68: Chapter 68 Carlos, Lord of Monsters

My name is Carlos.

I was born in a deep, deathly silent dense forest.

I do not know where I came from, nor do I know how this name came to be.

From the moment I gained consciousness, the three words "Carlos" were deeply branded in the depths of my Divine Soul, innate and indelible.

That was my name, my destiny.

At the time of my birth, I was still a dormant flesh egg.

The forest was filled with all sorts of bizarre and eerie beasts; they were curious, testing, and repeatedly touched my egg body.

However, every single living being that touched me would eventually transform into a part of me, with their flesh, Divine Soul, and Origin entirely belonging to me.

I quietly lurked, luring, accepting, and devouring.

Over time, all the living beings of the entire forest merged into my body, and the entire forest came under my control.

Furthermore, countless energy from the Void Realm continuously poured into my body.

Yet I was not satisfied.

In the dark, it seemed as though an invisible shackle locked me firmly within this dense forest; I could see the vastness of heaven and earth, yet I could not walk out of this tiny cage.

Years passed in desolation, and I did not know how many autumns and springs of silence had passed.

Finally, I sensed the Opportunity to break the shell.

The time of my true descent had arrived.

At the moment I broke out of the egg, before I even stepped into the outside world, many bipedal walking living creatures rushed into the forest.

The instant they laid eyes on me, the depths of their eyes were instantly filled with extreme fear; they trembled, retreated, and fled in panic.

Very delicious.

Their panic and despair were the most delicious food I had tasted since waking up.

Bearing goodwill, I accepted them one by one, allowing them to merge into one with me so they could exist eternally and imperishably.

But the forest was too small after all, unable to hold my desires.

I yearned for the outside world, hungering for more vibrant living beings.

At the same time, a vague whisper constantly echoed in the depths of my mind, urging me day and night to leave the dense forest.

It was as if the outside world had a fateful mission belonging solely to me, waiting for me to fulfill.

I no longer hesitated, shattering the restraints and stepping towards the vast world.

The living beings of the outside world were myriad, each with their own diverse forms.

I liked them very much, so I incorporated them into myself one by one, granting them eternal life to coexist with me.

I could never understand why they struggled and why they resisted.

To merge into me was eternal life, which should have been a supreme bestowal.

I swept all the way with my countless "good friends", until I encountered large batches of bipedal living beings.

Their overwhelming fear was so rich that it was intoxicating.

I couldn't help myself; I embraced them all, devoured them all, and integrated them into one.

After swallowing this massive amount of deliciousness, endless exhaustion washed over me, and I fell into a deep sleep.

Before falling asleep, I ordered all the "good friends" under my command to continue wandering in all directions, searching for more living beings, and waiting for my awakening and return.

Amidst my deep slumber, countless tastes of fear, despair, and wailing continuously poured into my body, nourishing my Divine Soul and strengthening my Origin.

It was time for me to awaken.

At the center of the ruins of Mingguang City, the giant flesh ball entrenched between heaven and earth slowly cracked open.

A slender and upright figure slowly walked out.

His appearance was peerless, as exquisitely carved by the hands of gods himself. His skin was fair and translucent without a single flaw, his brows and eyes were gentle and refined, his lips were lightly colored, and his aura was clean and tender, carrying a naturally bewitching, soft charm.

Yet beneath this holy and refined appearance emanated a bone-deep eeriness and absurdity, making anyone who looked at him inexplicably palpitate with fear.

Carlos lowered his gaze to appraise his brand-new body, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"I have changed into a good-looking appearance. When I go make friends with them again, probably... no one will be afraid of me anymore, right."

He gently licked his light-colored lips, a flash of pure and cruel interest sweeping across the depths of his eyes.

"First let them lower their guard and shed their fear. Then personally stuff despair and panic back into the depths of their hearts."

"The fear spawned from such an extreme disparity must be the most delicious."

He raised his eyes to look into the distance, murmuring softly, his tone innocent yet fanatical.

"My good friends, set out with me."

At his command, countless ferocious monsters instantly gathered around, guarding him in layers and escorting this newly born supreme Dominator as he slowly left the dilapidated Mingguang City.

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Inside the Human Race's spectator fortress, the atmosphere was oppressive.

An academy instructor wore a dejected expression, his heart filled with bitterness.

Yan Qinghe came from his academy, and over half of the members of this domineering trial Alliance were students from his academy.

But now, with Carlos suddenly appearing and sweeping across all directions, the students of his academy had nearly been wiped out entirely and eliminated.

He spoke through gritted teeth, carrying a bit of unwillingness and heartache: "Everyone, this is simply too unfair! That is clearly a pseudo-god, by no means something trial participants at the current stage can contend against! I propose to suspend the trial immediately!"

As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately spoke up in refutation, their tone indifferent and rational.

"It is merely a newly ascended pseudo-god. Currently, there are still nearly sixty thousand trials remaining within the Chaoming Realm; it is not certain that no one can keep it in check."

"Ultimately, it is just that your academy's students failed to figure out the weaknesses of these monsters, and their Heart-Nature and combat power both fell short."

"Furthermore, a pseudo-god entering the fray can precisely stir up the overall situation and create a catfish effect. Only under such desperate pressure can the ultimate potential of all trial participants be forced out to screen out true Prodigies!"

"What is more, a pseudo-god itself is a massive Opportunity and Treasure Trove. Whose hands it will ultimately fall into remains unknown."

No one else in the audience refuted this, defaulting to this statement.

The eyes of the various Divine Palace instructors were faintly glowing; far from having any worry, they were instead entirely happy to see it succeed.

Their purpose in sitting here to watch the battle was never ordinary Genius.

What they wanted was a Prodigy among Prodigies.