Langrum and everyone present were petrified, their jaws nearly touching the ground. Especially Langrum, whose eyes were fixed on the colossal whale. She witnessed and felt, with her own eyes, the overwhelming and brutal power emanating from it. Despite its grotesque and peculiar appearance, she confirmed that it was not an ogre. Moreover, she couldn't distinguish many differences from a human.

Noticing that the being carried a human girl on its shoulders, Langrum felt that it wasn't a rampaging beast. 'If only it were a bit more attractive... even with that talent...' Suddenly, a wave of nausea enveloped her. 'I can't feel any desire,' she thought, experiencing a certain repulsion for her fertile imagination.

Meanwhile, the other spectators were stunned, unable to articulate coherent thoughts. Their minds were completely absorbed by the uttered words. "Godly... Godly Evil?" Their eyes saw, but their brains couldn't correctly assimilate.

Suddenly, collective awareness turned to the crimson runes on the Evil God's Tablet, which were glowing even brighter every second. Its radiance began to overshadow everything in the cave as a terrifying aura from the Infernal Laws made everyone hold their breath.

A totem pulsating with power, almost making the hearts of all the onlookers stop, floated. Obviously, that was Zane and Gael's Totem. The runes detached from the Evil God's Tablet and merged with the totem, advancing directly toward Zane and Gael. The surprise became even more palpable when all the runes slowly affixed themselves to their chests.

Zane and Gael took deep breaths, realizing something manifesting in their bodies. In the next moment, in the center of their chests, a crimson runic symbol emerged, resembling a tattoo.

All present could contemplate that symbol, and the elder spoke with a trembling voice. "The symbol of the Evil God..."

Zane and Gael then nodded. After completing the test, the one in charge of the test would grant them a black emblem. Subsequently, the cultivator should merge the totem with the emblem, thus creating the symbol of the evil god and allowing them to master the Infernal Laws.

However, now the symbol had been given and formed directly by the Evil God's Tablet, indicating that it would bring many substantial benefits.

They lightly sensed the symbol and realized that it was mysterious, possessing hidden abilities not fully understood. The cultivator they had tortured earlier didn't know much about it, as he wasn't officially a member. But now they understood a bit.

Then, a guttural voice emerged directly from the void, breaking Zane's thoughts. "Boy, which sect will you choose?"

Everyone tensed, and then the space distorted, creating an opening. A black claw emerged, followed by a three-meter hole that appeared out of nowhere.

All witnessed the red man with two horns on his head and black wings emerging from the void. "Greetings, Patriarch!" Some elders knelt there, visibly frightened; that was the patriarch of the Bloodthirsty Light Sect.

"Don't be hasty." Another powerful voice, akin to a sharp iron blade, reverberated. Then, another opening was created; in the next moment, a third opening also silently appeared.

In the first opening, a tall and muscular human man appeared. His entire presence exuded an aura of evil divinity, and his eyes were immersed in demonic black. The amount of death Qi he accumulated penetrated through his entire body and soul, freezing the entire environment around him.

Zane and Mira immediately recognized that man, even before some cultivators bowed and shouted in reverence. He was the patriarch of the Sect of the Infernal God, to be more specific, the living image of the statues they had observed in every village they visited on their way here. After all, they entered the evil cultivator's dimension through their territory.

In the last opening, a slender figure emerged, moving with light and graceful steps. His appearance was of remarkable delicacy: It was an elf with pointed ears and golden hair.

However, his eyes, of a pure red, added a mysterious and sinister aura to his beauty. Although his form exuded the typical elegance of elves, a dense Yin Qi instinctively condensed around him, creating an intriguing contrast between his charming appearance and the dark energy that enveloped him.

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Everyone knelt and bowed, even the other two patriarchs nodded slightly and spoke together, "Greetings, Supreme Leader." This was the commander and king of all evil cultivators, the patriarch of the Vital Yin Sect.

The three patriarchs exchanged wild and competitive glances among themselves, and then all scrutinized the tablet attentively.

Even in them, a fluctuation of surprise emanated. This level of talent had only occurred three times in the history of evil cultivators, and each of the three was considered a supreme emperor by all. The three main sects were heirs to these three notable figures, and now, a fourth evil god had been born.

Seconds unfolded with the three silently assessing Zane and Gael. They remained motionless, facing them with serenity. Quickly, an expression of surprise settled on the faces of the three.

"Very good, Goku. I expected nothing less from a God-level talent. Which sect do you prefer?" spoke the patriarch of the Bloodthirsty Light Sect. The other two seemed not to enjoy speaking much, staying still, waiting for his response.

Zane almost spat blood at that name as he still couldn't get used to it. Still, his attention was on Mira on his shoulder. The presence of these three was suffocating and too extreme for her, who was very close to them. So, they held her hand, injecting a bit of Qi, and her face seemed to bloom in relief, with the rosy color returning.

Then, they turned to the three in front, standing there, and opened their mouths. "As you can see, I came accompanied."

The patriarch of the Bloodthirsty Light Sect interrupted, saying, "A relative? We can accept a few workers..."

