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

"Calm the hell down, stop imagining nonsense, clear your minds!"

Sterl reminded them, his face full of exasperation, immediately snapping Boris and the others out of their fantasies. They quickly cleared their minds and relaxed.

Feeling their thoughts, Sterl could barely suppress the urge to slap his forehead in frustration.

They were talking about becoming immortal, with endless recovery? Did they really think his soul power fell from the sky?

Immortality? Even he couldn't do that yet! What were these fools imagining?

Although 50 points of soul power wasn't a lot, if you really thought about it, it was equivalent to the soul essence of 5,000 beings!

Of course, 5,000 souls were insignificant when compared to the recovery of a Respected Deity's full injuries and power.

If Sterl spread the word that for the price of 100,000 souls—each one having the potential to awaken a divine gift—one could exchange it for a full restoration, countless gods would come knocking at his door.

The profit would be a hundredfold. He'd make a fortune so quickly, his hands would cramp!

But of course, Sterl wasn't foolish. He wasn't about to expose his secrets to the world. Besides, he preferred deals where he paid nothing upfront.

With that in mind, Sterl resumed his previous method. This time, he increased the soul power transfer rate to 100 points per second. On average, each god would receive ten points of soul power for every second of exposure.

After enduring the wave of soul backlash, a surge of soul power, ten times larger than before, poured out of the Soul Devourer Sphere, splitting into ten equal portions, and each portion seeped into the bodies of the followers.

Boris and the others, still stunned from the recovery, felt the familiar surge of power rushing into them once again. Their minds began to stir with excitement and anticipation.

But remembering Sterl's words, they immediately suppressed their emotions, afraid that any fluctuation might cause the power to dissipate, leaving them with nothing but regret.

Sterl continued to channel the power, monitoring the process. To maximize the utility of the soul power, he chose not to enhance the followers' souls, lifespans, energy, or comprehension abilities. These were all left untouched.

Instead, he focused entirely on boosting their physical constitution, Divine Power, and vitality.

As the soul power infiltrated their bodies, it quickly spread through their systems, accelerating the growth of their strength.

With each passing second, Boris and the others could feel their auras expanding just a little bit more.

Their divine bodies were becoming increasingly perfected, the limits of their Divine Power reserves slowly rising, and their vitality growing at a rapid pace!

The enhancement continued for a full ten seconds before gradually coming to an end. At this point, Sterl suddenly noticed something — the Divine Power quality of these followers had actually received a slight boost!

"Wait, even the quality of Divine Power can be improved? Does this mean I could directly enhance their divine authority too?"

Sterl was somewhat shocked. However, after sensing it carefully, he realized that he couldn't achieve such a feat directly. What he could do, however, was use the soul power to enhance their ability to comprehend the Laws, and even raise their soul levels.

This could very well help them break through their limits and reach the level of a higher divine authority!

Even though the improvements were minor, with enough soul power, it would be possible to mass-produce followers with higher divine authority!

This realization made Sterl's heart race with excitement.

But then, he paused and reconsidered. It seemed like this approach might not be entirely worth the cost.

It was easy to tell that if he planned to forcibly create higher divine authority using soul power, the amount required would be a colossal number.

So, why not invest that soul power into himself instead?

After all, only when his own power was strong enough would he truly have the upper hand. What good was it if his followers were powerful? Without his own strength, all their power would be meaningless — like water carried in a bamboo basket.

Sterl shook his head slightly. In his eyes, these followers were merely tools. They were useful from time to time, but as long as they were strong enough, that was all that mattered. Such precious resources should be used on himself.

He then checked the imprint of his followers. After investing 1,000 points of soul power and infusing an average of 100 points per follower for refining, the improvement was quite noticeable.

Whether it was their divine body's strength, their vitality, or the reserves of their Divine Power, all had been increased by a full 10% compared to their original baseline!

This didn't even account for the slight increase in the quality of their Divine Power, which, though small, meant that when they used divine authority, the Laws, or any of their other abilities, they would be slightly stronger than before.

Overall, the improvement to their combined combat strength was not insignificant.

"Not bad, not bad, this is even better than I expected," Sterl nodded in satisfaction.

1,000 points of soul power was nothing compared to what he had now, and the increase of 10% in vitality was already a good return. But when used on his divine followers, the effect had increased by over ten times!

