Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Will of Hell is really going all in!"

Sterl's eyes gleamed with excitement, his heart overwhelmed with joy.

This was akin to an ancient emperor voluntarily sharing a portion of his power, offering him a share of the kingdom.

Of course, it was clear from this that Will of Hell had truly reached the end of its rope, resorting to every means possible to win over Sterl and enlist his help in resolving the current crisis.

After all, Sterl's strength was evident, and resolving the invasion of a layer of Hell was essentially a test of his power.

The results were clear: aside from some actions resembling those of a bandit, and the unfortunate loss of millions of souls, it had been nothing short of perfect!

"Too bad the creatures in this layer of Hell are almost all dead. It'll take decades, even centuries, for it to recover to a usable level."

After gaining the authority over this layer of Hell, Sterl immediately began experimenting.

With the authority in hand, it was as though he had synchronized to a map module of this entire layer of Hell. With just a thought, the entire landscape of Hell unfolded in his mind.

He could issue commands with a mere thought—this feeling was almost like that of a creator.

He could even condense power and control the terrain and climate of this layer of Hell, just as he controlled his inner little world, bending it to his will.

However, the attributes of this layer of Hell couldn't be changed—it would remain as the Venomous Swamp Hell. Any alteration in its nature would risk destabilizing the rules, potentially causing the collapse of the entire layer.

He then scanned the current state of the layer, not finding any trace of the strange invaders. However, he did discover several cowardly creatures hiding in various corners, avoiding the war.

Looking at the entire layer of Hell, which seemed almost useless, Sterl couldn't help but mutter in dissatisfaction.

At that moment, a message from Will of Hell arrived.

The general message remained the same—Will of Hell was attempting to please him, promising more Hell's Authority if he continued to eliminate invaders from each layer.

"Heh, now this is more like it."

Sterl paused for a moment, his face immediately breaking into a pleased smile. As he had suspected, Will of Hell was indeed doing everything it could to win him over, clearly afraid that he might decide to walk away.

But clearly, Will of Hell was overthinking. Sterl wasn't one to act without incentive. While opposing these strange invaders was risky, facing them now was far better than waiting for them to return and confront him later.

Moreover, the benefits and opportunities contained within this were enormous!

The reason Sterl placed so much importance on The Authority of Hell was that he wanted to consolidate the power of Hell. Once the Hell crisis was completely resolved, he would integrate the entire military strength of Hell and march back to Alpha 8!

He believed that under the overwhelming pressure of an endless army, no matter if it was the Orichalcum Kingdom, the Ashen Temple, or any other insignificant force, they would all tremble and be destroyed beneath his feet!

At that time, his legendary story would not only be completed in a perfect manner, but it would also reach an unparalleled height!

"Don't worry, now that I've received such a great benefit, I will naturally help you wholeheartedly."

Sterl spoke with a broad smile, addressing the air. After the layer of Hell was liberated, Will of Hell could move within this layer, so it could naturally hear his words.

This statement reassured Will of Hell, which then gradually fell silent. Moments later, a spatial portal appeared in front of Sterl.

This was clearly an entrance to the layer of hell.

"Let's go."

Sterl glanced at Boris and the others, who were still stunned. They suddenly shook themselves awake.

Looking at their master stepping out from the dazzling light, they could vaguely feel that their master… had grown stronger again!?

"My god! The ease with which the master's power is growing, it's like eating and drinking!"

"If this keeps up, won't the master be invincible?"

"Only someone as powerful as the master should control everything, rule everything! That day will definitely come!"

"If only the master would favor me once, how wonderful would that be…"

The group's thoughts were in constant motion, causing Sterl to feel even more pleased with himself.

Guess away, you all, guess as much as you want. Do you think you can ever truly understand my strength? Stay tuned with empire

He turned his gaze to Avril among the gods. The Goddess of Seduction was staring at him with a look of adoration. When she felt his gaze, she quickly lowered her head, a deep blush spreading across her face.

If before, she had been confident that she deserved to serve Sterl, now, with the immense power he had continually displayed, even she—the goddess capable of enchanting entire worlds—began to doubt herself. She found her identity and attitude becoming increasingly humble.

This scene stirred something deep within Sterl. The Goddess of Seduction was different from Gloria and Diana. As the wielder of the Enchanting Divine Authority and the Law of Seduction, every movement she made carried an innate allure.

