seeing Ali's serious and solemn demeanor, the young deity tugged at his ear, his expression somewhat conflicted.

"I think you might have misunderstood something... Never mind, anything I say now would probably be misinterpreted anyway," the young deity shook his head, "I'm Nameless, just call me Nameless if we meet again."

"Yes, Lord Nameless!"

Although Ali had changed how she addressed him, the young man did not deny being a deity, further solidifying Ali's judgment.

"Speak then, what do you seek?" god Nameless raised his chin slightly, "If I find it suitable, I will fulfill your wish at an appropriate price."

The crucial moment had arrived!

Ali focused her attention, observing god Nameless's expression, and slowly articulated her desire.

"I seek the power to transcend the 'level barrier' of a magus!"

A silence ensued, as expected.

Begging for power was hardly a matter of pride, especially when facing the essence of the world.

There were countless more meaningful requests or wishes Ali could have made, such as asking Nameless to retrieve Lilianne.

Yet, she chose not to, understanding that a price must be paid by someone.

Sorovo's death.

The deaths of Sorovo's subordinates.

Thirty years of lifespan, and the soul after death, the price is certainly not low, yet they are both intangibles.

Ali's lifespan, by her own estimation, should be at least around three hundred years.

Losing thirty or even ninety years would still leave her with two hundred years, considering she is only seventeen now.

The remaining lifespan is a long stretch of time, unimaginably so.

The decision for this trade doesn't seem too difficult to make, just boldly accept it.

Yet, Ali is still afraid.

She doesn't know what exactly terrifies her, but her hand just won't lift.

"You're afraid of death."

"When the power directly tied to life and death is presented before you, you finally realize your insignificance and hence, feel fear. This is not uncommon and has nothing to do with courage. It's human instinct. Nid, when creating you, once attempted to eliminate it but failed," Nameless paused, "If you can't overcome this fear, turning and leaving is the best choice."

Ali didn't speak; she just silently stared at the pure white orb, her fists clenched.

Taking a deep breath, she finally raised her hand and gently pressed it against the orb.

"Thank you." A slight smile appeared on Ali's face.

"Goodbye, Lord god Nameless."

"Goodbye."

Nameless smiled back, picking up the flat black box, withdrawing his gaze.

A flash of white light, and Ali's figure disappeared.

Watching the flickering images on the black box in his hand, Nameless shook his head: "To be brave, yet seek help from the demon lord, truly interesting."

...

Her soul seemed to pass through a luminescent white corridor, a faint buzzing echoing in her ears, her vision stretching forward to a pinprick of darkness that pulsated, expanding and contracting like a breath.

Gradually, the sound of wind arose, the luminescent corridor becoming abstract, the buzzing in her ears intensifying until it morphed into a high-pitched screech.

Eventually, her vision surrendered to darkness, slowly returning to tranquility.

Ali slowly opened her eyes.

The air vortex still surrounded her, mana needles gently rotating in midair, time silently stretching on.

Had the incantation ended?

What about "Brave"?

The recent events felt like a dream, yet they were vividly clear.

Subconsciously, Ali rubbed her palms together, lifting her left hand.

It was this hand that had touched the pure white orb, and now, a date pit-sized, pure white mark faintly glowed on it, radiating a gentle warmth.