Chapter 1932: 1930: Father God

Chapter 1932: Chapter 1930: Father God

With the complete formation of the “World Tree,”

it signifies that the consciousness space has fully materialized, becoming the foundation of the world.

The prepared Prison World directly becomes Han Dong’s “King Domain,” formally advancing to pseudo-King level.

This way of acquiring the King Domain is incredibly unique.

It’s like a university graduate, while others are considering job hunting,

but Han Dong directly writes on the job application form that he has been working at a Fortune 500 company for a while.

…

At this moment.

Han Dong himself is located at the lower end of the World Tree, at the depths of the spiral staircase.

Touching the Stone Tablet Throne that has not yet been fully carved.

“I’m not prepared for the [Coronation] yet; the collection of the ‘Book of Dead Spirit’ is still incomplete… it’s not the time for the final carving of the throne.

The qualifications of the ‘New King’ are not to be used now.”

Although the mad laugh spills over completely, the eerie laughter constantly echoes in this area.

But Han Dong’s heart has a very clear route plan, not in a hurry to achieve success, never thinking of accomplishing it in one stroke… currently, it is just stepping over a hurdle ahead of time.

There is still some distance to go before truly becoming a [King].

His gaze shifts to the back of the Throne Stele.

The “Mythical Scrolls” are clearer, grander, and different.

The overall depicted figure has shifted from an Ancient Egyptian style to a prison style or can be said to be a miniature version of the Prison World, only the ground is all paved with black sand.

The protagonist depicted in the scroll also mixes Pharaoh and Warden styles, even integrating some madness and postmodern elements.

“Oh ~ This new image of mine is quite interesting… The influence brought by the ‘Prison World’ is indeed significant, and it does have a bit of the ‘Trinity’ flavor.”

Han Dong depicted in the scroll is seated on a stone seat yet to be carved.

1. A dark golden Pharaoh gown drapes over the lower body, covering the thighs and calves, only exposing the smooth feet on the ground.

2. The bare upper body only wears a special inverted triangle pyramid pendant, imprinted with an eye pattern symbolizing the “Real Demon Eye.”

The body’s curves and arrangement of abdominal muscles are nearly perfect.

3. The neck is smoothly cut, with a thin layer of gold coating, the head is not attached.

4. The right and left arms are in a completely symmetrical state, stretched forwards.

The robust right hand riddled with veins drags a prison container resembling a birdcage, imprisoning a faceless head within.

The dry decayed left hand seems unable to lift, relying on a balloon tied at the wrist to pull the left arm to the same height as the right arm.

The palm holds a patched book exuding Dead Spirit Breath.

“Mad Laugh”

“Black Magic”

“Faceless One”

Three different traits, similar to three points of an inverted triangle, are displayed on this drawing… achieving an almost perfect coordination and balance.

Of course, it’s only ‘almost’ perfect.

The ‘Book of Dead Spirit’ held in the left hand is not yet perfect, and the head in the cage held in the right hand is somewhat flawed, requiring patient refinement.

The stone chair equally needs meticulous carving.

“Trinity, I barely achieved it when piecing together the final pieces… It is precisely because of this solidity that I can realize such a perfect ‘Consciousness Materialization.’

Once returned to Mi University, I must thank the Vice Principal well.

I never thought I could reach pseudo-King level in one go, barely acquiring the ‘ticket’ to confront the Out of control.

I wonder what kind of strength I can exhibit at this point.”

Han Dong carefully observes the Mythical Scrolls,

while using his spare time to manipulate the fluid sand with his left arm, trying to perform a static time process in fixed areas… “Time Death” sounds mighty, but it is not easy to use.

Ordinary death magic can only bring microscopic-level time stops, unstable in range, meaning very little against equivalent or higher King levels.

Practicing using every spare moment to increase proficiency is a must.

Suddenly, an intense sense of foreboding arises.

The manipulated fluid sands are scattered onto the ground.

Han Dong perceives an external threat beyond anticipation, potentially threatening his own life.

“Damn! During the King formation, a lot of energy intake is needed, the body should automatically cut off the Breath of the Dead Sea completely… my hiding info in the Biological Distillation Device has been exposed.”

However,

Han Dong isn’t aware that,

the situation occurring outside is far more dangerous than he imagined.

The change happening during King formation not only includes cutoff,

but absorbs the entire distillation device, along with the dissolving liquid of nearby corpses,

even forming a black whirlpool on Han Dong’s body, consuming nearly a third of the chapel (Old King’s corpse) area to supplement the enormous energy consumption during King formation.

All surrounding death matter, including those dead instructors, are swallowed.

This massive disturbance, especially the formation of the black whirlpool phenomenon,

directly awakens the Old King in the depths of the cemetery, yet to complete revival,

rising from the broken throne full of Fishman skulls… disregarding potential bodily collapse, carrying endless death breath and resentment, heading towards the incident zone in the chapel.

Due to this approaching breath, Han Dong feels an extremely intense sense of threat.

…

Buzz!

Han Dong returns to the church of Grandan Secret Sect through the black whirlpool.

“Ah! Is my appetite really that big?”

The central part of the church is mostly devoured, various biological devices are destroyed.

Dead instructor responsible for corpse transportation and waste processing here was eaten up completely.

Archbishop Raniere, who led Han Dong to the distillation device attempting a live distillation, stands not far away, staring at Han Dong appearing anew, trembling with rage.

His decayed right arm, covered only with fish skin, is stretched forward,

Buzz!

A pure death ray shoots from the palm, directed straight at Han Dong.

Seeing the ray about to hit,

raising the left arm, blocking with the palm…

The inherently decay-inducing ray is actually absorbed effortlessly by Han Dong, converting into exquisite black sand crystals, merging into the left arm.

This situation causes Han Dong to frown.

He thought the threat came from this pseudo-King Archbishop.

Effortlessly deflecting the attack indicates the threat is not from the Archbishop but someone else.

Suddenly,

Without subjective control, the body’s adaptation causes the “Real Demon Eye” to open, with the pupil moving upward.

“Up there! Something is coming!”

Due to the spatial limitations of the Dead Sea, there is no time for Spatial Transmission, can only rely on speed to evade.

Veins diffusing with Dead Spirit Breath cover the legs,

Han Dong bursts with speed transcending comprehension, slightly affecting time-space, rapidly retreating.

Boom!

A gigantic shadow descends abruptly, swallows the spot where Han Dong originally stood.

Archbishop Raniere, sensing this breath, kneels immediately, expressing piety and loyalty, both shocked and anxious.

“Lord! Your rebirth is still in the shaping stage, such activities are inadvisable! Please leave the intruder to me…”

Before finishing the sentence.

A giant arm, composed of rotten flesh, numerous skulls, and scales randomly assembled, grabs the Archbishop tightly.

No struggle possible, directly stuffed into the mouth.

The Archbishop’s involvement causes It to grow a large amount of dead flesh on the surface, temporarily completing the yet-to-form body.

Han Dong, hiding in the darkness, thoroughly sees the black shadow’s entirety.

An Old King of Deep Sea, constructed with Deep-sea Diver skulls as body structure, using concentrated liquid “Breath of the Dead Sea” as internal blood… though not as powerful as in the past, exudes aura comparable to Middle Rank.

“Is this the former Dead Sea Hegemon? Second only to Boss K?”

Han Dong immediately connects to Fat Starfish’s consciousness, attempting to gather intel from him.

However, the opponent is utterly scared stiff by the giant statue in front, stammering:

“Father… Father God! Surviving in such form…”