At this moment, as the mysterious power's refining process came to an end, Boris and the others slowly began to regain their senses.

"My... my body..."

For a moment, everyone was overwhelmed by the sensation of change within their bodies. Their minds momentarily froze, and it took quite some time before they gradually began to process what had just happened.

"By the gods! My Divine Power has increased so much!"

"I can feel it! My body is filled with strength and vitality, even more so than the results of my decades of hard training!"

"What exactly happened? Am I dreaming? How could my power have increased so much?"

"My lord, my Divine Power seems to have undergone some kind of transformation. It's... stronger than before!"

"I... me too! This is nothing short of a miracle!"

At this moment, all the followers could no longer contain their excitement. Like mortals witnessing a divine miracle, they were overwhelmed with joy and fervor, constantly feeling their newly revitalized bodies.

For gods of their caliber, even a small increase in power was extremely hard-earned. Typically, they would need to spend many years in cultivation and planning to achieve even the smallest improvement.

But now, in just a little over ten seconds, their overall power had increased by nearly 10%!

Such a terrifying enhancement was unprecedented, something they had never experienced before. They completely lost composure and began laughing out loud and shouting in astonishment.

Sterl watched quietly from the side. Was such a small increase really worth this much excitement?

For someone like him, who had access to an evolution cheat, anything below a 30% increase could almost be ignored. Boosting his power in multiples was just a routine operation for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved the results he had in such a short amount of time — results that would typically take hundreds or even thousands of years for countless geniuses to attain.

Of course, Sterl understood that even for geniuses, every bit of strength required immense time and effort, as well as significant risks.

Even he was no exception; without an indomitable will and courage, he would never have reached this point. As for the cheat, it merely accelerated his growth—it was the time frame that was shortened, not the effort involved.

After a long while, Boris and the others finally recovered from their euphoria over their power boost. They turned their gazes toward Sterl, their faces filled with intense fervor and worship.

They knew that all of this came as a gift from their master. It was Sterl who had granted them this power!

"We thank our lord for this blessing. We will gladly walk through fire and water for you, no matter the cost!"

In an instant, the ten divine followers all knelt in mid-air before Sterl, their expressions serious and reverent, filled with boundless gratitude as they deeply lowered their heads.

Moreover, their hearts were filled with astonishment and excitement—how could their master have forced an enhancement of their power?

It was important to note that they were bona fide gods, and even a powerful Divine Power might not have been able to achieve such a feat.

The increase in a god's strength was tied to the very fabric of the rules themselves. Only those beneath demigod rank could forcibly boost their strength through various means, but such methods often came with great side effects.

However, after carefully sensing their bodies, they found no sign of any adverse effects. On the contrary, their Divine Power had even been slightly upgraded in quality.

This method of enhancement was beyond anything they could have imagined. Continue your journey on empire

But they understood one thing: if Sterl could raise them once, he could do so again. As long as they gave everything to serve their master and earned his favor, there was always hope for further blessings.

If this kind of improvement continued, could it one day allow them to break through their limits and ascend to the rank of an upper-tier divine authority?

Immediately, their eyes were filled with wild fervor, eager to begin expanding the master's territory right away.

Of course, these thoughts didn't escape Sterl's notice. Enhancing their power was undoubtedly an irresistible temptation for any god.

However, Sterl's reasons for boosting his followers weren't based on gaining their loyalty. Loyalty could be ensured with the follower mark. He simply didn't want them to be too weak and ineffective.

He couldn't help but admit that he hadn't expected his own power to increase so rapidly. But then again, when he thought about it, everything he had—be it weapons, equipment, or skills—had been rapidly upgraded.

It was common for him to acquire a powerful item only for it to be rendered obsolete within days.

Furthermore, the power of his subordinates simply couldn't keep up with his own speed of advancement. Even divine followers had become little more than bystanders under his command.

It wasn't that these gods were weak; rather, it was that Sterl himself was far too overpowered.

With the help of his cheat, each step he took was done at an incredibly fast pace, pushing his power to the utmost limit and even towards transcendence, reaching entirely new heights.

If anyone could keep up with this kind of growth, that would truly be a miracle.

He shook his head and sighed in resignation.

This was his path to invincibility. The strong… were destined to be alone.