I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

The jelly-like wall of black mist before him showed signs of dispersing for a fleeting moment, only to recombine into solid masses in the next second, blocking his path and intensifying his sense of oppression.

John often knew his strength was limited; even if he pushed his limits, progress would likely be minimal.

But this moment was different.

He desperately wanted to break through his limits again.

He didn't want to continue being controlled; he refused to remain a puppet.

No matter what, he would seize his destiny with his own hands.

He had never allowed someone else's words to dictate his life, and that wouldn't change now.

It hadn't in the past, and it wouldn't in the future.

Even if you are a so-called god, in my eyes, you are nothing!

The deity watched with great interest, finding this human incredibly fascinating.

It had some followers on this planet, but they were too dull.

Compared to them, this human was far more intriguing.

John's heart pounded with fierce determination.

No matter what, he would not allow himself to be dominated by this dark presence.

He would fight until his last breath, knowing that his strength and will were his alone to command.

The creatures on this planet were somewhat interesting, but that didn't mean it was worth leaving a significant mark or spending too much time here.

This visit was mainly to investigate the presence of other bothersome entities, which piqued the deity's curiosity.

There weren't many intriguing things on this planet, aside from the so-called chosen child, who turned out to be nothing more than a grotesque figure.

Compared to that, this current child was far more intriguing.

He was resolute and fascinating, perfectly matching the deity's criteria for a potential representative.

The deity wanted to learn more about this child, but it found itself trapped here.

The previous ritual was incomplete, and the offerings and energy were insufficient.

Hence, the deity could only linger temporarily.

Fully manifesting on this world would drive the planet to madness, even with just one ten-thousandth of its divine consciousness.

It watched the boy intently, observing his frantic efforts to break through the walls before him.

The deity was curious about how far this child could go.

If he could continue pushing forward, perhaps there was a chance for something more.

The deity saw potential in this child's determination and resilience, traits that made him a prime candidate for greater things.

It pondered the possibilities, considering that if the child succeeded, there might be an opportunity to offer him a glimpse of hope.

John felt his strength gradually fading; he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

Yet, he refused to give up.

Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists and launched a powerful blow.

Boom!

His punch, carrying all the force his body could muster, struck the dark mist in front of him.

Even the mist, empowered by divine energy, was dispersed by the impact!

Though the vapors would likely coalesce again, for now, they had indeed been shattered.

If Vincent were to awaken at this moment, he would surely be astounded.

Even with all his might, he might not have been able to break through these forces, yet John had just done so.

This indicated that, in some ways, John was even stronger than him.

After delivering the punch, John felt his body succumbing to numbness; he was completely drained.

Uncontrollably, he slumped to the ground, gasping for air, his vision blurring.

He knew falling asleep now was dangerous, but at this moment, he could barely keep his eyes open.

Is it really over for me?

John chuckled bitterly as he looked at his arms.

It seemed he was still too weak.

If only he could be stronger, he wouldn't be in this state now.

He felt indignant, truly indignant.

How he wished he could trample these so-called gods under his feet.

No one, not even a god, should have the power to look down on him!

John closed his eyes and succumbed to unconsciousness.

The entity watched as the boy fell into a deep sleep and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Honestly, it was very pleased with this child, though it was a pity that he was too stubborn to embrace its offer.

If only the child would listen, he could be its sole disciple in this world.

Everyone else would merely serve as stepping stones for him.

The mist around the entity churned, and a tendril slowly reached towards John's heart, the source of that inexplicable power within the boy.

If it could just break that power... then the child would surely die.

Its mist, as if alive, slowly entwined around John.

If there was any life left in John just moments ago, it was clear now that the dark god harbored lethal intentions.

After all, such an exceptional human being—if not allied with it—could potentially be snatched away by other detestable gods, which was a revolting thought.

Moreover, the man's will was so steadfast that even the direct presence of the dark god hadn't influenced him, which was intriguing.

Silently observing the young man, the entity entertained a new thought.

Such an outstanding individual should become its specimen, to accompany it and explore the mysteries of the universe.

The dark substance slowly began to penetrate John's skin, inching ever closer to his heart in an instant.

Pain etched John's features.

The agony of being parasitized by a mysterious force was unbearable.

Even in his unconscious state, his face contorted in pain, and he moaned miserably.

John writhed helplessly, unable to escape the grip of the force.

Just as the dark entity seemed about to completely envelop John, a flash of white light suddenly appeared at the doorway.

It enveloped John, dispelling the surrounding mist.

If anyone had been awake, they would have distinctly heard the sizzling sound as the white and black mists collided.

The mists contended with each other.

Silently, He watched the doorway where a woman dressed in a white robe entered.

In her hand, she held a staff crowned with a large moonstone, which emitted a soft glow while warding off the black mist.

If John were conscious, he would have immediately recognized the woman as Scarlett.

Holding her staff, Scarlett advanced slowly, her expression grave and determined.

The mere 10 meters seemed to require all her strength, sweat forming on her brow.

Scarlett was acutely aware of the oppressive force emanating from the black mist in front of her—this was no ordinary divine power.

Indeed, it was the power of a dark god.

Even though she was protected by the staff and the blessings of the Dawn Goddess, facing the dark god still brought discomfort.

"Interesting," she murmured.