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

At this thought, Goda hurriedly stopped her stray musings.

In her eyes, her master was an exalted being, supreme beyond measure. Even entertaining such fantasies felt like an affront to his greatness. On the surface, however, she remained composed, burying the thoughts deep within her heart.

What she didn't realize was that, as one of Sterl's followers, her every thought and emotion was entirely transparent to him.

When Sterl caught the fleeting ripple of her imagination, he paused briefly.

Looking at the Goddess of Evil Wasps, standing before him with a respectful and aloof demeanor, he couldn't help but find it amusing that such thoughts had even crossed her mind.

He chose not to reprimand her. In fact, this only confirmed something he already knew—his charm was growing ever stronger. Even a cold and stoic deity like the Goddess of Evil Wasps had been captivated by it.

Still…

Sterl's gaze lingered on her. Aside from her distinctly non-human lower half, her facial features and figure could only be described as flawless. Coupled with the unique allure stemming from her race, she exuded an otherworldly and irresistible magnetism.

Sterl shook his head slightly, dismissing the notion of crossing racial boundaries. While he wasn't averse to indulging in the unusual, even he had his limits.

The thought of seeing an army of Evil Wasps, each bearing a face resembling his own, charging into battle against his enemies was simply too bizarre, bordering on grotesque.

Clearing his throat, he turned to the Goddess of Evil Wasps and asked,

"Can you replicate the abilities of that maternal puppet?"

Hearing his question, Goda froze momentarily before nodding in response.

"Master," she began respectfully, "after ascending to divinity, I underwent a complete transformation and achieved a divine physique. My true body can no longer perform gestation, but my avatars retain the ability to birth members of my species."

As she spoke, Goda raised her hand gently. In an instant, a massive Evil Wasp materialized on the ground before them.

This particular Evil Wasp was colossal, stretching an astonishing 300 meters in length.

Its immense size left it unable to fly, relegating it to slow, cumbersome movements across the ground.

Sterl stared at the enormous creature, momentarily stunned. It was hard to believe this behemoth was merely an avatar of the Goddess of Evil Wasps. The size disparity between her and her avatar was staggering.

Noticing the confusion on his face, Goda quickly began to explain.

Before her ascension to godhood, this massive entity had been her original body. Upon successfully advancing to the divine realm, she had used her former corporeal form to give birth to a new, divinely refined body.

The original body had transformed into Goda's avatar, retaining its divine-tier essence but completely devoid of combat capabilities. Instead, it served as the sole maternal body for the entire Evil Wasps species.

As long as sufficient energy was provided, this maternal body could continuously birth vast numbers of Evil Wasps. Furthermore, its capabilities were directly tied to Goda's own power. The stronger the Goddess of Evil Wasps became, the stronger and more efficient the offspring produced by the maternal body would be.

Currently, with the maternal body operating at full capacity, it could produce over a thousand Evil Wasps per day, with their strength ranging from upper second-class to third-class tiers.

However, when birthing legendary-level offspring, the output dropped significantly to a maximum of ten per day.

As for demigod-level entities, the maternal body lacked the capability to produce them. Such individuals needed to develop and ascend on their own through personal enlightenment and effort.

After fully understanding its abilities, a flicker of disappointment crossed Sterl's eyes.

Compared to the worm maternal body, the capabilities of the Evil Wasps maternal body were glaringly inferior.

That said, this level of capability was already formidable. After all, gods lived incredibly long lives. If the maternal body could produce ten legendary-tier Evil Wasps per day, that amounted to over 3,000 legendary warriors in a year, assuming sufficient resources.

With a wait of ten or twenty years, a deity could easily raise an entire legendary army. For gods, such a span of time was nothing more than the blink of an eye—shorter than the duration of some meditation retreats.

Unfortunately, Sterl's standards were far beyond what typical deities could fathom. His journey from embarking on this path to his current state had yet to span even ten years.

Given such a timeframe, he would have already ascended to unimaginable heights.

Shaking his head, Sterl abandoned his earlier expectation that the Evil Wasps maternal body might rival the worm maternal body or at least hold similar potential. The two were fundamentally incomparable.

With this realization, he decided against wasting his precious soul power on enhancing the maternal body further.

However, Sterl held a certain degree of appreciation for Goda herself. With a casual flick of his finger, over 1,000 units of soul power surged into Goda's body under his precise control.

Goda shuddered as she felt an extraordinary energy flood into her, continuously strengthening her divine physique. Every second, she grew noticeably more powerful.

By the time she finished absorbing the 1,000 units of soul power, her strength had increased by over 50% compared to before.

This enhancement also benefited the maternal body. Through their symbiotic connection, the maternal body's ability to birth Evil Wasps significantly improved as well.

Sterl's eyes narrowed slightly. While the Evil Wasps maternal body held little strategic significance for him personally, it could still serve as a valuable asset for fortifying his base of operations and defending his rear lines.