Not only that, but her physical form—each curve, every inch of skin—was perfectly crafted, filled with raw temptation, making it impossible not to want to grab hold of her and indulge in the overwhelming desire to ravage and claim her.

Unfortunately, now was not the time, but once the matters of Hell were dealt with, he would be able to truly enjoy it.

As soon as he thought of this, a wave of heat surged through Sterl's chest. He was still intoxicated by the taste of Diana, and he was certain that the Goddess of Seduction would be just as satisfying, if not more so.

"Right, this is the perfect opportunity to test the strengthening effect of soul power on followers," he thought, as he looked at his followers, all of whom were almost covered in injuries.

For all this time, Sterl had been accumulating soul power, using it solely on himself. First, because soul power was difficult to acquire, making it extremely precious, and second, because he had no suitable candidates. He feared wasting it on his regular subordinates, and with Linna and Rayna, he was always cautious about potential side effects.

Now, however, Boris and the others were the perfect test subjects.

"Come over here," Sterl commanded.

Boris and the others exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what was happening, but without hesitation, they approached Sterl, their outward expressions filled with reverence and awe, though inwardly, they were tense, fearing punishment for their failure in battle.

"Clear your minds, and don't resist," Sterl instructed.

As they heard his words, a heavy dread filled their hearts. This is it... they thought. The master is definitely going to punish us for our failures.

But they also understood that as his followers, they had let their master personally face great risks, confronting powerful enemies. Even if the master decided to execute them, they would deserve it.

Taking a deep breath, Boris and the others wore faces full of resignation and regret.

"What the hell are they imagining?" Sterl thought, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Having such a foolish group of subordinates was embarrassing. They were about to experience a strengthening from soul power, and yet they acted as though they were about to face certain death.

Sterl retrieved the Soul Devourer Sphere, aimed it at Boris and the other ten followers, and then adjusted the flow of soul power to 10 points per second, directly transmitting the energy.

Immediately, ten points of soul power surged from the Soul Devourer Sphere, splitting into ten parts and entering their bodies.

At the same time, a backlash from their souls hit Sterl directly.

However, this backlash was nothing more than a mild nuisance to him, and he completely ignored it.

Sterl also realized that when using soul power on his followers, the backlash was slightly weaker than when he absorbed it himself.

Of course, this "weakened" backlash was still potentially lethal to anyone else—indeed, it could be deadly to any other being, even a god!

Soon, Boris and the others trembled slightly as they felt a mysterious energy, alternating between hot and cold, entering their bodies. Once inside, it quickly dissolved and spread throughout their limbs and bones.

Immediately, the injuries that had been causing them lingering pain were replaced by a soothing, cooling sensation, as though they were soaking in a life-giving spring.

The intense comfort made them all involuntarily groan, completely unaware of their embarrassing reactions.

The wounds they had sustained from the mysterious gray energy, which had been difficult to heal, were visibly healing at a rapid pace. Within moments, all their injuries were fully healed, and even their expended divine power was replenished to a large extent.

"Is the effect really this good?" Sterl paused, glancing at the Soul Devourer Sphere's reserves. Remarkably, he hadn't even used up the leftover soul power from the 700 points.

To heal and restore ten gods, only 500 points of soul power were consumed!

That meant each god only required 50 points of soul power to fully recover.

"Why didn't the effect on myself feel as strong?" Sterl was taken aback. After all, he was technically only a third-class being. For him, 50 points of soul power was almost nothing. He would need hundreds of points just to recover from a soul injury. This felt like a serious disadvantage!

"Could it be that my soul's level and strength are too high?" he thought to himself. That seemed plausible. Although Boris and the others were gods, their soul levels were nowhere near his, not even close to a fraction of his strength. Since soul power was based on the strength of one's soul, it made sense that it would work better on them.

"Well then, let's see how it works for enhancing abilities," he muttered, now curious about the effect it might have on improvement.

At the same time, Boris and the others were in utter astonishment.

Opening their eyes, they felt the complete recovery of their injuries and were filled with an overwhelming sense of surprise and awe.

Among them were gods who specialized in healing, but even with their full efforts, their injuries had been so severe that full recovery would normally take months.

Yet now, in less than a minute, they were completely healed!

Not only that, but even their consumed Divine Power had been fully restored. This was beyond anything they could have imagined!

For a long time, they remained stunned, unable to snap out of their astonishment.

With this, as long as their master was around, wouldn't they essentially be able to recover endlessly, becoming immortal beings?