Cheat Awakening

If nothing was done, it would engulf her entire body within minutes.

"Cough! Damn it, Mother, where are you? Please come quickly, we are running out of time," Fenrir, still struggling with her own severe injuries, rushed to Maya\'s side. However seeing her condition, her expression darkened further. She didn\'t know how to save her.

"Tsk, tsk. This little girl wanted to play with me? Hmph, she clearly overestimated her abilities. But fret not, once that curse takes effect, she\'ll become my devoted servant. I\'ll train her properly so she doesn\'t make such mistakes again, hehehe" Stygian said with a mocking smile.

Although he didn\'t like talking nonsense too much, now that everything was under his control, just wiping them out would be very boring. He decided to extract some useful information from Fenrir so he wouldn\'t have to waste effort checking all of their memories. It would be quite a tedious process.

"Tell me," Stygian started calmly, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on Fenrir with chilling intensity, "Who is the most powerful individual here, or is there a ruler of this world?"

However, instead of the respectful answer he expected, Fenrir hurled a colossal boulder at him.

BOOM!

"Puny tricks." Stygian waved his hand to disperse the dust obscuring his vision. But before he could utter another word, a relentless barrage of objects rained down upon him – rocks, debris, even bolts of lightning strikes. Fenrir, despite being in very bad condition, refused to give up. At least as a captain, she didn\'t want to have the least wound on her body.

"Enough!"

A thunderous voice resonated throughout the area, followed by an overpowering pressure that knocked Fenrir off her feet. Frustration etched across her face as she collapsed on the ground.

"Since you seem so desperate for death, I shall grant your wish," Roared Stygian, his face contorted in rage. He couldn\'t understand why those four beings in front of him were so stubborn. He had seen many powerful people before, but no matter how arrogant they were at the start, after being slapped by reality, they all became honest.

After all, everyone wanted to live; no one wanted to die after coming so far. But those four idiots in front of him clearly defied his expectations.

Then he raised his wooden staff in the air, and chanted a long, complicated spell, and soon a colossal sword forged from pure black material materialized above his head. The length of the sword was quite significant, only a few meters shorter than Ymir\'s hammer, with intricate runes adorning its surface, making it look more beautiful, and its hilt encrusted with vibrant gems.

But what was most surprising was that unlike previous things, that sword was not made of energy, but a real physical sword.

"It seems like this is our end," Sighed Ymir regretfully while looking at the black sword. "What a shame I couldn\'t apologize to that young elf girl. She\'ll never forgive me."

"No one is going to die! As long as Mother is alive, we\'ll be fine! So shut your damn crow\'s mouth!" Fenrir, who was worried to death about her little children and thinking about what would happen to them after her death, yelled at Ymir in frustration.

"Oh, right! I forgot about Boss, sorry, Captain. Seems those hammers hit my head too hard, making me a bit stupid. Perhaps a short nap would aid in my recovery," Ymir said, making a nonsensical, unfunny joke, and closed his eyes with a chuckle.

DOONG!!!

Just as Stygian was about to throw his sword at Fenrir\'s trio (with Jormungandr still in the pit), a sudden shift occurred, marked by a resounding celestial bell that echoed throughout the world. Despite the immense volume, the sound instilled a profound sense of peace within everyone, seemingly emanating directly from their souls, erasing every negative thought as if they had never existed.

DOONG!!!

Another thunderous bell resounded, its waves rippling across the world, instantly banishing the gloomy black clouds covering the sky like darkness fleeing before the light, revealing a clear blue expanse.

"What the hell is going on?!" Stygian roared, his brow furrowed in deep confusion. He frantically waved his staff, seeking the source of the damned bell tolls, but his efforts were met with the impenetrable wall of failure.

"Is she finally here?" Ymir, who had been pretending to be dead, opened his eyes with a surprised expression and asked energetically.

"Yes, she is," Fenrir declared with a wide, joyous grin while staring at the sky.

"Let\'s see how long your petty tricks last...? Is that a staff?" Stygian, who was about to explode with rage, abruptly paused when he noticed something engulfed in flames falling toward him at an extremely fast speed, leaving him speechless. He strained his eyes and finally identified the falling object: a magnificent magic staff.

