Chapter 1569 Danger [8]

Chapter 1569 Danger [8]

The different levels of Godhood were relatively difficult to quantify.

As one entered the final stage of power, the differences between people became more obvious.

Every God was unique. Nobody could reach this level by using the common laws and concepts that everybody else used.

Each and every one had their own speciality, and because of that, the way they ranked up differed.

It was hard to put a universal term on the different levels of Godhood, but people had obviously tried many times.

Ceaseless research and an unbelievable amount of testing and effort created a system that most could acknowledge, even if it was impossible for it to be completely accurate.

Lesser Gods were those who had just ascended to Godhood. People like the two Damien fought when he was still working for Veritas were at this level.

They had Godly power and connections to the Heavenly God Plane, but power-wise, they were far worse than any of their peers.

True Gods were those who had gone past this level. They were roughly at the level of a peak Foreign Race Count or a lower-tier Duke, and already had a grip over their power.

True Gods were the real start of Godhood. This was where they began exploring Legends and the Soul to an extreme that people below their level simply couldn't comprehend.

Above them were Highgods. This was the level Duke Horacio was at, and the level Damien could fight at. These Gods had not only control over their power, but a level of experience that others couldn't match,

Highgods were usually more focused on a single concept within their law than the entire law itself, because they could take those concepts to the extreme and even make them surpass themselves.

That was the ultimate purpose of a God. To take a law beyond itself, to make the Heavenly Order adopt changes based on their comprehensions.

Finally, above all others were the Supreme Gods. Claire, Serena, Malefice, Malevalon, and the Grand Dukes. All of them were somewhere within this level.

The concepts they'd taken interest in would automatically become far stronger. Their mere presence was enough to twist the laws of the world, and they had already gone beyond what even Highgods could imagine.

Rather than external goals, they focused more on themselves.

Because there was nothing defined after the level of a Supreme God.

The only people who had ever exceeded that level, at least of those who existed in the two cosmos in the current day, were Dante and the Dark God.

They were the Unrecorded.

It was not the title of one man, but a title given to all those who surpassed the existing levels of power.

The Unrecorded were called as such because nobody else could figure out their power or their goals. No matter how close one got to that level, no matter how much research was done on the minds, bodies, and souls of these beings, nothing about them could be comprehended by those who had not reached their level.

While he had remained stuck at his current level, they had grown to the point where a girl he considered trivial in the past could now make him feel danger.

This rage acted like fuel for him.

Famas kept himself stable most of the time. He was a composed being that didn't allow others to see his emotions.

However, it wasn't that he was indifferent. That was no more than a facade.

Grand Duke Famas' power was fueled by emotion. The happier he was, the sadder he was, the angrier he was, the stronger he'd become.

He wasn't a fan of this power. It didn't match him at all.

Still, there was a reason he made it to Supreme Godhood with it as his foundation.

Even if he hated it, he was a genius at making it work.

The anger he felt towards himself and his circumstances for allowing his enemies to reach him, the anger he felt towards Serena and Void Palace for the events that had taken place in the past, the anticipation for a victory that would cleanse the shame he felt...

It all stacked up, enhancing Famas' power by manifold.

Serena watched it happen.

She remembered the past, the pain they'd experienced at the Grand Duke's hand before. When his emotions reached a peak, he became a true monster that still gave her nightmares to this day.

However, that nightmare was just a memory of the past.

Standing in front of him now, watching his power grow by the second...

...she didn't feel the same terror.

No, her thoughts were completely different.

'This is...surprisingly doable.'

She believed that she could win.

And she would make that happen as soon as she possibly could.

Because if a Grand Duke was sent for her, she couldn't even imagine what Claire was facing.

After all, when it came to monsters...

...was there really anyone as terrifying as Claire Ellowyn?