Chapter 270 – Holy Son of Death

Inside the unknown space, the God King of Life watched the events unfold and erupted in fury when Huang Shengjun surrendered.

“He’s doing this on purpose!” he shouted.

Huang Shengjun still had one last chance to fight back. He could have turned the tide using his final treasure. Instead, he chose selfishness and short-sightedness, attempting to claim the treasure for himself by surrendering willingly.

This act betrayed the God King of Light. Huang Shengjun wasted the blessings granted by both Light and Life. Even Life frowned at his actions. Life had believed the battle was over only when Huang Shengjun unleashed the Poem of Light and Life.

Han Wu refused to give up despite losing many powerful towers. He adapted his strategy to resist Huang Shengjun’s invasion and eventually turned the battle around. Huang Shengjun faced a similar crisis but lacked Han Wu’s resilience. In the end, he prioritized personal gain over the fight.

Both Light and Life were disappointed in him. If Huang Shengjun had fought to the bitter end, exhausting every last resource before falling, Life would not have blamed him. In fact, he would have even recruited him into his faction, impressed by his potential and strength.

Unfortunately, that opportunity vanished. Huang Shengjun did not deserve to join Life’s faction.

Light shouted in anger and blacklisted Huang Shengjun’s name from ever joining his faction.

The battle ended in Han Wu’s victory. Though the outcome was expected, the final verdict still brought disappointment and sorrow. Huang Shengjun’s defeat meant they both lost the wager and had to relinquish another strand of their Divine Jurisdictions.

Death chuckled. His eyes gleamed with excitement. “Life, you’ve lost.”

Life stayed silent and handed over a strand of his own Divine Jurisdiction.

Light’s voice rang out, still furious. “Death, Darkness, don’t get cocky. I’ll make sure you both pay for what happened today!”

“I’ll be waiting for that day,” Darkness answered coldly and took the strand of Divine Jurisdiction that belonged to Light.

The moment the wager ended, Light stormed off. Staying a second longer would’ve pushed him past the breaking point.

Darkness nodded to Death, handed him something, then vanished into the void. Now only Death and Life remained in the unknown space, and the wargame continued without interruption.

Thanks to Han Wu’s defeat of Huang Shengjun, his territory now stretched across 1.5 million square kilometers—more than 15% of the entire chessboard. His victory, along with his clever dealings in selling upgraded Sacred Objects, gave Death’s faction a powerful edge. Bolstered by momentum, Death’s representatives launched a fierce counterattack and began toppling their opponents.

In less than ten days, all of Life’s representatives were defeated. The entire chessboard was now completely black, and Death had emerged victorious in the wargame.

“You’ve won,” Life spat with frustration and unwillingness.

If not for Han Wu, he would have claimed victory this time. Now, he regretted rejecting Han Wu at the start because of his core race.

Death watched him with delight and twisted the knife. “If you hadn’t handed me Han Wu, I never would’ve won this effortlessly.”

Life rolled his eyes and vanished from the space without another word.

Meanwhile, Death studied the chessboard with quiet intrigue. It was time to hand out rewards, and Han Wu deserved to be rewarded generously.

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Han Wu’s excitement surged when he learned his faction had won. As one of the surviving representatives, he would receive a generous reward from the God King of Death. He waited patiently for Death’s summons.

Soon, he found himself transported to a vast palace radiating with Death Energy. He stepped forward and saw Death seated on an ebony throne, wearing a dark crown.

Han Wu could not discern Death’s true face, only a pair of eyes deep with wisdom and power. He bowed respectfully. “Imperial College, Han Wu. I greet you, God King of Death.”

Death’s commanding voice echoed in Han Wu’s ear. “Student Han Wu, you have done well. After reviewing your achievements, I will grant you three rewards.

“The first reward. You may keep all the towers you built during the wargame.”

Han Wu’s eyes lit up. Towers were among the most coveted assets in the Divine Civilization. They served as bulwarks for any divine realm, and even the weakest ones sold for thousands of Divine Points. His towers were all exceptionally powerful and high quality. Any one of them could fetch hundreds of Divine Essence. To take them all with him was a monumental prize.

“The second reward. You can still absorb Divine Aspects, so I will grant you the Divine Aspect of Death.”

Han Wu’s excitement deepened. He had long desired the Death Aspect and once dreamed of meeting one of the Death Gods even before becoming a Demigod. Receiving a Divine Aspect directly from a God King promised far greater power.

“The third reward. Will you accept becoming my Holy Son?”

Han Wu nearly burst out laughing. Every God King had a faction, and within each one, members held different titles based on their contributions and merit. From lowest to highest, the ranks were Disciple, Elder, Bishop, and Holy Son. Above them stood only the God King. The title of Holy Son was singular in every faction, reserved for the God King’s direct disciple.

“I am willing,” Han Wu answered solemnly.

Death nodded. A beam of light shot from his palm and struck Han Wu’s forehead. It was a mark—a symbol proclaiming him as the Holy Son of Death. Every reward promised to him had been sealed within that mark.

Moments later, Han Wu was transported out of the palace and back to the starting zone of the wargame. He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by the other representatives.

Some wore looks of triumph, while others looked dejected. Among them, a few powerful figures had lost because they had picked Life’s faction. Meanwhile, some weaker ones survived by choosing Death’s faction and reaped abundant rewards.

As Han Wu replayed the events in his mind, he suddenly caught numerous hostile gazes fixed on him. He scoffed and activated the mark on his forehead. A faint aura of death enveloped him, signaling to everyone that he was now a Holy Son of Death and under Death’s protection.

Just as he expected, his adversaries faltered and stepped back.

Hmph. Cowards, he thought.

Just then, two hands clapped down on his shoulders. “Junior Han Wu, I really have to thank you this time!”

Han Wu turned around and saw Xiang Meng grinning from ear to ear. Behind him stood Xia Tian and Ye Ling. They had all earned a wealth of resources thanks to their victory in the wargame.

“Brother Meng, Senior Xia Tian, and Senior Ye Ling!” Han Wu greeted them.

Xia Tian chuckled. “Junior Han Wu, it’s all thanks to you that our faction won. When we get back, we owe you a good meal.”

Han Wu smiled in return. “I wouldn’t have made it if Senior Xia Tian and Senior Ye Ling hadn’t transferred their Energy to me—”

“Stop being humble and be more confident!” Xiang Meng slapped Han Wu’s shoulder hard enough to make him grit his teeth.

At that moment, a striking figure approached Han Wu.

“You must be Han Wu. I remember your face. I’ll transfer to Imperial College to repay the embarrassment I suffered this time. Just wait,” Elina vowed, attempting a fierce snarl that came off as surprisingly cute.

Han Wu blinked in confusion, while Xiang Meng and the others watched the scene unfold with curiosity and intrigue.

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