The next day, files from all across Furling arrived in the capital city. Adrian meticulously reviewed each case, uncovering numerous injustices."John Nash, you're accused of murdering women and bullying orphans and widows. Is this true?" Adrian asked coldly, eyeing the skinny, sneaky man before him."Hmph, who are you to judge? My great-granduncle, the county magistrate, spared me. You're nobody to interfere.” The man sneered, looking down at Adrian.Adrian discerned some truth in the accusations. With a cold resolve, he banished the man to the Exile Realm. As he dealt with case after case, Adrian encountered many instances of miscarried justice.Not only did Adrian free the wrongly accused, but he also exiled corrupt officials and villains from Furling. Aligning criminals with corrupt officials seemed fitting—the wicked deserved each other.Continuing his task, Adrian navigated the mundane world's chaos while purging its corruption. His clarity of purpose grew. Before absolute p
After satisfying its hunger, the tiger grew lethargic and fell asleep. The steward then appeared and stabbed the tiger to death. From its belly, he extracted five kittens and took them into a room. Strangely, as soon as the kittens entered, they transformed into five wealthy men.What had just happened unexpectedly became the beginning of a cycle.Adrian found himself deeply agreeing with this tale. The world, he realized, was dominated by a privileged few, while others either fought fiercely like tigers for survival or bowed obediently like dogs. Was it fair? Perhaps not, but it seemed acceptance was the only option.Adrian harbored no sympathy. In an age where poverty was mocked but not prostitution, greed and materialism prevailed among both the elite and common folk alike.Setting aside his contemplations, Adrian focused on organizing the Exile Realm. Labeling it a repository of hidden depravity seemed fitting, but he shrugged off any concern. The disappearance of these crimina
Could it be that land sages posed a threat to the existence of heaven sages, so they were kept suppressed from a young age? Whether they were demonic beasts or low-level immortals, they all generated faith for him, which explained why the land sages had been kept around until now.This method of gathering faith seemed mystical. Lexie felt somewhat lost and secretly panicked, thankful that her strength had declined in the past, allowing her to avoid disaster. Adrian, however, didn't feel strongly about it.After some thought, Adrian proposed a bold idea: laws! If this great world was created by that person, perhaps he also populated the Immortal Ark.In essence, the laws of this world originated from this heaven sage. If immortals could cultivate, they would firmly believe in these laws and the spells of the five elements. As long as people cultivated, they provided faith for that entity.Thus, the heaven sage wanted to eliminate land sages because they had already embarked on this
Scar didn't believe Adrian and asked, "You say you're a god, so what kind of god are you?""I am the Death God," Adrian replied, his figure starting to float, his voice echoing faintly and mysteriously."So, are you saying I'm already dead?" Scar nearly choked with laughter, thinking the man in front of him was just a lunatic pretending to be a god."Some people, even though they live, are already dead," Adrian said, suddenly appearing in front of Scar. "So, do you want to live, or do you want to die?" With a spell, he effortlessly lifted Scar off the ground, making him float alongside him.As Adrian carried Scar higher and higher, Scar started trembling. "Death God, what do you want me to do?" he asked."Be my spokesperson throughout the world," Adrian replied, stopping the spell. Scar immediately began descending rapidly. Strangely, Adrian remained opposite Scar, maintaining a relatively stationary position. Terrified, Scar shouted for help.Just as they were about to land, Sca
As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian activated the third seal of the Draco Veinergy, altering the hothead’s fate. The man immediately perished violently, blood flowing uncontrollably as if subjected to a brutal execution."Ray! Ray!" a rough-looking thug cried out, rushing forward to embrace the hothead. He glared at Adrian, eyes brimming with resentment."No one defies the Death God," Adrian declared. He then invoked the fire law within his small world. Pale, ghostly flames engulfed the thug, burning him to death."You are all beyond redemption. Because of your pleas, I had intended to spare your lives, but it seems..." Adrian lamented to Scar.Scar understood, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Death God, grant us another chance."Seeing this, the others followed suit, kneeling and weeping. The ghastly fate of the ones who had spoken out was vivid in their minds. Better to be alive than dead—an ancient adage that resonated deeply. Everyone questioned Adri
The entire island was unified. Only Scar had truly seen the Death God, and anyone else who slandered the Death God or made negative remarks was dealt with by Adrian, who used the power of laws to sentence them to death.Death God Island, the origin of the Death God's Shadow Court, was filled with miracles. Within a 160 km radius, there were about a hundred islands, which was only the first step in Adrian's plan. He had plenty of time to play with these hundred thousand people.Scar remembered Adrian's instructions. As Death God Island became more reliable, it began to expand outward. The first target was Cloud Island, home to about eight hundred people. Scar, a true barbarian, deployed five hundred fully armed soldiers against a disorganized, ragtag army, making the outcome predictable.The inhabitants were gathered and asked if they believed in the Death God. Those who believed lived; those who didn't were killed. It was simple and brutal. Adrian found Scar's methods interesting; a
But Adrian wouldn't tolerate continued evil deeds. While these criminals were indeed wicked, entering the Exile Realm meant transitioning from chaos to order.Scar declared himself a servant of the Death God, leading ninety thousand people in prayers day and night. Under his leadership, the Shadow Court grew stronger. Initially, anyone who simply believed in death could enter, but now only the chosen were admitted.Interestingly, Adrian discovered nearly ten thousand fervent believers among them. These fanatics had unwavering faith in the Death God, their contributions of faith exceptionally pure. This surprised him greatly. He also realized that that great entity sought exceedingly pure faith, treating their strength with reverence and dedicating themselves to extending life.At times, Adrian responded to his followers' prayers. For instance, when a female follower asked Adrian to name her child, he left behind a name. When some followers prayed for rain to relieve drought in their
Adrian possessed the ability to wield the powers of time, thunder, fire, and water laws up to the level-eight tier within the Exile Realm. Additionally, he could use Draco Veinergy on creatures within the realm without depleting their lifespan.However, there were clear restrictions. Using any of these powers required consuming law fragments, which were generated and accumulated by the Exile Realm through the evolution of the entire world. Whether Adrian employed time acceleration or utilized thunder, fire, and water powers for attacks, he needed to expend law fragments. Once these fragments were used up, he had to wait for the Exile Realm to replenish them over time.Law fragments for the time law accumulated at a rate of one piece per year, each capable of accelerating time at any speed for one month. Spatial law fragments functioned similarly, although Adrian hadn't yet detected their accumulation; it was expected to be comparable to time law fragments.He carefully monitored the