Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil-Chapter 1988: Reforging a God Spark P02

The tiny water drop resisted.

It shook slightly in the air, but it was too unstable to fight back.

Eren's grasp was steady. Slowly, he drew it out. It was like touching the droplet on the mirror so it could run down the surface on its own.

When Eren pulled his hand out of Shir's chest, his palm was open and glowing.

Floating just above his index finger was a strange droplet—a clear, glowing orb of water. It pulsed gently, radiating a pressure far stronger than any Ranked artifact or treasure.

It was Raashim's faith-based God Spark.

Shir collapsed to the side, panting. His entire body was trembling. There was a cold emptiness inside him now, as if something sacred had been torn away.

But he didn't complain. He didn't speak. He simply clutched his chest and focused on breathing.

His God was gone. His Spark was gone. But he was still alive. That was still a win in his books.

Eren's entire body was drenched in sweat as soon as he got the God Spark out.

His face was pale, and veins bulged near his temples as he sat cross-legged inside the Unreal Reflection's domain, focusing all his willpower on one task—containing the God Spark.

His Soul Sense was burning at both ends, like a candle forced to light too brightly. The drop of divine essence hovered before him, stable for now but pulsing with power that didn't want to be tamed.

It was as if Eren was trying to hold back a tide of a thousand warships with nothing but his bare hands. He indeed didn't have the real qualifications to reforge a God Spark from thin air.

Thankfully, Unreal Reflection helped.

Within its confines, Eren had altered the local laws slightly. Gravity, mana flow, and even the elemental equilibrium leaned in their favor. That allowed Eren to keep the God Spark steady—barely.

Just then, Eren stepped forward, his expression calm despite the heavy air. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke out loud, not caring about the army gathered at the base of the altar or the followers still standing at its base.

"I know you can hear me, Labh Salem's World Will," he said firmly. "Please answer my call."

He opened his eyes and spoke further.

"If you help me reforge this God Spark, I will offer you a God's Origin in return," he said.

He wanted to make a deal with a World Will directly.

A few days ago, long before he launched his raid on Baga Island, he had already asked Alephee about this. It was her idea—to offer the origin of a dead Immortal as a transaction, something meaningful enough to make a World Will respond.

God Raashim's God Origin wasn't useful to Eren anyway. It was because God Raashim's divinity resolved around only one element whereas Eren's divinity was not only multifaceted but also multi-elemental.

Eren's divinity could only be formed when he had God Sparks related to multiple elements, signifying his mastery over the elements. Only then he would truly be called Lord of the Elements.

And once he had those God Sparks, they would combine on their own to create his God Origin, formally establishing his divinity. His demonic heritage would integrate itself on his own once that happened, turning him into a True Demon Emperor.

As such, God Rasshim's God Origin needed to be recycled.

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However, merely asking a World Will to reforge a God Spark in exchange for Raashim's God Origin was clearly not enough for Eren. he wanted more out of the deal.

He looked up into the twilight sky and said clearly, "I would also like for you to forge me a new non-faith-based God Spark in exchange for the ruined Divine Domain and all the souls trapped inside it."

That was the second part of the deal. And it was even heavier than the first.

He was offering not just Raashim's God Origin, but also letting go of the ruined Divine Kingdom and all the souls within it.

He wanted to bring mortal followers who would have been trapped there forever into Labh Salem's life and death cycle once again.

As soon as Eren finished speaking, the air changed. The altar trembled slightly. The sky above shimmered.

A heavy, god-like pressure descended from the heavens—not crushing, but vast and profound. Heavy and ancient. It was as if the island itself was watching. Listening.

Labh Salem's World Will had answered.

Eren stood quietly on the altar, letting the heavy pressure of Labh Salem's World Will settle around him. His eyes were closed, but his mind wasn't still.

It drifted back—far back—into the past. Back when he was nothing more than a B-Rank close combat expert trying to make a name for himself in Anfang.

He remembered that day clearly. He was surrounded by enemies, right in the middle of a battle between Edinburgh and Layos' forces. That's when Anfang's World Will had first reached out to him.

It didn't speak with words or visions. It was more like a feeling—deep, heavy, undeniable. A sense that something far bigger than him had chosen to notice his existence.

Back then, it had given him a task. An impossible one, or so it had seemed. But in exchange, it offered something priceless—an elemental God Spark.

That moment had changed everything for him.

Now, standing on the soil of Labh Salem, Eren was trying to do the same thing.

But things were different here. This was not Anfang.

As Alephee had explained to him before he launched his raid on the Baga Islands, Labh Salem's World Will would never come to him first.

Not because it couldn't—but because it saw him as a foreigner. A visitor. A speck that did not truly belong to the world it governed.

It would take centuries—maybe thousands of years—before the traces of Anfang in his Individuality were erased. Only then would Labh Salem begin to see him as one of its own.

But Eren didn't have that kind of time. So he had to take the initiative.