Compared to his own, this staff was hundreds of times more beautiful, truly resembling the staff of a powerful mage rather than an old man\'s wooden stick.

The staff\'s magical body stood at a height of 1.5 meters, crafted from an unknown material resembling a cerulean sky, and shifted subtly like flowing water. Intricate spiral-shaped metal adorned its upper and lower sections, lending it an air of bizarre yet captivating beauty.

The upper spiral formed a full circle at the staff\'s apex, encasing a beautiful, palm-sized crystal ball swirling with magical emerald mist and countless tiny specks of light, reminiscent of stars on a moonless night. The lower end culminated in a pointed spear forged from the same spiral metal.

Stygian, who had been ready to take action, also calmed down and waited, prepared to see what new trick this new individual wanted to play with him. However, this was the last mistake he made, one that would cost him everything.

The staff of unknown origin plummeted towards the black, gigantic sword summoned by Stygian. To everyone\'s astonishment, the moment the staff\'s lower tip touched the black sword, it emitted a tinkling sound and shattered into countless pieces, resembling a broken mirror.

The arrogant and confident expression on Stygian\'s face morphed into disbelief and horror. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected his most powerful weapon to be destroyed so easily. Nevertheless, he had no time for lingering shock, as the staff continued its descent after colliding with the sword, aiming directly for his head.

Although the destruction of his sword was a heavy blow to Stygian\'s confidence, it wasn\'t enough to make him question his life and shake him to his core. So, seeing the staff hurtling toward him, he raised his own wooden staff with a disgusted look on his face and cast his most powerful defensive spell, not once, but five times in a row.

"Seems like someone\'s overestimating their own capabilities," Ymir chuckled, observing Stygian\'s decision to meet the magic staff head-on.

"We can only expect this much from a frog in a wall. He thinks he is omnipotent just because he can easily beat down someone weaker than him. Anyway, he is done for. It seems like we can go home soon," Fenrir nodded with a smile, eager to witness the demise of their most formidable opponent in centuries.

Just as Ymir and Fenrir predicted, Stygian\'s super-powerful defensive barrier, which was invincible until now, was no different from paper in front of the beautiful staff. It easily pierced through the defensive barriers before penetrating Stygian\'s head and crashing to the ground along with him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

BOOM!

Another thunderous explosion, probably the last one, echoed through the surroundings. A big crater of dozens of meters appeared on the ground, with a certain poor old man pinned down by the head, lying lifeless in the centre of it. Yes, lifeless. Stygian\'s old dog life finally came to an end the moment the staff struck his head, shattering his soul in the same way as his black sword.

A few seconds after crashing into the ground, a change occurred in the beautiful magic staff. The crystal ball on its top suddenly started blinking with a gentle green light, and with each blink, Stygian\'s body on the ground grew thinner and thinner.

Soon, all remaining mana and nutrients in it were absorbed by the beautiful-looking staff, leaving only a skeleton of an old man behind, which also turned into dust and disappeared into the air.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept across the staff, seemingly recharging the green crystal ball atop it. It then released a powerful dome of verdant energy. Beyond description in its potency and mystery, the energy radiated in all directions, leaving no area untouched. Everywhere it passed, the destruction wrought by Stygian was reversed, as if time itself had rewound.

Earth reformed, and trees sprang forth, reaching their previous height and health in an instant. The poor living beings caught in the conflict materialized one by one, seemingly teleported back into existence out of thin air.

Jormungandr, who was on the verge of death and hardly breathing moments ago, recovered visibly to the naked eye. His wounds healed, missing body parts regenerated, and within seconds, he opened his eyes as if nothing had happened, and he had just woken up from a nightmare.

Fenrir, Ymir, and Maya experienced the same magical thing as well; they also recovered, even some of their previous hidden miraculously healed, bringing all of them to their peak state.

For divine beasts who knew the mastermind behind all of this magical transformation, didn\'t show much surprise. However, Maya, completely oblivious to the events unfolding, could only watch everything happening in front of her with her mouth wide open in shock and disbelief.

"What the f*ck?!"