Zane cut them off without much ceremony. "No, she is my furnace. I will join the Vital Yin Sect."

A disturbing silence followed that statement. Everyone paused for a moment without understanding, and then a strange look appeared on the faces of the three.

The patriarch of the Vital Yin Sect then spoke, "Well, she is still very young and doesn't have much Yin energy... But... in a few years. Well, we have members of all peculiar tastes in our sect; this won't be a problem." Even the patriarch seemed a bit strange, losing composure quickly. Fortunately, this was a world where no one would condemn anyone's actions.

Two clicks of the tongue echoed from the other two patriarchs. How to convince someone with such peculiar tastes to stay with them? It seemed impossible; they simply gave up. And then, they turned and left through the void in the same way they came, extremely frustrated.

"Now you are part of the Vital Yin Sect," said the patriarch, with his slightly feminine voice contrasting with his evil Qi.

"Your talent is frightening, but here only the strongest survive. Now, you have a giant target on your back..." The elf suddenly stopped, feeling like he said something wrong. "Well, you don't really need a target there since you are a target yourself..."

Gael and Zane's mouth twitched. 'Is he really trying to recruit us?'

The elf ignored them and continued. "Anyway, everyone will focus on you. If you survive, I can accept you as a personal disciple, but first, you must form the eight wings," he added, looking into Zane's eyes before tossing an emblem to Zane. Soon, he turned slightly and walked away, just like the other two.

Gael held the emblem; it was black with the sect symbol stamped on it. However, a subtle Qi from the patriarch was present, indicating that it could open some doors for them within the sect.

Zane and Gael focused on the symbol slightly, then abruptly, the symbol on their chests shone brightly for a few seconds. Right after, the shadow of a wing appeared, which left everyone stunned.

'Great, the first wing is almost complete,' Zane thought sarcastically. They had killed and accumulated so much that they formed the symbol and had already broken through the first barrier.

The cultivators living near the central crater slowly absorbed the laws in the air. However, killing someone and stealing these laws made them stronger a lot faster, allowing another to benefit. The symbol provided the opportunity to absorb the laws, and the wings demonstrated the level of their absorption, with twelve wings being the limit.

The infernal laws were not natural laws, and their study was as sinister as the name suggested. Basically, to advance these laws, it was much more efficient to steal directly from others. In other words, killing and absorbing them directly.

Everyone stared intensely at Zane and Gael. First frightened, then a dense killing intent emerged. At that moment, everyone created a big target in their minds. There, only the strongest survive, and the weakest die; things were simple, and the rules were no rules.

Two of the five responsible for the test bowed and quickly led Zane and Mira into the sect. Soon, they were accommodated in a large cultivation room.

That same night, they sat on the black stone bed and reminisced about the day they accepted the side quest reward and were transported to that world as skeletons.

Mira was lying there, sleeping soundly beside them, with a calm and relaxed face. In front of them, a greenish screen appeared; with a simple "Yes," they accepted the side quest rewards.

Then, as before, the world froze, and millions of celestial runes surrounded them. "We managed to do great things as mere skeletons. Nothing should be worse than that," Zane said without much emotion.

"Idiot! You just raised a flag!" Gael replied. Then, their consciousness faded away.

***

Suddenly, Zane and Gael regained consciousness abruptly, and a fluorescent light blurred their visions, accompanied by a peculiar sensation.

"Hm? I feel so... stiff..." Gael pondered, trying to comprehend the strangeness enveloping his body or the lack thereof.

"I don't feel limbs; are we not humanoids?" Zane expressed, his voice filled with perplexity.

"Maybe a fish? Are we in the sea?" Gael tried to seek logic in his mind amid that sensory disconnection. However, visual clarity began to re-establish itself, revealing solid ground instead of the expected marine environment.

"Hm? This... we're not in the sea..." Gael was confused and perplexed; something told him that something very bad had happened.

"What the hell is this... I can't get up or turn this body around," Zane exclaimed.

Both were dazed, lost in their own conjectures, until they decided to focus. Slowly, their bodies made a complete 360-degree turn in a very strange way, revealing the surroundings. They found themselves in a confined and dirty environment, with faded and worn details whispering tales of abandonment.

Then, they forced their sights upward, trying to discern some form of clarity. Another attempt, one more effort, and then an impulsive rotation.

Crack!!

A strange noise reverberated, leaving them even more disoriented. They felt like turtles flipped on their backs, immobilized and without orientation.

Zane was about to curse with all his might but was silenced by Gael's trembling murmurs. "Look... there."

Zane directed his attention to where Gael was pointing, finding a large block of indecipherable metal nature. 'What's there?' Zane inquired, confused by Gael's stillness.

'The reflection...' Gael replied, his voice still shaky.

Then, Zane focused his vision and saw, with a mix of surprise and perplexity, the reflected image, unable to believe it was themselves.

It was round, constructed with iron, and emitted a ridiculously small and fragile presence...

'No... ARE WE A DAMN CLEANING ROBOT?!'