Chapter 551: Successfully Gaining the Upper Hand, Sean Chandler Awakens

Chapter 551: Chapter 551: Successfully Gaining the Upper Hand, Sean Chandler Awakens

Seeing that none of her Skills were working.

Seraphina Sullivan’s heart sank.

The Energy Ball, coalesced from the Power of the Demon God, was completely impervious to any of Seraphina Sullivan’s current Skills.

Her Space Bullets could rip open spatial rifts, but they couldn’t tear through this thin membrane of light.

"Damn it!" She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

’What do I do?’

’There’s not much time left.’

’Sean Chandler can’t hold on much longer.’

’If Rod really succeeds in his possession, what will that madman do to me?’

’What will he do to Tomorrow’s Sanctuary?’

’What will he do to Azure Star?’

She didn’t dare to imagine.

Seraphina Sullivan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

’Calm down. I have to stay calm.’

’Ordinary Skills won’t work, so I’ll have to use an extraordinary power.’

’An Energy Ball formed from Divine Power can probably only be broken by Divine Power.’

She wasn’t a Demon God, nor the God of Magical Beasts, but she was the Beloved of the God of Cuisine.

The Power of the Beloved was also a form of Divine Power.

Seraphina Sullivan opened her eyes, raising her hands with her palms facing each other.

The Power of the Beloved, granted by the God of Cuisine, surged within her body. It was like a Flame that had been suppressed for far too long and had finally found an escape.

A golden light spilled from her palms. It was warm and bright, carrying the unique aroma of fine food.

"Magic Cuisine."

She softly uttered these two words, as if reciting an ancient spell.

The Power of the Beloved surged from her palms, transforming into golden threads that wound around the surface of the Energy Ball.

The threads seemed to have a life of their own, slowly seeping into the Energy Ball’s interior, attempting to corrupt it, break it down, and turn it into something that could be "prepared" like food.

The Power of the Demon God and the Divine Power of the God of Cuisine collided.

The powers of two Divine beings clashed in the sky, unleashing terrifying bursts of Energy.

Golden light and blue light intertwined, like two giant pythons locked in combat. Each collision kicked up violent Energy fluctuations, tearing the clouds to shreds and throwing the air currents into chaos. On the ground, people looked up at the sky, their faces pale.

Seraphina Sullivan gritted her teeth, desperately maintaining the output of the Power of the Beloved.

Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead and her arms trembled slightly, but she didn’t back down.

Because she could feel it—the Energy Ball was weakening.

The golden threads had seeped into the sphere’s interior. Like a swarm of tiny knives, they tore minuscule, invisible cracks in the Demon God’s defenses.

The cracks were small, almost invisible, but it was enough.

Enough for Sean Chandler to hear her voice. Enough to give him a sliver of strength in this tug-of-war.

In the depths of Sean Chandler’s consciousness, Rod, who had held the upper hand, suddenly stopped laughing.

"What is this?"

For the first time, his voice held a note of unease.

"This is... the Divine Power of another god? How is that possible!"

That golden Power seeped in from the outside, like a ray of light shining through a crack.

It was faint, but it was enough to shatter the stalemate.

Sean Chandler felt the black tide pressing down on him suddenly lighten. A few of the tentacles binding his consciousness released their grip.

’This is my chance.’

Sean Chandler didn’t hesitate.

He mustered all his strength and charged toward the golden light.

The black tide chased frantically behind, trying to drag him back, but he ignored it completely, desperately pushing forward.

’I have to go back!’

’I have to return to the world with Dexter Luther, Crystal Lynn, Matthew Dawson, and Paul Payne.’

’I have to return to my home.’

Rod’s laughter turned into a roar: "No—! This is my body! This is my world! You can’t—!"

His voice grew more distant and faint, like a receding tide being pushed back bit by bit by the golden light.

The fragments of Sean Chandler’s consciousness pieced themselves back together. Memories that had been suppressed resurfaced. His friends’ smiling faces. Meeting Dexter Luther and the others for the first time. Everyone’s hardships, everyone’s tears. They had all struggled so hard to get this far, surviving one apocalyptic dungeon after another. Seraphina Sullivan standing by the blood pool shouting his name, crying "Sean Chandler, wake up!" from outside the Energy Ball.

Sean Chandler fought to regain control of his body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

The Energy Ball shattered.

Golden and blue light erupted simultaneously, as if two stars had exploded at once, illuminating the entire sky.

Seraphina was thrown far back by the shock wave, tumbling through the air several times before she stabilized herself.

She paid no mind to her own state, her eyes fixed on the spot where the Energy Ball had been.

Sean Chandler was suspended in mid-air.

He had his eyes open.

His eyes were no longer chaotic, struggling, or filled with pain.

They were lucid.

Bright.

They held a light that Seraphina Sullivan had never seen before.

It wasn’t the light of divinity, but a light that belonged to a man—to Sean Chandler himself.

Seraphina Sullivan stood frozen.

Sean Chandler slowly turned his head to look at her.

He opened his mouth, his voice as hoarse as rubbing sandpaper. "Don’t worry. I’m back. And thank you... for calling out to me."

Seraphina Sullivan looked at Sean Chandler.

She took a deep breath, a faint smile touching her lips. "You’re a vital member of our new base. We can’t afford to lose you. I’m here to take you home."

Sean Chandler looked at her.

’A new base?’

’What in the world happened while I was in the Demonic Apocalypse fighting someone for control of my body?’

’But none of that matters anymore.’

’What matters is that I can return to my own world.’

"So, what’s the situation? Can you return?"

Seraphina Sullivan looked at Sean Chandler, who was still floating before her, and asked the question that concerned her most.

She was worried the Demon God’s Divine Status came with restrictions.

After all, Rod had sacrificed his life scheming for this. Who knew what other tricks he had hidden up his sleeve?

If Sean Chandler was bound by this world’s rules and couldn’t leave, her entire trip would have been for nothing.

Sean Chandler fell silent for a few seconds, looking down at his hands.

A residual golden light still clung to them, like a thin film left by the afterglow of Divine Power.

He clenched his fist, then released it, his brow slightly furrowed.

"I don’t know if it’s because I only became a God partway through the process," he began slowly, his voice laced with an indefinable confusion.

"I keep feeling like something’s missing. The Divine Status is inside me, and I can definitely use its Divine Power, but it just feels... like this Divine Position wasn’t obtained legitimately."

Seraphina Sullivan’s Eye of Resume swept over him, but the information that came back was a blur.

Sean Chandler’s data was shielded by an immense power. She could only faintly make out two words: "Status: Abnormal."

’Even the Eye of Resume can’t see through it. This is no longer a problem on an ordinary level.’

But hearing what Sean Chandler said, Seraphina Sullivan recalled the God of Cuisine’s warning.

Seraphina then relayed the God of Cuisine’s words.

The Holy War was the final trial for Level 5 Divine Favor Players. Only by emerging victorious from that war could one truly become a God.

Sean Chandler listened, silent for a moment, then nodded. "So I’m only a Demigod right now. I have to pass that... what was it, the Holy War... to obtain a true Divine Position."

"That seems to be the gist of it."

"Looks like we have a tough fight ahead of us, then."