"Thank you for your divine grace, Master!"

The Goddess of Evil Wasps, overwhelmed with excitement, bowed deeply in gratitude. She could feel the remarkable transformation in her body, and her heart brimmed with reverence.

This must be what a miracle feels like!

Not far away, Boris and the others looked on, their faces full of envy and jealousy as they observed the strengthened Goddess of Evil Wasps. They were acutely aware of the immense benefits that came with such soul power enhancements—a divine gift unlike any other.

However, recalling their lackluster performance in the recent battle, shame washed over them. One by one, they lowered their heads, not daring to hope for any rewards from Sterl.

It was a bitter pill to swallow. They were gods, after all—revered beings with countless followers and worshippers at their command. Anywhere else, they would be rulers, capable of dominating entire realms. Even when pledging allegiance to divine-level factions, they could usually secure privileged treatment.

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Their master faced enemies of such terrifying power that even they were reduced to little more than cannon fodder. They couldn't even hope to contribute meaningfully, let alone achieve any distinguished merit.

"You may leave."

Sterl waved his hand dismissively, and the Goddess of Evil Wasps quickly retreated, ignoring the envious stares from the other gods. She began focusing on adapting to her newly enhanced powers.

Meanwhile, Sterl turned his attention inward. It was time to focus on his own advancement.

With 200,000 units of soul power remaining, he made a decisive decision: to split it evenly—100,000 units for enhancing his soul and another 100,000 units to strengthen his physical body.

Only by advancing both in tandem could he maintain a stable equilibrium and maximize the benefits of his power increase.

Taking a deep breath, Sterl centered himself. Once his state of mind was perfectly calibrated, he activated the Soul Devourer Sphere, channeling its vast reservoir of accumulated soul power directly into his body.

For safety, he maintained the infusion rate at 1,000 units per second.

The first wave of soul power surged through him, triggering a familiar backlash, but Sterl effortlessly endured it. With that hurdle cleared, he settled into a state of tranquil enjoyment.

As the immense flow of soul power poured into him, a profound sense of comfort enveloped him—like returning to the warm, nurturing embrace of a womb.

This sensation wasn't confined to his physical body alone. His very soul felt as though it were soaking in a rejuvenating hot spring.

The minor damage caused by the maternal soul's earlier backlash and the strain from absorbing soul power was completely repaired in an instant. His body and soul were restored to a state of unparalleled perfection.

[Infused with a vast amount of mysterious power, stamina increased by 10%.]

[Infused with a vast amount of mysterious power, vitality increased by 10%.]

[Infused with a vast amount of mysterious power, the base effects of strength, constitution, agility, and spirit increased by 6%.]

[Infused with a vast amount of mysterious power, overall recovery ability (including stamina, vitality, spirit, etc.) increased by 6%.]

[Infused with a vast amount of mysterious power, comprehension of all things (including formations, laws, skills, talents, etc.) increased by 6%.]

[Infused with a vast amount of mysterious power, lifespan increased by 8 years!]

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Listening to the system notifications echoing in his mind, Sterl's lips curled into a faint smile. The sound of growing stronger was always so sweet and melodic.

Gradually, his body, mind, and soul sank into complete relaxation, eventually entering a state of deep immersion.

Of course, should there be any disturbance, Sterl could instantly awaken and launch a ferocious counterattack.

Observing his state, Boris and the others instinctively positioned themselves as guards around him. Watching their master's aura grow even stronger, their emotions had numbed to such changes.

It had become almost mundane—Sterl's progress was as effortless as eating or drinking. At this point, the day his aura ceased to improve might actually be the day they found themselves truly shocked.

Gazing at the imposing figure before them, a towering presence brimming with unparalleled power, Boris and the others felt like insignificant mortals, kneeling in reverence before the divine.

The infusion of 200,000 units of soul power took over three minutes, even at the rate of 1,000 units per second. When the final trace of soul power was absorbed, Sterl opened his eyes, a satisfied expression on his face as he exhaled a long breath.

Immediately, an overwhelming pressure radiated from his body, expanding outward like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the entire layer of the underworld was shrouded in an oppressive weight. Boris and the others felt as if they were drowning under an ocean of power, their chests constricted, and their breaths caught in their throats.

Sterl stretched his body lightly. The motion was subtle, yet it caused the surrounding space to ripple faintly.

The very fabric of space, which typically required Divine Power to breach, now seemed pliable beneath the sheer force of his physical body alone.

With his immense soul power, it took only a few seconds for Sterl to fully acclimate to his enhanced physique. With a thought, the terrifying aura he exuded vanished instantly, as if it had never existed—a fleeting illusion.

Yet Boris and the others stood frozen in place, cold sweat soaking their backs and their thoughts momentarily paralyzed.

"Congratulations, Master, on reaching new heights of power! May your glory reign eternal, and may you remain unrivaled across the world!"

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